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Warnig: Character Death

Also published on AO3 under the same name.

Will be two part, next chapter will be what happens if it was the other one of Jacob and Queenie who died

"Crucio!"

The spell fly over Queenie's head, and she just barely have the time to duck, her beloved pink hat flying off her head as she threw herself forward. Though she knows she will miss it later, right now she couldn't possibly care less about her clothes.

Somehow, she has ended up in the middle of a fight with several Grindelwald-fanatics in the middle of an open street in New York city. Curses and jinxes, disturbingly many of them near-lethal and/or unforgivable, are flying left and right and though she does not stop to look at them she can sense the No-Majes watching them with fear and terror from the windows of their apartments on either side of the street

When even clueless no-majis could understand that the colourful flashes of light the people in the streets we throwing at each other was dangerous, it was bad, very bad.

"TINA DUCK!" She is screaming, seeing the red light coming for her sister and just barely having her dodge it in time, being as close to being hit as she had been a moment earlier.

"Queenie, to your left!" This time, Newt calls out for her, his wand pointing to an enemy before she had a chance to even notice them, and the words of the curse escaping his lips as she moved out of the way. "Locomotor wibbly!"

The man behind Queenie collapse, and she smile, grateful that Newt just like her is quite good at jinxes and curses, even though both of them lacked the edge of being trained or adapted to battle in any way, like Tina.

Another curse pass overhead, and though she doesn't have time to identify it she can only guess that it's unforgivable, like the other curses these men attacking them seem to favour, and she pull Newt down with her.

As soon as she hit the ground, gravel and stone scraping and bruising her exposed flesh, she can feel something snapping in her ankle, pain rushing up from her foot to tell her something is hurt. She doesn't know is she can put weight on it, or if it's even a good idea to try, but staying on the ground doesn't seem much better, either.

Newt is already back on his feet, offering her a hand, and gathering all the determination she got left she quickly pull herself up and try to put weight on her ankle, finding that it's possibly and the pain is bearable, and continue. She could have it looked at later, but now is not the time to worry about personal injury.

"QUEENIE!" The high pitched, terrified sound is so sudden and so desperate that Queenie can't help but turn towards it, spinning around and moving fast enough that she almost lose her balance and fall over, but quickly steady herself when she sees who it was that called.

Jacob, completely wandless and defenseless while caught in the middle of the fight, is standing with his back pressed up against the wall at the side of her bakery. He is holding out his hands in front of him, half trying to protect himself and half begging for mercy, but it is obvious that the man who's taken aim at his isn't going to care. His wand is already raised, and Queenie can barely wait until her let loose the most dangerous spell known to man.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light is rushing towards Jacob at an impossible speed and so is Queenie, fueled by adrenaline and thoughts that this simply be happening, hoping to get between Jacob and the curse before it hit.

She always had to protect her beloved no-maj, no matter the price.

She is almost there, has almost reached her beloved, when her hurt ankle finally decide to give in, and suddenly she can feel herself falling instead of running, the green light catching up and hitting Jacob squarely in the chest, killing him with a single, perfect blow.

"JACOB!" She is screaming but unaware of it herself as she lay there on the ground, wracked with pain and grief and completely immobilized as Jacob's very last thought drift towards her panicked mind from his dying one.

Jacob's last thought is a memory, and Queenie can see herself in it.

They're in Newt's suit case, Jacob and Newt sitting on some sort of bench and listening to Queenie and Tina singing the Ilvermorny hymn, Queenie herself finishing up with singing the first two lines again.

"We stand as one, united, against the puritans. We draw our inspiration, from good witch Morrigan." Her voice is light and sweet, a harmony of sounds that not even the song of Angel's could compete with, Jacob was sure.

In Jacob's eyes, Queenie herself was more perfect than an angel, too. Her red-blonde hair is glowing like gold and her smile makes him want to laugh out loud. She makes the best strudel he's ever eaten and she enjoyed his company. Every single thing about her is perfect, but oh god, that voice. Jacob would give anything to listen to that voice for the rest of his life.

As Queenie finished up the Ilvermorny hymn with singing a solo of the first two lines they'd sung, Jacob realise that he is permanently and unrevisable in love.

When Queenie comes back from the memory, she is lying on her side on the street, her leg burning with pain and Jacob's dead, lifeless body resting only a few feet away. The memory that had been his last thoughts still lingers in her mind and unable to do anything else, she cries.

Her mind conquers for her the image of the way Jacob had been looking at her while she sang, the way his plump mouth had been shaped to a perfect 'o' and her eyebrows had been raised in surprise. His chocolate brown eyes had topped off the expression, big and amazed and she had known, that he liked what he was seeing. He liked her.

This, Queenie realise, had been the moment she had realised that he was the love that had been meant for her. That there was more than just momentum tying them together, and that their future was one and the same.

"Queenie, I'm so sorry about Jacob. I wish it didn't happen." Tina is there on the ground beside her, hugging her and offering meaningless comfort. Her words only make Queenie cry harder, because she obviously doesn't understand what it is that Queenie's lost.

She had lost her soulmate, and the only thing that could ever make her complete, dooming her to forever being incomplete.

Because the moment Jacob realised that he wanted her in his life, was the moment she realised she was not meant to have a life without him.

If only it hadn't taken until his last moment for her to realise it.