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It was Sunday. Quite an ordinary Sunday. Until three distinct knocks turned an ordinary Sunday into a "that Sunday when".

I immediately knew who it was because I didn't receive many visitors here and no one knocked like he did: Albus Dumbledore.

I put my cup of tea into the saucer and the saucer on the table next to me, then walked up the stairs out of the cellar to the front door.

I saved the "Who is it?" because even if it was a trap and not Dumbledore I would have deserved it.

I took my coat and scarf from the hanger in the front room, opened the door and slipped through it.

"Alba.", he said sonorously.

"I am being watched.", I explained while putting on my coat, which Albus helped me with. I thanked him and only then realized he wasn't alone.

"Who is that?", I asked taken aback.

"Alba, may I introduce my friend Newt Scamander."

I looked at him, which immediately drew his eyes to the ground. His posture was a little strange, and he had more hair on his head than probably necessary. His smile was in a way innocent. I watched him fascinated when suddenly the name rang a bell.

"The monster-book guy?", I asked out loud and immediately felt bad for being so rude.

Albus smiled and nodded.

While closing my coat, I stepped passed them to lead this little gathering away from my house which was still being watched I was sure. I didn't know these days which side was watching me but one or the other definitely.

"Very nice to meet you, Mr. Scamander.", I said when we left my front garden and walked out on the street. I quickened my pace and lead them through an alley three houses further down, into a small forest. More a group of trees but everybody called it forest.

"You said you are being watched?", Dumbledore asked when I finally stopped.

I nodded. "Some days it's Krall, some days the ministry. But I haven't seen Krall in a while."

"He is dead.", Dumbledore explained.

"Dead?"

"He burned."

His look said more than he could have explained.

"So, he is gathering followers.", even though it wasn't a question, Albus nodded.

"In Paris. We only nearly could stop them from destroying the city."

I looked at Newt, who stood quietly next to Albus. Only now I noticed him holding a suitcase.

"So what do you want from me? I assume that's why you are here. Or was it because my tea is better than anywhere else in England?"

He smiled but didn't say anything, only reaching into the breast pocket of his jacket.

"Do you know what this is?"

A key-like pendant suddenly floated between us. A red light shimmered through what looked like a glass pearl.

"Yes.", I starred at it mesmerized. Never in a million years had I thought that one day I would see it with my own eyes.

"How did you get it?"

The wizards looked at each other, than Dumbledore grinned.

"We had some help."

"I see."

"We basically need to break the pact.", Newt suddenly said and I startled. I wondered if he knew why Dumbledore had brought him here. Automatically my hand wandered to grab a strand of my hair. It was still brown. Dark brown.

"And I think I know how.", Albus said.

I tried to read him. To understand what he wanted from me. Deep down inside of me a fear came creeping.

But…he wouldn't.

"I think I can break the pact with a drop of blood with similar entities to one of the two who originally made the pact. The new drop would replace one of the old ones. In this case, yours would replace his. Then I would be free of that pact with Grindelwald and able to kill him."

He would.

I tried to keep calm. Tried to handle my emotions which came crawling up through my chest. I looked at him. Albus had his eyes pierced at the pendant, which still floated calmly in front of him. He intentionally ignored me.

Newt Scamander behind him was the only one here not completely following his friends intentions. He seemed puzzled, trying to understand. I wished to be in his position. But I knew exactly what Albus Dumbledore asked of me.

"You want me to give myself up. To kill myself. I thought you loved me…"

"...like a daughter? I do. Which is why it is so hard to ask this of you."

"It doesn't really look hard on you."

"Wait. You are asking her to kill herself?", Newt suddenly realized.

"No. He is asking me to kill who I have become, so that he can undo a mistake from the past, kill Grindelwald and be the hero he so desperately wants to be."

I could feel the anger growing inside of me. The anger and crazy inherited from my father. The reason why I lived where I lived. Far away, alone.

It had taken me years to control it. Years of seclusion, hiding. Failed attempts, murder. I had to develop strength and self-control I never thought were in me. Strength he taught me: Albus Dumbledore.

"Leave!", I mumbled through my grit teeth, my hands clenched to fists.

If I would have carried my wand with me, which I never did these days, I would not have been able to control myself.

"LEAVE!", I screamed. I could see a glimmer of shock in his eyes, a nuance of "Have I gone too far?". Tears started streaming down my face.

"LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK!"

Scamander immediately took a couple steps back while Albus looked at me, not sure if it was his mistake or mine for not understanding. Eventually he turned around and walked away. Leaving me behind, kneeling in the wet leaves of autumn, crying.