When Grindelwald Was Reborn in Voldemort's Body

[Complete] A Harry Potter fanfic, main pairing GGAD + secondary pairing Drarry + a little of the twins

If they had another choice, would they still have been destined for a fatal ending?

When the enemy is no longer a snake-faced madman, a golden-haired, odd-eyed man smiles elegantly. “Tom Riddle? He was a poor imitation.”

The Sherbet Lemon in Dumbledore’s hand rolls to the ground. That face, that gaze, burned into his very bones half a century ago.

And Harry realizes that the way the headmaster looks at the man isn’t like he’s looking at a mortal enemy. It’s like he’s looking at a nightmare he can never wake from.

When his archenemy becomes his ex, and The Chosen One becomes a pawn in his old lover’s game, Harry grips his wand between two burning gazes. Are they still fighting this war or not?

Draco presses his hand down. “Easy, my Chosen One.”