Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with the HP universe except for my OCs. If I had owned the series then Hagrid would have owned a family of Dragons.

-October 7th 1945-

Apparating silently in front of Nurmengard, Albus Dumbledore took a moment to appreciate the prison before him. From the jet black towers to the carving of For The Greater Good over the entrance Dumbledore thought only a fool would attempt to attack Gellert Grindelwald's base of operations. Yet that's exactly what he planned to do.

He's not your friend any longer Albus. He's a Dark Lord now. You have no choice. Stopping him is for the greater good.

Suddenly pulling him out of his thoughts, the immense black gates of Nurmengard swung open with a loud creak revealing a man in his Sixties standing before Dumbledore in a full set of Basilisk-Hide armour.

"Hello Albus, I assume you're here to stop me. Or kill me. One or another." Gellert Grindelwald said calmly as if he were commenting on the weather and not a possible duel to the death.

"It certainly looks that way, doesn't it Gellert." Albus replied sadly. "There's still a chance for you to come back to the light. It doesn't have to be this way"

"I'm sorry Albus, I wish there was another way, I really do, but we both know there's no going back now. Even if I stopped my crusade people would still be after me head and if you tried to defend me, the public would crucify you."

"Yes I suppose that's true"

"The public always were our worst enemies weren't they"

"Heh, I suppose they were."

"So how shall we start this?"

"As a duel."

As the two greatest wizards of their time bowed before each other, they both felt a twinge of sadness for what was about to happen. They somehow both knew that this would be recorded as one of the greatest duels in history. The Leader of the Light versus The Dark Lord Grindelwald. As they got into duelling stances they shared a quick smile before sending spells at each other.

"REDUCTO"

"BOMBARDA"

-November 1st 1981-

"Good luck, Harry," Dumbledore murmured as he turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he disapperated out of Privet Drive.

As soon as he was sure Dumbledore had gone a cloaked figure moved out of the shadows and approached the door of 4 Privet Drive. Taking the letter out of the baby's basket the figure pulled down his hood to read Dumbledore's letter- revealing piercing blue eyes and greying blond hair in the process.

"So that's what you plan to do Albus, leave the boy with his relatives in the hope that a badly cast blood ward can protect him. Have the hero of the wizarding world left on a doorstep in the middle of the night without so much as a heating charm? And with mundanes who detest magic nonetheless? Even I know that's wrong and they call ME a Dark Lord."

Looking back at the baby the man said "Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Albus was right about one thing. Living with that sort of fame would destroy you before you even show your magic. Speaking of magic..."

Casting a quick diagnostic spell around the child the man hissed in anger at the results.

So Albus thinks it's wise to bind a child's magic before their third birthday. That's utterly deplorable of him. Wait what's that? That should be impossible! A splinter of Voldemort's soul is inside of him! There's no way that Albus could have missed that unless... no, he wouldn't have missed it. He wouldn't know what he would be looking for unless he learnt something new in the last forty odd years. But what should I do with the boy?

The man looked back at the child for a second before picking up the basket and wandlessly removing the tracking charms with an air of nonchalance. Making sure the cost was clear the man looked down and whispered "I suppose child it would be best if you were to come with me."

Looking around once more Gellert Grindelwald wrapped his cloak tightly around his shoulders and apparatus away.

-10 years Later-

At 11 years old Harry Potter had grown up to be an incredibly powerful wizard for his age.

After being 'rescued' from his aunt's house, as Grindelwald liked to call it, he had been taken to Grindelwald's second stronghold Umbraturris which literally translated into Shadowtower an apt name if Harry had ever heard one since 1. It was completely hidden under the fidelus and muggle repelling charms and 2. It was almost always dark outside the tower as wherever Grindelwald had decided to build his tower, had about two hours of daylight.

But that's not to say that the stronghold was dark. Grindelwald managed to install lights in most of his base by having only certain rooms filled with magic so while the wizards in England had lived without muggle technology, Harry had grown up with television and computers. Later on Grindelwald had managed to create a rune circle that would allow latent magic to power muggle technology giving them infinite battery-at least in theory. As a result Grindelwald redesigned many of the rooms to have muggle and magical technology working in harmony.

And it was in one of those rooms that Harry was looking at his own reflection in the mirror. It had been a strange morning for him. He had just come back from one of Grindelwald's 'Surprise Training Trips' which involved apparating into the nearest village to buy four boxes of quality wine, using wandless charms to change his appearance to make himself look twice his age and finally apparating all four boxes back at once without breaking any bottles when he found himself in a firefight against two masked assailants that decided that it'd be fun to ambush him as soon as he returned sending wave after wave of paintball spells at him. Sending two Stupefy's at his attackers he had quickly ran over to find that it was none other than Grindelwald and his adoptive sister Cara who had attacked him. Enervating them Grindelwald congratulated him at the quick takedown while Cara smirked and told him that she'd get him back. Excusing himself so he could take a shower he found that someone (Cara) had decided to turn all of his clothing bright orange. Trying to undo whatever Cara did just made it a brighter shade of orange, so having no other choice he put on the orange clothes- which promptly turned his hair green.

He supposed he should let her prank him this once, after all he would be leaving for Britain in the morning and they wouldn't see each other until Christmas, if not longer.

Suddenly a Grindelwald's voice rang out pulling Harry from his thoughts. "Harry, come to the wand chamber. It's time."

Quickly casting an overpowered Finite Incartem on himself in the hope that it would remove his appearance, Harry ran to the wand chamber where Cara and Grindelwald were already seated.

"Hey Dad, Cara"

"Ah Harry, nice of you to join us at last. The Oompa Loompa color scheme brings out your eyes" Grindelwald remarked while Cara laughed. "But unfortunately it interferes with the chambers magic so I suppose Finite Incartem" Grindelwald cast "Now if you would take place in the center of the chamber we can begin to find your ideal wand."

The Chamber was one of Grindelwald's greatest inventions. Unlike other custom wandmakers who have their customers say a few words and pick out their wood and wand core from a box, The Chamber was a circular room covered in jars, each filled with individual wand cores and boxes of different types of woods from all over the world. At the centre of the chamber there was a plain chair which the customer would sit in. The room would then darken and the customer would reach out with their magic, selecting certain jars and boxes which would be what their wand would be made out of.

As Harry sat down in the middle of the chamber the entire room darkened and Grindelwald said "Whenever you're ready Harry."

Closing his eyes Harry released his magic slightly and reached out, brushing his magic against every portion of the room. He thought he heard a birdsong at one point and a dragon's roar at another but he couldn't be certain what it was as the noises started so quickly and ended only moments later. Suddenly the room lit up and in front of Harry there were what his wand was to be made out of.

Coming down from the balcony where he sat watching the chamber, Grindelwald looked over the ingredients and laughed "Well these are some rare ingredients indeed! A feather from a royal phoenix's plume and a Chinese fireball's heartstring for your core with wood from an elder ebony tree for your wood." Pausing for a second Grindelwald continued "Ah and a fire opal as a focus for your wand. This will be a challenge to my wandcrafting abilities."

Looking straight at the Harry, Grindelwald asked "Do you know what these all mean?" With a shake of his head Harry jokingly replied "I'd imagine it makes a powerful wand."

"Idiot, each of the cores and wood means different things" An annoyed voice said behind Harry. "A royal Phoenix plume means that you're going to be good at fire elemental magic, which is reinforced by the fact you have a fire opal foci and a fireball's heartstring. The fireball's heartstring makes the wand loyal to you and only you, no matter who uses it. The thestral hair shows that you'll be good at charms and transfiguration. The ebony makes the wand supple so it won't break as easy. So yeah it makes a powerful wand."

"Thanks know-it-all Cara, anymore information you'd like to share?" Harry said slightly annoyed.

While Cara stuck her tongue out at Harry, Grindelwald chuckled "She may be a know-it-all but she's right about wand cores."

At once cries of "told you so" and "Dad!" rang out. "Anyway off with you two, this wand isn't going to craft itself" Grindelwald stated as he turned to the ingredients once more and started muttering spells under his breath.

Harry rolled his eyes and walked out of the chamber towards the library, to see if there were any more books he wanted to bring to Hogwarts.

As Harry walked out of the library reading a book on animagus transformations he found himself being followed by his very annoying sister.

"Hey Harry, best beloved, my dear loved brother. Wait up."

"What do you want Cara?"

"You wound me by thinking I want something. But out of interest what gave it away?"

"You were saying you loved me. That alone indicates you want something."

"Hmm, maybe I was laying it on a little thick. Anyway could you come up to my room, I've got something to show you before you leave." Cara said smirking, before running to her room.

Harry just looked bewildered that his sister had just asked him to go to her room-Something that he was never allowed to do. He had never even been inside her room ever since she had put wards up which prevented anyone without her express permission to enter and the last time he had seen the inside of her room everything was hot pink.

Knocking on Cara's door he waited for permission to enter which Cara promptly gave him and as he entered the room he couldn't believe how much it had changed since last time he saw it. Gone were the pink walls and girlish curtains. Now the walls were royal blue and covered in bookcases. The curtains had been replaced by French blinds and there was a large desk where her bed used to be. It appeared that she no longer even had a bed, settling for a hammock instead that was pitched up outside the room on her balcony.

"Like my room brother dearest?" Cara asked startling Harry.
"I just expected it to be more-"Harry began before being cut off.

"If you say pink I'm going to hex you" Cara warned him.

"Feminine?" Harry finished.

"I suppose that's acceptable. Anyway this is what I wanted to give you." She said pulling out a box and handing it to Harry. "Come on. Open it already. I promise it's not a dungbomb."

Opening the box slowly he found it hard to breathe for a moment. Before Cara cast the counter curse and sheepishly said "Sorry, I forgot about that enchantment. It should be safe to look at now"

Inside the box there was a pair of identical rings cast in the shape of a dragon, each with a gemstone in the dragon's mouth so it appeared to be holding it. At closer inspection the dragons were covered in different runes which made up what appeared to be the dragons scales.

"It's a focus ring. They allow you to do magic without the need of a wand but it's less powerful. The gemstone is fire opal like your wand's got so it should be just as good for offensive spells and it's got unbreaking and notice-me-not enchantments on it and its charmed so only you can take it off. I know it's not much but-"

Cara couldn't say any more than that as Harry wrapped her in a heartfelt hug. For all they annoyed each other they were family after all.

"Thank you" Harry said honestly "This is unbelievable. Shall we go try it out?"

"Of course best beloved, it would be a waste not to test it."

AN: So this is my first story, reviews would be appreciated and let me know if there's any errors with the story such as years wrong, misspelt words etc.

Also I know the Grindelwald/Dumbledore fight scene is really badly written. I'm not happy with it either but I couldn't really see Dumbledore fight Grindelwald without talking to him first. It just seems like there's too much history between them. And yeah, I didn't write the complete fight for a reason just as I didn't write everything Harry did with Grindelwald and Cara. It's all going to be revealed in the future :3