I think this is the first Trials of Grindelwald fanfic on here! Awesome! This has *major* spoilers for the film so, if you haven't watched it you really should.
Leta's POV during Grindelwald's blue flame scene.
Slytherin. Murderer. Disappointment. I'm Leta, killer of my mother (accidentally) and my brother (again, an accident). Seems like everything's accidental these days. Like meeting Newt Scamander after all these years.
I never did enforce the 'Slytherin's are pureblood fanatics and want all mudbloods to die' rule, but I was ostracised, a tiny ripple in a stormy ocean.
Maybe, just this once, I could be redeemed. It wouldn't bring back my mother and brother, but maybe, just maybe, it could repair part of the hole in my heart left by those deaths I am responsible for.
Hope I get a nice tombstone, I guess.
Sending curses at Gellert Grindelwald, a world famous wizard for dark magic, may be the stupidest mistake I ever make. This is where I will die, isn't it? This is how karma or God or whatever makes their mark. This is how I'll be tortured until my last moments.
To be honest, I can think of better ways. A boggart, for instance.
Nobody understood what it meant. It was just a private torture, designed to hurt me in ways I was still vulnerable.
My stupid, stupid self forgot where my brother was in a cradle.
And doomed him forever.
Now, he's just a speck in that ocean, a corpse that could have been avoided if I'd have just taken the other baby too. I had room, of course I did. I wasn't holding anything else.
Grindelwald reacted so quickly, I barely had time to breathe. He sent a curse my way, but I blocked it naturally.
We could do this all day. I'm tired though. Tired of the guilt and pain devouring me from inside.
Tired of this world.
I step into the welcoming fire.