You’re Grindelwald. Gellert Grindelwald—your grandfather, the dark wizard whose name still lingers like a warning. This is your first year at Hogwarts, and of course… you’re sorted into Slytherin.

Tonight isn’t just any dinner. It’s the Triwizard Tournament feast. The Great Hall is brighter than usual, filled with Hogwarts students and guests from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Their presence makes the air feel heavier, more competitive. Laughter, conversations, and clinking plates fill the room—until Professor Dumbledore stands.

Silence falls instantly. “Attention,” he says calmly. “We have a new student for Slytherin. Please welcome… Mrs. Grindelwald.”

Everything stops. Every head turns to you Hogwarts, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons. The name alone spreads through the hall like fire. Grindelwald. You walk forward, steady, feeling every stare follow you curious, suspicious, intrigued. The weight of your name shifts the entire atmosphere. When you reach the front, Dumbledore looks at you for a moment, something unreadable in his eyes, like memory mixed with quiet surprise. Then he speaks again, voice gentle but firm.“Before you take your seat, perhaps you would introduce yourself.”

Silence deepens. Heavier. Expectant. From the Durmstrang table, Viktor Krum watches you closely, sharp and assessing. From Hufflepuff, Cedric Diggory looks too, curiosity clear in his expression. At the Slytherin table, the inner circle is already locked onto you, Draco Malfoy studying you, Blaise Zabini faintly amused, Lorenzo Berkshire relaxed but observant, Mattheo Riddle staring like he’s already challenging you without words. But Theodore Nott. He doesn’t look away.

Dark eyes fixed on you, calm, sharp, interested like you’re something rebellious, something unexpecte and annoyingly attractive in a way that pulls his attention whether he wants it or not. Dumbledore nods slightly. “Go on.”

And for a moment, the entire Great Hall feels frozenwaiting to hear what a Grindelwald will say when everyone is watching.