Headcanon that an outraged 6-year-old Charlie Weasley writes to an elderly Newt Scamander wanting to know why Gringotts keeps a dragon locked up underground and begging him to fix it. Newt writes back saying that sadly he’s been fighting that fight for years and no one ever wants to listen to him because the powerful families whose money is being kept safe by the dragon always shut him down, and that Charlie is the first person he’s heard of who’s as angry as he is about it. Charlie decides that day to dedicate his life to finding out everything he can about dragons so that one day he can free the poor Gringotts dragon. After the war, when they hear that Harry, Ron and Hermione freed the dragon, they celebrate and immediately begin petitioning to have it made illegal to imprison dragons so that nothing like that ever happens again. It’s only when Hermione becomes Minister that it’s finally signed into law.
This is the best Harry Potter headcanon I’ve ever seen
Just imagine how that conversation would go though, like Charlie’s been learning about dragons his whole life, studying them, learning about the laws surrounding them, practising the jailbreak of dragons by smuggling one out of Hogwarts, preparing for the moment when, one day, he can free the Ukrainian Ironbelly from Gringotts.
And Ron’s like “Oh, yeah, don’t worry about it—we broke into Gringotts and used him as our get-away vehicle. He’s just chilling in the wilds somewhere now so, yeah. Job done.”
Actual Director of Magical Security Percival Graves is going to be able to get away with anything, literally forever, with everyone else in MACUSA
“Graves, your paperwork’s piling up.”
“Is it? I’m trying to work through the backlog that Grindelwald left. You know, when he stole my life, here, and worked with all of you. For months.”
“Graves, Goldstein is out of line again.”
“That’s funny. I could have sworn I’d given her a commendation. Oh well. Maybe it was Grindelwald. Who can tell the difference, right?”
“Hey, sir, uh, Picquery wants to make sure you’re briefed properly for the meeting.”
“Hey, remember when I was Grindelwald and no one noticed? Fuck you, Abernathy.”
HAHAHA YES. HE WOULD NEVER LET IT GO.
“Sir, we have the warrant for Credence Barebone’s capture and execution prepared as per your report.” “You mean GRINDELWALD’S REPORT, because does this look like my writing style? It sure the hell doesn’t look like my writing style. Do I look like a moron who cannot recognise a magically gifted child who needs to be RESCUED from idiotic no-majs?”
