For some reason, the first time Harry saw Grindelwald, he felt that he looked a little familiar.
Yet he was certain he had never seen Grindelwald at this stage of his life.
Harry had seen Grindelwald in his youth and middle age in newspaper clippings included in reference materials. He had been a striking wizard, with eyes that seemed capable of seeing straight through people.
He had always worn a frivolous, teasing smile, yet somehow, that smile had never made him unlikable. Instead, it had given him a distinctive charm.
Even though Harry definitely liked girls and had absolutely no other interest in men, he had to admit that Grindelwald had once been an extraordinarily charming man.
But the Grindelwald before him now was vastly different from the man in those photographs.
In the photographs, he had dressed with elegance and care, his hair meticulously groomed. But looking at the man he had met in person, Harry felt that the image of a great Dark Wizard had come crashing down.
Although Grindelwald now washed his hair every other day, he never groomed it, leaving it a tangled mess.
Although he occasionally used Scourgify on his clothes, too, so that he had no strange smell about him, he dressed far too casually.
On the day Dumbledore brought Harry over, he had at least worn a shirt. After Dumbledore left, he wandered around the room in nothing but a loose undershirt.
He had none of the imposing air of a legendary Dark Wizard.
Harry was certain he had never seen a Grindelwald like this.
Yet he still had the strange feeling that he had seen him before. But Harry was also absolutely certain that he had never seen Grindelwald looking like this, which was quite a contradiction.
At his first sight of