Paris?
Jerry was filled with confusion. Was Grindelwald still brooding over his failed attempt to blow up Paris, and had he now decided to send Jerry to finish the job?
"Besides all that, don't you have anything else to tell me? Like an answer to the question I just asked about my connection to the Apostles, or something about my parents?"
"Jerry, there are some answers you need to find for yourself. Though I don't always agree with Dumbledore's views, there's one thing he said that I think is quite right: we mustn't interfere with your growth!" Gellert Grindelwald said calmly. Then he shook his head. "For now, perhaps the only thing Dumbledore and I can do is keep you alive until you've grown strong enough."
"But with your talent, I doubt it'll take more than a few years before you no longer need protection from us two old men!"
After speaking, Gellert Grindelwald considered for a moment, a look of resolve flashing in his eyes.
He slowly took a photograph from his pocket and solemnly handed it to Jerry. His voice was so quiet that barely anyone but the two of them could hear it. "Jerry, this is a little secret between you and me. Whatever you do, don't tell Dumbledore."
Jerry gently accepted the photograph, his hands trembling slightly despite himself. His gaze fell on a couple anyone would envy, holding a baby close, their smiles radiant with happiness.
The sight instantly brought tears to Jerry's eyes, and emotion surged through him like a tide.
The man in the photograph had reddish-brown hair, while the beautiful woman had Germanic blond hair. They held the baby together, that tiny life their shared hope and future. It all felt so familiar, like a reunion destined to happen.
"Are... are these