His Form of Art

Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling

Chapter o2

Summary: Lillian Potter had the most normal life as she could; a loving family, heir to the most well-known pureblood family, and two amazing best friends, but she felt she was missing one thing. Sent back in time, she meets a merry happy blonde in Germany. Fem!Harry.

Rate: T

May contain: Cursing (All I can think about right now.)

Author's Note: Woo! Another chapter, even though it's short, but I'm tired, completely exhusted. Please enjoy and review! Also, this has been beta, yay. Got me a beta now :D, please enjoy now.

Beta: Ptl4ever419

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It was a small village that Gellert lead them to, a small pub with an inn above, housing many strange people, many who seemed to be dark wizards and witches who kept mostly to themselves.

The room Lillian was able to acquire was small and dingy. The small room smelled and Lillian swore she saw a rat run across the room, sending small shivers of disgust down her spine. Cold still seeped through the cracked window and there was no hot water running in the bathroom.

"Well…this looks comfortable," Gellert commented on the room, his blue eyes dance with mirth, but they held the disgust in them.

Lillian couldn't help but feel revolted and didn't hide the disgust from her face. "Yes… home sweet home." She said.

Gellert laughed.

"Well, you can always stay with me at my home, it's not that far away," Gellert said, moving back to Lillian's side, who had yet to enter the room.

"Like I could trust you, but also, it's not very lady-like for me to stay at your place," Lillian said, but she continued to eye the room wearily. 'Also, I can't point out where I know you from and why I feel deeply attracted to you.' She thought silently to herself, frowning. Making sure her shields were still tightly secure and had not gotten loose since the abrupt time-travel.

Gellert raised an eyebrow at her, "Are you really considering staying in this room?" He asked her, his voice filled with incredulity.

The black haired girl chewed her bottom lip, eyed the room before looking at Gellert.

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"Bloody hell, I don't give a damn what a lady shouldn't do, please take me out of here!" Lillian succumbed to her disgust and looked at the blond German with green pleading eyes.

Gellert shoulders shook with laughter but nodded his head, "Will do." That impish grin didn't leave his face for the agreement or when he wrapped around his arm around her waist, bringing her body closer to his before apparated them away from the small room.

Gellert's own home wasn't a big mansion like the Potter Mansion, Lillian mused. Getting over the nauseating feeling and the continuing churning of her stomach that came from apparating.

"Welcome to the Grindelwald home, Lady Sylva," Gellert said, mockingly bowing to her. Lillian grinned and did her own small curtsy in return.

It was strange, around Gellert, she was filled with laughter and full of happiness, but during her times with her family, she felt like something was missing, an echo of empty laughter. Lillian didn't understand it, but she hoped she could figure out why it was and why she was dropped in the middle of Germany during the early nineteen century.

"Allow me to show you around," Gellert said, his arm once more found her waist as he began to lead her around his home.

The house was simple and it seemed like it had been left unused for a couple of years, which made Lillian wonder if Gellert was the only Grindelwald still living.

"And here we are," Gellert said, taking her out of her muses and stare at a door, the letter G engraved in golden script shine brightly against the smooth black texture of the door. "This will be your room while you stay here."

The room was simple, pearl white walls, a dresser, and a simple cream vanity. The bed was covered with cream covers and had four big pillows and a small pillow in the middle of it.

It had a door leading to the restroom and another leading to the balcony.

"It's wonderful," Lillian said, feeling much more comfortable and safe here than she had at the pub.

"Well, I'm glad, but I'll allow you to sleep, it is midnight."

It dawned no her that it was truly late and she was getting tired. Nodding her head, she smiled at Gellert. "Thank you, for everything." She said softly.

"It is nothing, I'm glad I am able to help." The blond said and with nothing else to be said, he bid her goodnight and allowed her to close the door.

Lillian knew that Gellert had given her a place to stay, but she also couldn't completely trust him. Being raised by two Aurors and a werewolf teacher/tutor, she warded the door before she even bothered to undo the shrinking spell on her luggage that was meant for her planned vacation to the States, not back in time.

Removing the traveling cloak, she searched for her sleeping attire and headed to bed, making sure the wards were strong enough before falling asleep.

Gellert was very curious, but he also was very cautious of the newly acquire guest.

The female was odd yet she also brought excitement, spiking his magic to go out of control, something that didn't happen unless he was excited.

He couldn't pinpoint the exact feeling he felt, especially when he stared into those green eyes of her. He couldn't describe it, but those vivid green eyes pull his attention, undressing him of all his secrets. Which annoyed him greatly, but her magic.

It was thick, mixed with power and possession, a deeply rooted protection and loyalty, something that he wouldn't mind having in his possession. Power like that didn't just appear out of nowhere and to have her at his side, it would bring more power to him.

All he needed was to convince her to his side, which looked to be the difficult task. But the blond couldn't help, but feel up to the task.

Smirking he flopped himself onto his bed, making plans after plans.

Adding to his growing list.

Finish the construction of Nuermengard, gather more followers around Europe and continue his search of the famous deathly hollows.

It seemed that this year was going to be very busy for him, but he didn't mind the challenge. After all, it's For the Greater Good.