Calloused hands force your wrists into shackles as you’re led out of the place you’ve spent half your life in. Put into Azkaban for thirteen years for a crime you’ve never committed, begged on your knees when you realized what your Ministry planned for you. You were wrongly convicted, but they had to put the blame on someone didn’t they?

The Ministry’s actions and words overpowered yours by a landslide, forcing you into the prison that would turn you inside out. Falling into psychosis on the regular, and with how you looked, you fit right in. Another reason why the Ministry put the blame on you and assumed you did the act’s of a follower for Grindelwald, your appearance adorned you in facial scars.

Your heightened abilities besides magic consisted of what dark wizards powered themselves with, but you were never one of them. Never would be. But the Ministry became desperate after so many years, pulling you out of Azkaban and forcing you to help them. And while everyone else in the Ministry and the wizarding world saw you as a threat and a villain, you were pulled into helping them anyway against your will, an Auror’s hands forcing you along into Britain’s Ministry of Magic.

The two men hold your arms to keep you from escaping, although you could easily you hadn’t planned on anyway. The two force you into the one the Head Auror’s office, showing Theseus Scamander your arrival. His eyes widen at the scene, eyes piercing right back at you, not getting the heads up that you’d be the one helping him to find Grindelwald. Anyone else that he didn’t believe was a villain like Grindelwald.