Annabella Ariana Grindelwald, daughter of the Criminal Gellert Grindelwald, and traitor Queenie Goldstein.
Age 17, eyes the color of the deepest purple, and hair white as snow.
But with all that beauty came equal amount of pain.
Anna spent five and...
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"Your touch is pure sunshine." -Gemma Troy
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"Tom Riddle." Anna breaths, stumbling back.
Mattheo chuckles and he rounds her. "He sent me, wanted to know if the rumors were true about his lovely Belle." Mattheo purrs, his smile cruel, staring down at her with malicious intent.
Anna swallows harshly, tightening her grip on her wand.
"What does he want." Anna asks
Mattheo tilts his head, amused. "He misses you Annabelle, he wants you to come home." Mattheo says
Anna shakes her head. "No, he couldn't know...the Ministry is keeping my return under wraps." Anna
Mattheo chuckles. "Your incredibly naive, my father knows everything and you very well understand that yourself." Mattheo says
"You can't tell him I'm here, you have to tell him that all the rumors are lies, if he finds out I'm alive, everyone here dies. If he finds out I'm here, I'll kill you." Anna threatens
If it were anyone else, anyone more weaker willed then he wouldn't of believed her but in the corner of his eye, he's reminded of what she's truly capable of.
Crouch finally collapses to the ground.
Anna wasn't afraid to get dirty. She wasn't afraid to keep herself a secret.
"I believe you....don't worry, I wasn't planning on telling my father in the first place, because as you see, I quite enjoy my time here at Hogwarts. And Voldemort is allowing me to stay for the remainder of the years. So I'll keep your secret if you'll keep mine." Mattheo bargains
"Done." Anna says
"Good girl." Mattheo says
....
Anna makes her way through the courtyard, a hand to her chest, her eyes brimmed with tears.
It only felt like months for Anna, months since she last saw her old friends, since she saw Tom.
But the reality of her situation, never felt more real to her.
Tom had a son, and he wasn't hers. The two of them planned a life together, he was going to be a professor at the school. She was going to be a dragonolgist, they were going to pop out a few kids.
But that fantasy was gone.
It was nothing.
....
Annabelle rushes into a bathroom and makes her way to the sink and she opens the faucet, splashing her face, gasping lightly.
Anna pants and she grips the end of the white marble, closing her eyes as her mind reels.
She looks up and stares at herself through the mirror. What she saw, she didn't recognize anymore.
