Harry Potter Echoes of the Past.

Far away, in the high, cold confines of Nurmengard, Grindelwald sat in the still of his cell. His sharp, calculating eyes stared at the walls he had built, unbothered by his surroundings.

A faint noise disrupted the silence. With a snap, a house elf appeared in the room, trembling but standing firm.

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. "Well. This is unexpected."

Deek held out the letter, bowing low. "This is from my master. He wishes you to read it."

Grindelwald took the letter, His long fingers brushing the parchment lightly. His sharp eyes scanned the words quickly, and by the time he reach the end, a faint, amused smile played on his lips.

He set the letter aside, studying Deek with renewed interest. "Tell your master this: I will read what he writes. But if he is to waist my time. I will not be kind."

"To Gellert Grindelwald,"

My name is Harry Potter, though that name carries burdens and expectations I am still coming to understand. What matters more, for now, is that I write to you with a proposition.

You do not know me, even if you have heard my name, but I know of you. The wizarding world speaks your name with fear or reverence, depending on which side of history the favor. Yet what interest me is not the battles you fought or the alliances you forged, but the mind behind it all... the ambition and vision that shaped a generation.

Even though my last name is Potter, through a scenario that seems impossible to explain. I am the last of the Aurelius line. My family, like yours, held beliefs and power that many feared. Though I was not raised an Aurelius and obtained the family knowledge, I have inherited their legacy. What I seek now is guidance. Not as a follower, but as a student willing to learn from someone who understands the weight of magic and the power it grants.

I know you are held in Nurmengard. It is said that you built it to hold your enemies and find yourself within its walls. That irony is not lost on me, nor is the opportunity it presents. I am not asking for your trust... I would not insult your intelligence by pretending to deserve it so easily. I am asking for you wisdom. In return, I can offer you something rare, the truth untainted by Dumbledore's machinations.

If your are interested, I will find way to ensure we can communicate further. If not, I will not disturb you again. I will have my house elf Deek remain nearby for your response.

Yours in pursuit of knowledge and strength,

Harry James Potter-Aurelius

"Harry Potter, he murmured, his voice a mixture of intrigue and disbelief. "Aurelius, you say? How interesting."

Deek bowed again. "Deek will tell Master Harry."

As the house disappeared, Grindelwald leaned back against the cold wall of his cell, his mind already churning with possibilities.

After Deek delivered the letter, Grindelwald spent the following hours pondering his next move. The young Harry Potter intrigued him, and despite his confinement, Grindelwald had methods for reaching beyond the stone walls of Nurmengard. He had designed the fortress not only as a prison for other but as a hub for controlling his empire during its peak. While much of his influence had waned, a few hidden connections remained.

Grindelwald leaned against the wall of his cell, summoning his limited magic reserves. Though bound, his raw magical power, honed over decades, allowed him to perform certain spells even without a wand.

He whispered an incantation in an ancient tongue, channeling his magic into the letter. The words on the parchment glowed faintly before rearranging themselves into a response.

To Harry James Potter-Aurelius,

Your words speak of ambition and resolve, qualities I once valued greatly in others and continue to value in myself. You show maturity beyond your years, yet I wonder whether you truly grasp the cost of what you seek. Power and knowledge are not given freely; they demand sacrifice.

If you are prepared to listen, and more importantly, to act, then I will guide you. But do not mistake my aid for loyalty, just as I do not mistake your request for a lack of ulterior motives. Perhaps we can find mutual benefit in this arrangement. Time will tell.

For now, I will teach you the first lesson in survival: secrecy is power. From this point onward, all communications must be veiled, hidden from prying eyes. Write your next letter with your blood and bind it with intent; Deek will serve as our messenger. Through this method, only we will see the words.

When you are ready, tell me what it is you truly want.

G.G

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So what do you all think? It was incredibly hard to write these letters. I wrote each one about 10 times before I figured fuck it and just make a choice. Thanks for reading