4 YEARS LATER

The Unbreakable Vow had stabilised my condition, just as the two brothers hoped it would and it had given me months that I otherwise wouldn't have had. It was enough time for our parents to arrange the blood binding ceremony and when I woke the morning after the Vow, I had been majorly disorientated. And then I had been enraged that Newt had risked his life for something so stupid. I had told him as much only to see his thunderous expression.

He had informed me calmly that I wasn't allowed to address my life as stupid anymore, especially when it was to be bound to his own. That was as close to a declaration of love as he had given me. But that was before the ceremony. However, once the ceremony had passed, he became much more open in sharing his emotions.

My energy gradually returned after I had bound myself to Newt and I was slowly become more and more like the me of the past. I welcomed the change with open arms as did my husband. Merlin, even thinking of the word husband brought a smile to my face. It had been all I wanted, to be able to grow old alongside Newt. Less than 5 years ago it had been an impossible dream and now it was my reality.

Our cottage, one Newt had brought from the royalties of his first book, was always quiet in the morning. Newt had always been late to rise in the morning and so, only I was awake to watch the sunrise every morning. It gave me a sort of peace that helped me get through the rest of the day, no matter how hectic it was. After recovering from the curse, I came to appreciate every little thing in a way that I had never done before. Even now, the soft sounds of the birds as they flew overhead was a sound I cherished and I was thankful that Newt had brought the cottage so far out into the country. He had insisted that the country air would help speed up my recovery. And perhaps it had.

Pushing away from the window, I made my way quietly through the cottage and towards the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast. The smell of food would eventually wake my sleeping husband.

I set about making breakfast and after filling the kettle with water and placing it on the stove, I hesitated in my step. Taking in a slow breath, I reached into the pocket of the apron tied around my waist and brought my wand out. Holding it at my side, I tightened and relaxed my grip on it countless times before finding my resolve.

Pointing it towards the cupboards, I muttered the spell quietly, waiting anxiously to see whether it would work or not. The wait, whilst probably nothing more than a few seconds felt like a lifetime until finally, the plates came flying out of the cupboard and made their way towards the dining table. I grinned, staring down at my wand and felt my magic pulse through my fingers.

Helga, it was good to have my magic back.

Hands settled on my shoulders, making me jump slightly. Peering over my shoulder at a half-awake Newt, I smiled gently up at him when his hands slid down my arms to settle around my waist, pulling me back against him.

"Good morning," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"Good morning," I replied, watching as he reached out to take my wand with a sigh. My eyebrows rose in surprise as I turned to look up at him.

"Have we not been over this before?"

"Newt?" I questioned when he grasped my shoulders, bringing his head level with mine.

"You don't need to keep worrying about your magic coming back," he said gently, smiling reassuringly at me, "Just focus on remaining healthy and it'll come back by itself. And if it doesn't, then that changes nothing about you."

I couldn't help but grin up at him, surprising him slightly. Stepping closer to him, I rose to my toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When I drew back, I watched him blink down at me. "There's something I need to show you. I've been working on it for a while."

Snatching my wand back from him, I aimed my wand at the cupboards once again, and levitated the cutlery out and moved it towards the table. The moment the cutlery had been set down on the table, I found myself in Newt's arms again as he held me tight against him.

"You've recovered," he murmured, running a hand over the back of my head, the gesture comforting. "You've completely recovered."

"I finally feel complete," I admitted, burrowing closer to him for a moment before pulling away when the kettle began to whistle.

Removing the kettle from the stove, I gestured for Newt to sit down at the table as I made our teas and plated our breakfast. Joining him at the table, I began to eat whilst keeping an ear out for a sound that was long overdue.

"When are we flooing to your parent's home?" Newt asked, flicking through his newspaper.

Taking a sip from my mug, I contemplated, "It depends on when the twins wake. They've been sleeping for a long time and we don't want them to be cranky."

"Otherwise we'll be facing their accidental magic."

We shared a look, remembering the last time the twins had gotten frustrated and performed some accidental magic. They had decided that they had been waiting too long for their bottles and lashed out; magicking my eyebrows from my face and completely getting rid of all of Newt's hair. It had been easily reversed but we learnt not to avoid leaving them hungry for a long time.

As if they knew we were thinking about them, the twins gave a sudden sharp cry. Newt frowned at the sound and I rose to my feet.

"We jinxed it by speaking of them," Newt informed me as we grabbed the bottles I had already made and placed under a stasis charm.

Walking to the nursery, both Newt and I picked up one of our crying twins, bouncing them on our hips and placating them by giving them their bottles. Newt gave me a relieved smile when the crying stopped as I settled onto the chair in the corner of the room, feeding our son. Our daughter, cradled in her father's arms reached a hand out to his face which he pressed a kiss to. I hid a smile, staring down at the satisfied babe in my arms.

Newt's hair had been magically dyed green because he hadn't responded quickly enough. But maybe I'd keep that knowledge to myself.