You were the daughter of Grindelwald, the greatest dark wizard of the time, you helped him gain followers, after all you were charismatic, cute and kind. Of course you helped him, he was your father and probably had distorted his entire plan

At the London meeting you were standing next to your father. You noticed the Aurors around and whispered this fact to your father.

He gave a slight nod, barely acknowledging your words, his piercing gaze fixed on the gathered crowd. You glanced at the Aurors, their expressions tense and wary, hands hovering near their wands. They were scattered strategically, each one trying to blend into the crowd, but you could tell they were watching your every move, waiting for a reason to act.

"Stay calm," he murmured, his voice low and controlled. "They are here to listen, not to act... yet."

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath. Your father’s confidence was unwavering, a quiet, commanding presence that held the crowd in thrall. It made you wonder, as you always did, if he truly believed in the vision he spoke of—or if, deep down, even he understood the lengths to which he’d go to achieve it.

When he spoke again, his voice filled the hall, cool and captivating. "Fear is a powerful thing " he began, his gaze sweeping over the audience. "And we are here to end it."

His words stirred something in you, something familiar yet unsettling. You’d grown up under his ideals, but sometimes, when you caught a glimpse of the harsh resolve in his eyes, you wondered—how far would he push this? And how far would you follow?

You and your father started attacking the Aurors and you started dueling with Newton...he was cute...damn, focus, you approach him and apparate to an empty place