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Chapter 28

"Take my hand", Queenie demanded. "What? I have a wife" "You either take my hand or take responsibility for the death of about 50 no-majs", she told him, before she grabbed his hand and disapparated. As they landed, both a bit dizzy, Theseus stared at her, visibly angry. "If Leta finds about this, I'm going to be dead", he said. "Either you are dead or my future husband. Stupor", she screamed, into the direction of an acolyte, right in front of her. Only now, she had realized that they were sitting on stone steps in a giant arena. They were right here. Queenie looked around, shocked some of Grindelwalds followers. Every one was concentrated to stare down. Huge lions were attacking people with signs on their clothes. In her left ear she heard Grindelwalds commentary on the fights down there, in her right ear she listened to the thoughts of the acolytes. I hope he's dead. Where was Jacob? She looked around, he was gone. The only people she could identify from up here were a woman with red hair that looked like a fire crown on her head, riding one of the lions and a child that looked at the lions, stubborn, whispering things to them. But where was Jacob? "I believe we have the first death! It is... I have to look again. Our dear man... John MacBeth. Well, he was definitely not worthy", Grindelwald declared. Fear slowly crawled into Queenies heart. Jacob had to be there somewhere. What if he was...? She did not want to say it, not even in her thoughts. So many people, so many thoughts... But nothing that would help her. No, wait. The acolyte next to her, who was so concentrated that he did not even hear Grindelwalds commentary. A memory came into her mind, and stole every bit of hope she had ever had. "What's your name?" "Jacob. I think it's Jacob? No, it probably was John. John Macbeth" It felt as if someone had taken her heart away and locked it away, in a cage, guarded by a giant dragon, who held it with its ice-cold claws. Jacob was dead. And now she could see him, under the paws of one of the lions. It really was Jacob, she knew it because of his eyes, the way he laid on the sand, as if he was just sleeping. Jacob was dead and there was nothing she could do about it. It was her fault and only her fault. Queenie later realized that she jumped into the sand, she did not realize how high it had been. She could not breathe anymore, couldn't feel anything. Her whole life she had thought she would have known what it meant to lose people. She had lost her parents, when she was really young. She had thought that she had survived enough pain in her life, listen to enough peoples life. But Jacob had been taken from her, Jacob, the no maj, the only no maj in her life. The only person except her sister that really understood her. Jacob had never done anything to the people around him, he had never killed anybody? If life had any meaning, if there really was something like justice in life, why did Jacob have to die? From every person in the world, from everyone, it had to be him, even though he was a good human, even though he had never really been a part of this world. He was just a muggle at the wrong place at the wrong time. He had never in his life deserved to die. Queenie understood Newt now better than anyone else. She did not want this life, she did not want to survive, she did not want to fight against evil, if everything she had ever believed in, could be destroyed so easily. If Jacob had to die, how should she survive? It did not feel as if Jacob was now lying in front of her, not like blood was coming out of his chest. It felt as if someone had broken her all bones and now expected her to walk around like everything was normal. Queenie had read enough romance novels to know that people in love always said that they could not live without each other. She did not doubt that she would survive without Jacob. But without any faith in humanity, without believing into the good in the world, she would not be herself. Without Jacob. It slowly began to rain, rain dripped onto her hair, but she did not care anymore. She did not care anymore. Maybe that was the reason why Grindelwald did not care about humanity: he had loved someone too much and lost this love. Her life was over now, now that a hundred arrows were killing her heart. Pukwudgie — heart. And she could not exist without it. She could not bear the voices inside her head anymore. Queenie did not know how long she was crying there, in the rain, lying next to Jacob. A thought ran into her mind, a glance of light in the complete darkness surrounding her. It was the only way. She would not die like Juliet, she would survive. And so would Jacob, even though Queenie was not strong and trained in healing spells to heal him — which was nearly impossible. She heard Theseus saying that other aurors would come, almost every acolyte disapparated. But a loud noise teared through the silence, through Queenies sobbing. Someone was apparating, no, not just someone, a few people. Queenie did not believe in hope anymore. All her hope was currently dying, together with the only person she ever truly loved. There was only one way, the only chance she had. And even though it was wrong, even though she knew that she would probably regret it, she whispered, into Grindelwalds direction: "I'll do whatever you want"

She heard them talking. Aberforth probably didn't, he did not know what it meant to listen to others, because your own life scares you too much and you begin to think about other lives more than yours, because you know if you think about the thing in side you, it will possess you. Ariana knew that normally, the obscurial died at the age of ten. She was fourteen, she should not be alive. But she had managed to survive, somehow. She still listened to Gellert and Albus talking. They were so in love with each other that they did not notice other people hurting, but it was their right, because once in his life, everyone is in love. Everyone except Ariana. Ariana did not talk to other people, specially not to muggles or boys tat were not related to her or friends with her brother. There were people in this world that just wanted to destroy, even though destroying made you empty and angry you hated it, you tried to do something else, but some people made destroying happy, just like it made Ariana feel better to listen to other peoples life stories. Albus deserved to have a happy life, because he was wise and brilliant and talented. Just like Aberforth deserved it. She had told her brother too often that he should not care about her, that he should leave her, so should Albus. She knew that there would come a day when she would have to die because she could not control the beast inside, and when she did, she did not want to kill someone else with her. Ariana knew that it was her fault her mother was dead, she knew that she should have argued with her less. She knew all these things, but she still could not do something about it. If anyone would find out that she was obscurial, she would land in the Saint Mungo hospital, living like an animal in a cage, as if she was a freak. But Ariana knew that she was not, she was more powerful than most people in her age. She was a Dumbledore and Dumbledores were powerful, powerful with one fatal weakness. She knew hers, she was an obscurial, there for her weakness was losing control, Aberforth was anger, he was capable of killing people, because they insulted her, which he had from his father. Albus greatest weakness were his beliefs. He really believed that in every person was a bit good. And before she had turned into this beast she was now, she had believed him. But how was she supposed to be good when a disease was living inside her? Everyone had an obscurial inside himself, that was her logic. Even though other peoples obscurials were not real obscurials. Everyone had the talent and the ability to be turned evil, because of their weakness, their obscurial. But everybody also had the potential to be turned good, by someone or something that happened in their lives. And Ariana was scared: If Albus would win or Gellert. Good or evil, angel or devil, everybody was both, the only thing that mattered was trying to get someone to follow the right way. Albus and Gellert both believed that love could change the world. Ariana knew that Albus wanted to love Gellert with every piece of his soul, he loved him too much, hoping that the love would make him turn his back to the darkness and make him good. Everybody had a weakness, but some had darkness in their souls. And there she was sitting, on the floor of her room, Aberforth sleeping, next to her, while she listened to Albus and Gellerts talks about the greater good. They were both obsessed with the idea that people were chosen to be magical, because of the purity in their hearts and souls. She did not believe that, because if people were born magical only because of their kindness and purity, why did the darkness inside her soul came out so late, why did the obscurus ruin her life, if she was one of the rare souls chosen to live with magical abilities?

"I love you", he said, staring at the white wall in front of him. "I am in love with Gellert Grindelwald", he whispered, while reading his favorite books. "I love him", he screamed, shouting it into the thunderstorm outside. Albus had no idea what was happening to him, why he was standing outside in the rain, like a maniac screaming a name. He should not be this crazy, should he? As if it was helping his heart to scream it out. Gellert Grindelwald had kissed him. "What are you doing over there, ALBUS", came a scream through the rain. "Speaking of the devil...", Albus commented, as Gellert was jumping through the rain, as if he was an artist. "Do you really think I am the devil?", he whispered, now that he was standing next to him. "No, I am just summoning him in a magical ritual and that is the only reason I am screaming your name through the rain, Gellert", he rolled his eyes and Gellert did the same. "Well, I'm glad that it's my name and not the name of someone else", he smiled. And even though it was raining, his smile was like sunshine to him. "I like rain better than sunshine, Albus. It makes me feel as if I am not the only person crying too much. The clouds feel me", he explained. "I am not going to pity you just because your hair is getting wet, if you want me to say that.", Albus whispered. "Do you know why I also like rain? You don't know if I am crying or it is just the raindrops", Gellert looked up to him. There were no eyes he loved better than his. "You don't have to cry because I am here", Albus said, looking at the boy. "Actually, my brain and my heart want me to run around smiling like a fool. But I feel like that would destroy everything I stand for", Gellert said, while trying to fix his hair. Albus almost laughed at him, because it looked really strange. His hair always looked perfect, no matter what, but he would not tell him, because it was too cute to watch. "I am not a person to tell others to smile, you know I think it's quite disrespectful. But you are beautiful, no matter if you smile or not. It's just two kinds of beautiful", Albus began to explain. Gellert was looking at him, as if he really was listening, which Albus could never be sure about, but he still continued. "If you smile, you look like an angel. And if you don't, you look like yourself. The real you. And every time you look at me, exactly like this, I ask myself how I got to deserve this", Albus whispered. Gellert was a little taller than him, and almost jumped into the air, his ear right next to Albus mouth, so he would not miss any of the things he said. "First you tell me I am the devil and second you tell me I am an angel? Albus... It's not like you don't deserve me. I am the person who does not deserve you, I did so many things wrong in my life and will do. You are better than me, in every way. The rain makes me hide the pain inside me, but you... I don't have to control myself, when I'm with you. I don't have to lie, I don't have to think. I say what I mean and... I don't have to pretend to be someone I am not. You fix me, in every second I am with you a little more. And I love you. I repeat: I AM IN LOVE WITH ALBUS. PERCIVAL. WULFRIC. BRIAN. DUMBLEDORE!", With every word of Albus name, he came closer. After Gellert whispered the last word, Dumbledore, they kissed each other.