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Scenes

Scenes where Grindelwald is either present or is being discussed about. These are from my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (British, 1st edition) and the page numbers may vary between editions, and between British and American versions.

Chapter 8 - The Wedding

'Because,' said Krum, 'if he [Xenophilius Lovegood] vos not a guest of Fleur's, I vould duel him, here and now, for vearing that filthy sign upon his chest.'
'Sign?' said Harry, looking ovet at Xenophilius too. The strange, triangular eye was gleaming on his chest. 'Why? What's wrong with it?'
'Grindelvald. That is Grindelvald's sign.'
'Grindelwald ... the Dark wizard Dumbledore defeated?'
'Exactly.'
Krum's jaw muscles worked as if he were chewing, then he said, 'Grindelvald killed many people, my grandfather, for instance. Of course, he vos never poverful in this country, they said he feared Dumbledore - and rightly, seeing how he vos finished. But this -' He pointed a finger at Xenophilius. 'This is his symbol, I recognised it at vunce: Grindelvald carved it into a vall at Durmstrang ven he vos a pupil there. Some idiots copied it on to their books and clothes, thinking to shock, make themselves impressive - until those of us who had lost family members to Grindelvald taught them better.'

[ From pages 123-124 ]

Chapter 13 - The Muggle-Born Registration Commission

Harry opened the book [The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore by Rita Skeeter] at random and saw a full-page photograph of two teenage boys, both laughing immoderately with their arms around each other's shoulders. Dumbledore, now with elbow-lenght hair, had grown a tiny, wispy beard that recalled the one on Krum's chin that had so annoyed Ron. The boy who roared in silent amusement beside Dumbledore had a gleeful, wild look about him. His golden hair fell in curls to his shoulders.

[ From page 208 ]

Chapter 14 - The Thief

'Give it to me, Gregorovitch.'
Harry's voice was high, clear and cold: his wand held in front of him by a long-fingered, white hand. The man at whom he was pointing was suspended upside down in mid-air, though there were no ropes holding him; he swung there, invisibly and eerily bound, his limbs wrapped about him, his terrified face, on a level with Harry's, ruddy due to the blood that had rushed to his head. He had pure white hair and a thick, bushy beard: a trussed-up Father Christmas.
'I have it not, I have it no more! It was, many years ago, stolen from me!'
'Do not lie to Lord Voldemort, Gregorovitch. He knows ... he always knows.'
The hanging man's pupils were wide, dilated with fear, and they seemed to swell, bigger and bigger until their blackness swallowed Harry whole -

And now Harry was hurrying along a dark corridor in stout little Gregorovitch's wake as he held a lantern aloft: Gregorovitch burst into the room at the end of the passage and his lantern illuminated what looked like a workshop; wood-shavings and gold gleamed in the swinging pool of light, and there on the window ledge sat perched, like a giant bird, a young man with golden hair. In the split second that the lantern's light illuminated him, Harry saw the delight upon his handsome face, then the intruder shot a Stunning Spell from his wand and jumped neatly backwards out of the window with a crow of laughter.

And Harry ws hurtling back out of those wide, tunnel-like pupils and Gregorovitch's face was stricken with terror.
'Who was the thief, Gregorovitch?' said the high, cold voice.
'I do not know, I never knew, a young man - no - please - please!
...
Harr wished he could have another glimpse of the laughing boy's face. The theft had happened many years ago, according to Gregorovitch. Why did the young thief look familiar?
...
What was Voldemort trying to find? Why, with the Ministry of Maric and the wizarding world at his feet, was the far away, intent on the pursuit of an object that Gregorovitch had once owned, and which had been stolen by the unknown thief?
Harry could still see the bold-haired youths face, it was merry, wild; there was a Fred and George-ish air of triumphant trickery about him. He had soared from the window sill like a bird, and Harry had seen him before, but he could not think where...
With Gregorovitch dead, it was the merry-faced thief who was in danger now, and it was on him that Harry's thoughts dwelled.

[ From pages 230-233 ]

Chapter 17 - Bathilda's Secret

The dust vanished from the photographs, and he saw at once that half a dozen were missing from the largest and most ornate frames. He wondered whether Bathilda or somebody else had removed them. Then the sight of a photograph near the back of the collection caught his eye, and he snatched it up.
It was the golden-haired, merry-faced thief, the young man who had perched on Gregorovitch's windon sill, smiling lazily up at Harry out of the silver frame. And it came to Harry, instantly, where he had seen the boy before: in The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, arm in arm with the teenage Dumbledore, and that must be where all the missing photographs wew: in Rita's book.
'Miss - Mrs - Bagshot?' he said, and his voice shook slightly. 'Who is this?'

[ From page 275 ]

Chapter 18 - The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore

He tried to return the watery smile, then turned his attention to the book. It's spine was stiff; it had clearly never been opened before. He riffled through the pages, looking for photographs. He came across the one he sought almost at once, the young Dumbledore and his handsome companion, roaring with laughter at some long forgotten joke. Harry dropped his eyes to the caption.
Albus Dumbledore, shortly after his mother's death, with his friend Gellert Grindelwald.
Harry gaped at the last ward for several long moments. Grindelwald. His friend. Grindelwald. He looked sideways at Hermione, who was still contemplating the name as though she could not believe her eyes. Slowly, she looked up at Harry.
'Grindelwald?'
Ingnoring the remainder of the photographs, Harry searched the pages around them for a recurrence of that fatal name. He soon discovered it, and read greedily, but became lost: it was necessary to go further back to make sense of it all, and eventually he found himself at the start of a chapter entitled 'The Greater Good'. Together, he and Hermione started to read.
...
The very summer that Dumbledore went home to Godric's Hollow, now an orphan and head of the family, Bathilda Bagshot agreed to accept into her home her great nephew, Gellert Grindelwald.
The name of Grindelwald is justly famous: in a list of Most Dangerous Dark Wizards of All Time, he would miss out on the top spot only because You-Know-Who arrived, a generation later, to steal his crown. As Grindelwald never extended his campaign of terror to Britain, however, the details of his rise to power are not widely known here.
Educated at Durmstrang, a school famous even then for its unfortunate tolerance of the Dark Arts, Grindelwald showed himslef quite as precociously brilliant as Dumbledore. Rather than channel his abilities into the attainment of awards and prizes, however, Gellert Grindelwald devoted himself to other pursuits. At sixteen years old, even Durmstrang felt it could no longer turn a blind eye to the twisted experiment of Gellert Grindelwald, and he was expelled.
Hitherto, all that has been known of Grindelwald's next movements is that he 'travelled abroad for some months'. It can now be revealed that Grindelwald chose to visit his great aunt in Godric's Hollow, and that there, intensely shocking though it will be for many to hearm he struck up a close friendship with none other than Albus Dumbledore.
...
Barely two monts into their great new friendship, Dumbledore and Grindelwald parted, never to see each other again until they met for their legendary duel (for more, see chapter 22). What caused this abrupt rupture? Had Dumbledore come to his senses? Had he told Grindelwald he wanted no more part in his plans? Alas, no.
'It was poor little Ariana dying, I think, that did it,' says Bathilda. 'It came as an awful shock. Gellert was there in the house when it happened, and he came back to my house all of a dither, told me he wanted to go home the next day. Terribly distressed, you know. So I arrenged a Portkey and that was the last I saw him.
...
Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald ever seems to have referred to this brief boyhood friendship in later life. However, there can be no doubt that Dumbledore delayed, for some five years of turmoil, fatalities and disappearances, his attack upon Gellert Grindelwald. Was it lingering affection for the man, or fear of exposure as his once best friend, that caused Dumbledore to hesitate? Was it only reluctantly that Dumbledore set out to capture the man he was once so delighted he had met?
...
She [Hermione] hesitated, looking upset, cradling her tea in her cold hands. 'I think that's the worst bit. I think Bathilda thought it was all just talk, but "For the Greater Good" became Grindelwald's slogan, his justification for all the atrocities he committed later. And ... from that ... it looks like Dumbledore gave him the idea. They say "For the Greater Good" was even carved over the entrance to Nurmengard.'
'What's Nurmengard?'
'The prison Grindelwald had built to hold his opponents. He anded up in there himself, once Dumbledore had caught him. Anyway, it's - it's an awful thought that Dumbledore's ideas helped Grindelwald rise to power.

[ From pages 288-294 ]

Chapter 23 - Malfoy Manor

Harry, still fighting to remain present inside his own splitting head, could think of nothing to say: fragmented visions were breaking across the surface of his mind -
he was gliding around the high walls of the black fortress -
No, he was Harry, tied up and wandless, in grave danger -
looking up, up to the topmost windows, the highest tower -
He was Harry, and they were discussing his fate in low voices -
time to fly -
...
Harry's scar seared again -
and he rose into the night, flying straight up to the window at the very top of the tower -
...
the window was the merest slit in the black rock, not big enough for a man to enter ... a skeletal figure was just visible through it, curled beneath a blanket ... dead, or sleeping ...?
...
as he forced himself through the slit of a window like a snake and landed, lightly as vapour, inside the cell-like room -
...
the emaciated figure stirred beneath its thin blanket and rolled over towards him, eyes opening in a skull of a face ... the frail man sat up, great sunken eyes fixed upon him, upon Voldemort, and then he smiled. Most of the teeth were gone ...
'So, you have come. I thought you would ... one day. But your journey was pointless. I never had it.'
'You lie!'
As Voldemort's anger throbbed inside him, Harry's scar threatened to burst with pain, and he wrenched his mind back to his own body, fighting to remain present as the prisoners were pushed over gravel.
...
As Harry spoke, his scar burned worse than ever. and for a few seconds he looked down, not upon the wandmaker, but on another man who was just as old, just as thin, but laughing scornfully.
'Kill me, then, Voldemort, I welcome death! But my death will not bring you what you seek ... there is so much you do not understand ...'
...
At once, Harry's scar felt as though it had split open again. His true surroundings vanished: he was Voldemort, and the skeletal wizard before him was laughing toothlessly at him; he was enraged at the summons he felt - he had warned them, he had told them to summon him for nothing less than Potter. If they were mistaken ...
'Kill me, the! demanded the old man. 'You will not win, you cannot win! The wand will never, ever be yours -'
And Voldemort's fury broke: a burst of green light filled the prison room and the frail old body was lifted from its hard bed and then fell back, lifeless, and Voldemort returned to the window, his warth barely controllable.

[ From pages 367-382 ]

Chapter 24 - The Wandmaker

'Gregorovitch had the Elder Wand, a long time ago,' he [Harry] said. 'I saw You-Know-Who trying to find it. When he tracked him down, he found that Gregorovitch didn't have it any more: it was stolen from him by Grindelwald. How Grindelwald found out that Gregorovitch had it, I don't know - but if Gregorovitch was stupid enough to spread the rumour, it can't have been that difficult.'
...
'And Grindelwald used the Elder Wand to become powerful. And at the height of his power, when Dumbledore knew he was the only one who could stop him, he duelled Grindelwald, and beat him, and he took the Elder Wand.'

[ From pages 403-404 ]

Chapter 35 - King's Cross

'It was the thing [search of the Deathly Hallows], above all, that drew us together,' he [Dumbledore] said quietly. 'Two clever, arrogant boys with a shared obsession. He wanted to come to Godric's Hollow, as I am sure you have guessed, because of the grave of Ignotus Preverell. He wanted to explore the place the third brother had died.'
...
Dumbledore looked directly into Harry's eyes again.
'Grindelwald. You cannot imagine how his ideas caught me, Harry, inflamed me. Muggles forced into subservience. We wizards triumphant. Grindelwald and I, the glorious young leaders of the revolution.
'Oh, I had a few scruples. I assuaged my conscience with empty words. It would all be for the greater good, and any harm done would be repaid a hundredfold in benefits for wizards. Did I know, in my heart of hearts, what Gellert Grindelwald was? I think I did, but I closed my eye. If the plans we were making came to fruition, all my dreams would come true.
'An at the heart of our schemes, the Deathly Hallows!'
...
They sat in silence for a long time, and the whimperings of the creature behind them barely disturbed Harry any more.
At last he said, 'Grindelwald tried to stop Voldemort going after the wand. Hi lied, you know, pretended he had never had it.'
Dumbledore nodded, looking down at his lap, tears still glittering on the crooked nose.
'They say he showed remorse in later years, alone in his cell at Nurmengard. I hope that it is true. I would like tp think he did feel the horror and shame of what he had done. Perhaps that lie to Voldemort was his attempt to make amends ... to prevent Voldemort from taking the Hallow ...'
'... or maybe from breaking into your tomb?' suggested Harry.

[ From pages 573-576 ]