drew in a sharp breath, deep shadows of memory forming over his eyes. Cords tightened on his throat, mind repeating the words that had been spoken.
He drew out his wand, pointing it thoughtlessly at the person opposite him. The tip just pressing underneath the chin. His black diamond eyes scorching with a wild, painful rage.
"IT WAS WITHIN DAYS!"
"DAYS!"
The auror huffed, lungs feeling tight and compressed. The temptation the throw a curse was within his grasp. Within a hairbreadth. The sweet feeling of making someone else feel the same pain was crawling up his arm. How could anyone comprehend what he had to go through? Ever?
Quit it. Now.
They would never know.
Not that it mattered, his pain was his own.
QUIT. IT.
He continued to stare with intensity into the eyes of the other. Then, his arm dropped to his side. Percival quickly turned, smoothing out his suit. Tilting his head back briefly, he let out a puff of air to release the pressure building within him. The man thrusted his wand back into his pocket, burying it like he buried---
"I escaped myself, that was how I was found. Shortly after Grindelwald was taken into custody." He spat his words bitterly. "Talking to people about it solves nothing, the past will never change. Only I have the opportunity to change the future for myself. I won't let it leave my hands again."
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