Harry Potter: Shippuden

"Well then, Kyle, let's go," Dumbledore said, glancing at his watch. "We're just in time for breakfast."

Dumbledore led Kyle along the high stone bridge that wound through the mountains toward the castle.

As they walked, Kyle tried to recall the plot of the Harry Potter movies he'd seen in his past life. Shouldn't he have received an owl with a letter first? Why had the headmaster himself come to fetch him?

Sure, his situation was a bit unusual.

And what was this about American Aurors coming to arrest him?

He'd only taken down a dozen or so gang members, staging a classic case of criminals turning on each other. That hardly warranted such a response.

Was there some shady connection between the American Ministry of Magic and the gangs he'd dealt with?

Brimming with questions, Kyle finally spoke up. "Headmaster—"

"Call me Professor," Dumbledore interrupted, turning to Kyle with a twinkle in his eye.

"Alright, Professor," Kyle said, quickly adapting. "Why are the American Aurors after me?"

Dumbledore sighed deeply, pondering whether to reveal the truth about Kyle's origins.

Kyle, walking behind him, didn't notice the shifting expressions on Dumbledore's face.

After a moment of thought, Dumbledore decided to answer. "It… has to do with your father."

"My father?" Kyle was taken aback.

"Do you know your surname?" Dumbledore stopped and turned to face Kyle.

"Grindelwald?"

According to the orphanage director, the name had been written on a note tucked into his swaddling clothes.

Kyle had no idea what significance the name held.

He couldn't be blamed for that. In his past life, he hadn't been particularly interested in the Harry Potter series, having only watched The Philosopher's Stone. He hadn't even seen the Fantastic Beasts movies.

So, Kyle had no idea what the name Grindelwald meant to the European wizarding world.

"Your father's name is Gellert Grindelwald," Dumbledore said, his voice tinged with nostalgia as he spoke the name.

Kyle's question pulled Dumbledore out of his reverie. "What kind of person was he?"

"Let's walk and talk," Dumbledore suggested. The Scottish Highlands in February were bitterly cold, and the morning breeze made the elderly wizard shiver. "Your father, Gellert Grindelwald, was a very complex individual. He was deeply idealistic and immensely talented."

"I became friends with him in the summer of 1899. We bonded over a shared vision for a greater purpose."

Kyle: ???

The summer of 1899?

Kyle rubbed his ears, wondering if he'd misheard.

"But later, due to certain circumstances, we had a falling out," Dumbledore said, a pained expression crossing his face. "After that, Gellert turned against the law and began a dark revolution."

"He pursued reform outside the law, committing numerous crimes with his followers. His influence spread across America and Europe…"

"He is considered one of the most powerful dark wizards in history."

Kyle opened his mouth, wanting to say something but unsure where to start.

His father… was over a hundred years old?

Well, the age gap wasn't the biggest issue.

The real problem was that his father was a…

Calling him a terrorist would be an insult to the man who had once shaken Europe to its core.

Kyle couldn't find the right words to describe him.

The world's most dangerous criminal?