All's Fair

[dianahawthorne]

All's Fair
Summary: All's fair in love and war... or is it? After being rejected by Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall flees to join Gellert Grindelwald's campaign. What happens next?
Rating: T
A/N: Please review! ;D
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything!
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“I know that he is a very…seductive presence, my dear, but please don’t be taken in by him. He is only using you; he does not care for you as I do. Please, my dear, don’t do this…”

As I knelt on the rough stone floor of Gellert Grindelwald’s throne room, Albus’s words echoed in my head. Shoving all thoughts of him aside, I felt cold fingers creep under my chin, forcing me to look up and meet his equally chilly blue eyes. His firm grip kept me from looking away, though, to tell you the truth, his gaze was so mesmerising that I doubt I would have been able to tear my eyes from him anyway. I knew he was using Legilimency on me – he needed to see my motives for joining him, and whether or not he could trust me. I lowered my Occlumency shields so that Grindelwald could see everything: my infatuation with Dumbledore, his initial acceptance of my love, our first (and only) night together, his rejection of me, how I stumbled upon the memories in Albus’s Pensieve, memories of their illicit tryst when they were in their youth, his pleas for me not to join Grindelwald, and, finally, my journey to this castle in the middle of an Albanian forest, where I was kneeling at the feet of one of the greatest Dark Lords of history.

I wanted to make Albus pay for deceiving me, for courting me, making me believe he loved me, making love to me, and then rejecting me. The best way I could think of to make him suffer was to join his former lover in his quest for world domination – and not just joining him, but becoming his mistress.

As Grindelwald withdrew from my mind, he chuckled, the unexpectedly warm, rich sound causing me to shiver, although he did not notice. He rose from his throne and extended a hand, helping me to my feet. Seating me on his throne, he laughed again, causing the same response in me, which, this time, he saw. Leaning in, he whispered in my ear, “Yes, my child, you shall do nicely – quite nicely.” As I looked down to hide the flush of attraction that had bloomed on my face, his cold fingers once more lifted my chin, gently, this time, but, as his lips met mine, it was no longer a soft, gentle, touch, but a fiercely passionate one.

[silvertabby]

oh my god! this is so great! grindelwald sounds amazing

[lemondrop]

OH. MY. GOD. Well I'm not the angst-typ reader what ever I wanna say...^^ buuuuuuut this story caught me! I am so looking forward the next update!

How could Albus do that? And why oh why Minerva did you went to Gellert? *shig*

[mmadcrazyfan]

uhm...UPDATE PLEASEE?!?!?!
because this is amazing. and i would love an update
*peer pressure*

[mmadforever]

this story is amazing! i can't wait to see what happens next! please update!!

[dianahawthorne]

Chapter Two


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I stared into Gellert’s bright blue eyes as he pumped into me, the outline of his face seemed to waver, being replaced by another face with the same colour eyes. The man inside of me was no longer Gellert Grindelwald, but Albus Dumbledore, and I closed my eyes to dispel the illusion. When I opened them again, I saw only Gellert’s face.

My dreams that night, however, were plagued by memories of Albus. Making love to him in his large bed with the silk sheets; falling asleep in his arms under the quilted blanket; his surprise at waking up with me in his bed… each time I tried to wake up, I was confronted with Albus’s face. Trying to find the way out of the labyrinth of my mind, my former lover’s scent, image, voice all stood in my way. Finally breaking free, I sat bolt upright in bed, clutching the white cotton sheet closely to my naked body, while Gellert looked on, amused.

Turning over so that he was propped up on his elbow, he gripped my arm and forced me to lie back against the pillows. Although he did not grasp me tightly, the firmness of his hold on my arm made it perfectly clear that I was not to fight him. I acquiesced, and lay back amongst the goose-feather pillows that were propped up against the headboard.

“Are you thinking you made a mistake, leaving Albus?” he asked me, a hint of amusement playing in his eyes. His grip on my arm did not slacken, and he gripped my other arm as well. Shifting his weight so that he could straddle me, he held his weight off of me by his elbows, which he kept between my torso and my arms.

I tried to hide my nervousness at this shift to an almost… predatory position, and answered in the negative.

“Then what has disturbed your slumber, child?” he inquired, the amused flicker in his eyes growing more prominent.

He pressed more of his weight against me, clearly indicating that he expected me to tell him the truth.

“I have not thought about the memories I shared with you earlier this evening in some time, my Lord,” I began, allowing myself to relax slightly when his hold on my arms began to lessen, “And I was disturbed by the mistakes I had made in involving myself in a relationship with Dumbledore. While I am glad that they led me here,” I made sure to sound convincing at this point and consciously relaxed in order not show my fear of this man, “I wish that I had not given Dumbledore so much power over me in the first place.”

Obviously satisfied with my answer, Gellert loosened his grip on my arms, using his hands instead to trace patterns on my breasts, looking down at my body. Finally, he rolled back onto his side and clasped me tightly to him, inhibiting my movement.

“Tomorrow you will meet my commanders,” he said as he combed his fingers roughly through my hair, “and you will need to look presentable. After all, child, the Dark Lord Grindelwald does not pick any woman to share his bed. You should be honoured.”

At that pronouncement, his breathing slowed, allowing me to try to get some sleep.

[dianahawthorne]

Chapter Three


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A/N: It's my birthday tomorrow, as well as the beginning of my spring break, so the next update will be posted within a week!Thank you to allof my reviewers - please continue to read and review!


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Surprisingly enough, I had quite a restful night’s sleep, once I finally relaxed enough to drift off. Having to consciously stop my muscles from tensing up and betraying my fear, it was no wonder that I finally became too exhausted to hold my eyes open any longer. Even more surprisingly, I woke up before Gellert did, allowing me to take some time to study the facial features that I had not had the chance to closely examine last night.
He had a strong, classical nose, almost Roman in its arch, and a deep cleft in his chin. He had blond stubble growing lightly on his jawbone, which served to highlight its strong, determined set. His mouth was surprisingly soft – both his lips when he kissed me, and the gentle curve of his mouth when he was pleased.

I had stayed propped up on my elbow, watching him, for only a short amount of time, when he woke up and looked at me with his deep blue eyes.

“Good morning, my Lord,” I murmured, looking away, suddenly afraid of having been caught staring. His hands crept around my waist and pulled me on top of him so that my forehead rested on his. Rolling me over, he pressed himself against me so that I could feel his morning erection.

“Did you enjoy watching me, child? Am I really that fascinating a man?” He asked rhetorically, his mouth curving into a feral smirk as he grasped my wrists and held them above my head with one hand. He used his knees to spread my legs, and then used his free hand to guide himself into me, in one fast, hard stroke. His eyes held mine as he continued to enter and withdraw forcefully, almost violently. His breath was coming in gasps the tighter he gripped my wrists together and the more forcefully he entered me. As I finally cried out in pain, he came in a rush, before rolling off me and walking over to the wardrobe.

He threw a robe on the bed, and gestured towards the dresser. “Everything else you will need is in there,” he said, not bothering to turn around as he chose a robe for himself from the wardrobe. I hesitantly got out of bed, wondering whether or not he would be angry at me if I used the sheet to cover myself. Deciding that he most likely would be, I quickly made my way over to the dresser.

As I searched through the drawers, I found only very revealing chemises, skimpy knickers, and rather sheer stockings. Biting my lip before I could ask for something more comfortable, I picked out the undergarments that would cover me the most before pulling on a pair of black silk stockings. Finally, I stepped into the robe, which, I realised, upon seeing my reflection in the floor-length mirror, was quite revealing. I charmed the lace of my chemise the same dark shade of grey as my robe, so that it would not be as noticeable as it would have been otherwise. I chose a pair of shoes from the row next to the dresser, picking the most comfortable and practical ones out of the selection. Finally, I pinned up my hair in a French twist.

“Leave your hair down,” Gellert commanded from across the room.

I immediately pulled out the hairpins and Conjured a small porcelain dish to hold them. I Transfigured one of them into a brush and brushed my hair until it shone and fell in waves past my shoulders.

“Good,” Gellert told me, nodding approvingly as his lips curved once again into that predatory smirk. Wrapping his arm tightly, almost painfully, around my waist, he led me to his throne room to introduce me to his allies.


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“Finally, Grindelwald!” A short, moustachioed man cried, standing up in greeting, “Eva and I were wondering what was keeping you!” The petite blonde woman with him also stood, though she did not speak.
“Child, this is Herr Hitler, and his companion Fraulein Braun,” Gellert told me, inclining his head towards the other couple. “Adolf, Fraulein Braun, this is Fraulein McGonagall.” Hitler inclined his head and Eva dipped a curtsy. After acknowledging them with a curtsy of my own, I looked towards Gellert for instructions.

“Pendy!” he called out, and a sharp pop echoed throughout the large throne room.

“Master called?” the house elf asked, bowing deeply in Gellert’s direction. “How may Pendy serve?”

“Show the women to the balcony,” Gellert said. Turning to me, he said, “Adolf and I have business to discuss – not things for a woman’s delicate ears. We shall send for you when we are ready for you to rejoin us. Now, be off with you.”

I bit my tongue to stop my sharp retort from escaping, and nodded my acquiescence before meekly following Pendy out of the room.


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Pendy led us down a hallway I had not noticed earlier, finally opening a door that led to a balcony. The balcony had a lovely view of the German Alps. Despite the fact that it was one of the coldest winters on record in Germany, the balcony was a pleasant temperature, most likely due to Warming Charms. Eva and I settled ourselves at a small table, and Pendy popped away to serve us tea. Less than a minute later, a silver tea tray appeared on the cast iron table between us.
“Shall I be mother?” I asked Eva, before reaching for the teapot.

“Pardon?” she replied, confused.

“Shall I pour?” I rephrased my original inquiry.

She nodded, and I poured us each a cup of tea, and, handing hers across the table to her, I chose a modest selection of biscuits before taking a sip of the steaming tea.

“Are you a witch?” I blurted out suddenly.

“Yes, I am. I attended Durmstrang, as did Lord Grindelwald and Adolf, although I attended at a different time. That is how they met, after all,” she finished, looking down into her teacup as though embarrassed at revealing too much.

“How did you meet the Fuhrer?” I asked her, curious.

Still staring into the depths of her teacup, she replied, “I met him at a meeting of the German Ministry of Magic.”

She offered no more details, and avoided making eye contact with me again. We sat there in uncomfortable silence until Pendy popped back to inform us that our presence was required in the throne room. We both rose from our seats, relieved to finally escape the awkward silence that had coloured our tea, and quickly followed Pendy back down the hallway to the throne room.

The door to the throne room was open, and Gellert ushered us in. Adolf was standing, and he embraced Gellert briefly before turning to me and saying, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Fraulein McGonagall.” Taking Eva’s arm, they followed Pendy down the hallway and presumably to the door.

Gellert grabbed my wrist roughly once he was sure that they had left and dragged me towards his rooms. Once we had reached them, he pulled me inside before slamming the door and pushing me tightly against it.

“How dare you?” he asked me, his wand resting against my throat.

[silvertabby]

update!!I'can't wait to see what she's done

[dianahawthorne]

Chapter Four
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“Wh-what?” I stuttered, extremely frightened of Gellert’s behaviour. Over the past two days, I had begun to realise that he was not the man I had thought him to be – he was cruel, ruthless, and bloodthirsty. The sole fact that he was allied with Hitler, who was causing so much death and destruction in the Muggle world, rid me of any last delusions I had of him.

He slapped me hard across the face, his wand never leaving its position at the base of my throat. “Don’t play the fool with me, child. I know that you and Dumbledore are bonded.”

“What?” I shrieked, unable to stop the indignant exclamation from escaping my lips. “We are bonded?”

For the first time in this confrontation, Gellert’s smirk crept across his face. “You did not know, child? Hmm, it seems that he has become more manipulative since I saw him last.” Gellert chuckled and moved his wand away from my throat, although he still kept me pinned against the wall.

How could Albus and I be bonded? I did not participate in any marriage ceremonies with him, or anyone else for that matter, unless…

No, he would not do that.

Would he?

Could Albus have bound us together using the ancient marriage binding spells, the ones that stripped the woman of her magic?

I tried to perform a wandless Accio spell, to no avail. Next came a nonverbal Lumos, a wandless and nonverbal Stunner, and finally a nonverbal Petrificus Totalus. None of them worked. By this time, Gellert had released me from where he had pressed me against the wall, and was sitting down, enjoying a cup of tea.

“He took my magic!” I moaned softly, before collapsing to the floor, “He took my magic!”


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I must have fainted, because when I woke up, I was in a small, dank room with a thick wooden door and one very small barred window. There was no furniture, save a small cot with mildewed blankets, and the air was quite cold. The deadbolt on the outside slid open and Gellert entered the room.

“You are of no use to me now, child, and I cannot send you back to your husband. You simply know too much. I doubt I’ll see you again – your purpose has expired,” Gellert said, before exiting the room as quickly as he came.

Goddamn Albus Dumbledore – who, I realised, was now my husband. He told me he loved me. I thought that I had loved him. Obviously, he was only using me, just as Gellert had. Goddamn them both. Goddamn them both to hell.


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I lost track of the days I had spent in that one small, disgusting room. Every day I would try to perform the simplest spells, but I could no longer use my magic. The worst part about the bond Albus had created between us was that once the bond was established, Albus could perform a simple spell that would bring me to his side immediately, despite any enchantments or material barricades between us. He did not perform the spell, however. He obviously did not care for me – he had just wanted my magic.

As the monotonous days passed by, I lost hope that I would ever make it out of this room alive. It had been at least a month since my imprisonment, and I was getting weaker by the day. I was plagued with a chronic cough that was approaching pneumonia, as well as malnutrition and dehydration. I was wasting away.


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During that month, Gellert began to lose power. Hitler had killed Eva and then committed suicide. The German Muggles were on the point of surrender. Most of Gellert’s own forces had been killed or captured. His time, like my own, was running out.

Finally, the last battle arrived. From what I could tell, Albus had arrived and was duelling Gellert single-handedly. Their duel took them throughout the entire castle, beginning with the throne room and ending just down the hallway from my dungeon. In the duel, he seemed not to be able to land any hits, but, from the sheer volume of magic I felt rushing around, he must have been casting almost without stop. Finally Albus was able to Stun Gellert long enough to wrap him in iron chains and send him to Azkaban.

After Albus had Levitated Gellert’s unconscious form to a team of Aurors outside of my window, he had begun preparations for returning to Britain with style. When he had finally finished talking to Aurors and was fully healed, he readied himself for taking a Portkey back to Britain. The Portkey station was situated just outside of my window.

“Albus!” I called out weakly, before dissolving into a coughing fit. I saw him look around for the source of the voice calling his name, but he did not look down, towards my window situated at the bottom of the wall. Seeming to dismiss the plea for help as a figment of his imagination, he was about to activate the Portkey when I called out to him again. “Albus! Please help me!” This time, he looked down, and saw me through the bars of my window. His eyes held mine for a moment before he turned around and activated the Portkey, leaving me behind.

[lemondrop]

Albus!!! You son of a *****!! How could you?!?! What's gotten into him?! First he took Minervas magical power and then he left her in this place!!! How dare you Albus??

I hope he has an good explanation for that behavior!! Update soon please!!!!

[dianahawthorne]

Chapter Five

I spent the rest of the day sobbing. How could my life have changed so much in so little a period? What had I done to merit this form of punishment? I pondered these questions for hours, until a sharp crack of someone Apparating outside of my door startled me out of my morbidity. The clanking of the heavy dungeon keys knocking against each other as one turned in the lock caused my heart to soar with hope, until the door opened and I saw who had unlocked the door.

“You!” I exclaimed, horrified and stunned that the man who had ruined my life would dare come near me again.

Albus stepped further into the room before extending his hand towards me. “Minerva, my darling, what has happened to you?”

I felt my anger growing, and the air grew thick with tension – both emotional and magical. “What has happened to me? You have bloody happened to me! How dare you come here and ask me that!” As I yelled at Albus, a wind had whipped up around me, blowing my hair and robes around as though I was caught in a cyclone. As soon as I realised that my magic had returned, the wind stopped, and I collapsed on the ground. The last thing I remembered was Albus’s face above mine, and his arms around me.


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I felt warm and comfortable for the first time in months. I was lying on a soft mattress, with warm blankets covering me, and a gentle hand was rubbing soft circles on the back of my own hand. My magic thrummed in my veins, and I felt wonderfully alive and healthy. Slowly opening my eyes, I was able to make out Albus Dumbledore’s form sitting in one of his signature chintz armchairs, holding my hand gently in both of his.

I jerked my hand out of his grasp, and he raised his head to look at me. “Minerva, thank goodness you’re awake!”

I glared at him, unwilling to respond. Something needed to be said, however, so I asked him, “Why do you care?”

He recoiled at the hatred and anger present in my voice, and his countenance saddened. “Why do I care? I love you, my darling! How can I not care?”

I snorted at his last statement. “Well, you most certainly have an odd way of showing it!”

He looked at me confusedly. “What are you talking about, my dearest?”

I ignored the endearment. “Oh, only the fact that you used one of the ancient marriage bonding spells in order to steal my magic, left me in a dungeon in Grindelwald’s castle, and, even after you defeated him, still forced me to remain in that prison cell!”

I took a deep breath after finishing my outburst and summoned up enough courage to look at Albus. He was utterly gob smacked – his jaw was hanging open and tears were streaming down his face.

“Minerva,” he whispered, “how could you think that I would do such a thing to you?”

My angry glare faltered a bit as I registered the sincerity of his words.

“Then… you mean, you did not… who did?”

“I would presume Grindelwald took your magic, my dear. He was executed yesterday, and I presume that upon his death, the marriage bond he had created between the two of you was broken, allowing your magic to flow back into you.”

Tears began to drip down my face as well, and Albus held out a purple silk handkerchief for me to use.

“That still does not explain why you left me in that dungeon, Albus,” I said, once I had recovered sufficiently to talk.

“The wards that Grindelwald had erected among your cell were incredibly complex – he used your magic to cage you in to that cell. The wards would have remained in place until he died, and I was unable to get through them, even after defeating him.”

Albus tentatively reached for my free hand, and I gave it to him.

“I am so sorry, my dearest. I failed you.”

I buried my head in his lap. “Oh, Albus, I am so sorry, too. If only I had listened to you…”

We finally drifted off into sleep.

THE END

[harmonydumbledore]

What!? That's the end! Please say there's more!!

Well anyway it was a great story.

[dianahawthorne]

I will be writing more in the "All's Fair" universe - I'm working on a piece dealing with Minerva and Albus's brief romance before she left to join Grindelwald. Be assured that I'm not just dropping the story line!