#securitydirectorgraves

@securitydirectorgraves

She had done it for the power; Gellert Grindewald had done something that the lab couldn’t; he had made her feel worth something. He had said she as an interesting specimen, one he wanted so badly to teach to control herself. And she had thought he was like her; thought his want was harnessing technology for a few days before she understood magic. But even when she knew that they were from different worlds; him a magical one of wonder, and her from the stark white labs, well she couldn’t help but lie to him. After all, he’d given her food, a place to sleep where she didn’t feel afraid; she needed it. She had grown addicted. And he believed her, because she had been lying all her life. She was a fantastic liar.

Still, he found out. Her fast past, her endurance, they could all only keep her so alive. He kept calling her a muggle, kept screaming and throwing his magic at her and it kept hurting so much. And then he dumped her, dying, on some wizard’s doorstep. He was mumbling something about visiting an old friend, someone who’d known her when he was different. She must’ve looked like a toddler in the man’s arms, as he dumped her down uncermoniously and rang the doorbell. She said to tell the man that she was a present from Gellert (what a stupid name) and then he disappeared himself. She felt like she might die.

He had left a note too, tied around some part of her frail body and he wondered if this man was going to hurt her too. She wondered if he’d delivered her straight to a lab .She wondered if he was going to fucking kill her. He could try, he should try. She’d heal fast, she knew it. She’d kill the fucking wizard if he touched her, she didn’t care how close to death’s doorstep she might be.  

“Wait. Hold on. Pardon me if I’m being rather forward here, but… Are you seriously telling me that you’ve never received a Christmas present before?”

Credence gave an awkward nod as he glanced up to him. Percival was a lot nicer now that the dark wizard wasn’t taking over, even if he was a little intoxicated.

For every ✔ my muse gets, they’ll explain how they got one of their scars.

Her parents had travelled to America so many times, for work (and for their honeymoon, that Madeline's mother liked to remind her and her father from time to time) that Madeline had decided 'why not?' and joined them that once. They'd be going to New York- mum focusing on a story about some politician or another and her father for all the sights.

The trip didn't go so well this time.

Let it be said that losing your parents to Gellert Grindlewald was a truly terrifying experience, especially in a foreign country and being found a day later, surrounded by the two dead bodies of your parents, by American aurors.

That's when she'd met Percival Graves.

He looked her dad's age though a lot sterner- and some odd conversations and paperwork later, Madeline found herself in his custody.

It was all very strange, and a bit scary, but she couldn't be more grateful.

Madeline picked up an old framed photo off the table, Mister Graves looking younger...in a school uniform maybe? Well, obviously America had a wizarding school- would she have to attend?

Don't mind that for now.

Newt didn’t know what to do; he was too terrified to think of anything that would suffice the man’s desire. “I...any-any thing you want, Mr. Graves,” he stammered, on verge of tears, “my blood, my body, my life, anything. Just don’t-don’t hurt them.”