"You're probably wondering why I asked you to have dinner with just me tonight, huh?" Queenie asked Vinda, who speared her salad and said lightly,

"It's a pleasure. I was honored. I hope you have good news from Paris, Queenie."

"Well. I have news from Paris," Queenie mumbled, looking around the parlour where hers and Vinda's dinner had been set up privately. She sighed shakily and finally said, "Look, this isn't a question I want to get the answer to by prying in your head, so… I'll just ask you. It's personal, I know. But… do you ever want to be a mother, Vinda?"

Vinda smiled rather dreamily and nodded. "Someday."

She took another bite of salad, and Queenie's stomach sank.

"You do?"

"Sieg and I had discussed it, but then everything fell apart with him," Vinda said. "Who knows? Maybe if things get more serious with Klaus? Maybe someday it could happen for me. I would love to be a mother. I don't know why. I know, perhaps, that I do not seem like the maternal type. But I want badly to use my wand and crochet a perfect white blanket to wrap up a little baby… to dress a little girl in perfect little clothes."

Vinda's beautiful eyes watered, and suddenly Queenie thought she was going to cry. She couldn't possibly ask Vinda to give up her fertility. It wasn't an option. She gulped and shook her head.

"They didn't have an answer for us in Paris," she murmured. "Not a good one, anyway."

"What did Monsieur Valentin say?" Vinda sipped at her red wine, and Queenie huffed. She shut her eyes.

"We could reverse the Curse. But only by taking fertility from someone else. It would have to be donated. Willingly given from one witch to me."

There was a long silence, and then when Queenie opened her eyes, Vinda was staring at her with her full lips parted. She blinked a few times and mumbled,

"You asked if I wanted to be a mother because you intended on asking me to donate my fertility to you. To become infertile so that you might bear a child yourself."

Queenie felt humiliated all of a sudden. She chewed her lip and bowed her head, and she touched at her hair.

"It sounds kinda awful, when you say it like that."

"No. It's not awful. It's only… well, of course, if you ask it of me, Queenie, I will gladly… You know that I serve the cause with all my heart and soul, and that means serving Grindelwald. And so of course I would… without question or…"

She trailed off, a tear appearing in her eye, and Queenie shook her head vehemently. She insisted,

"I would never ask a witch who wants to be a mother to give up her fertility and give it to me, Vinda. I couldn't live with myself. Especially a witch who's the best friend I've ever had."

"It is in the service of the movement!" Vinda insisted, but her cheeks had grown red with the obvious effort not to cry. Queenie reached for Vinda's hand and squeezed.

"We'll find another option. Carrow or something."

"Carrow!" Vinda scowled. "You want Carrow's fertility?"

"I don't want yours!" Queenie shrieked. She stabbed at her salad and stuffed a bite into her mouth. She talked through a mouthful of food and mumbled, "I'm so sorry I even brought it up. I dunno what we were thinking."

Vinda gave her a knowing look. "You were thinking that I am a loyal servant and a devoted friend who would willingly give you my fertility if I did not wish to be a mother. And then I complicated things by telling you that I want a baby someday. Hmm?"

"Something like that." Queenie swigged at her wine. "I'm really sorry, Vinda."

"So am I," nodded Vinda. She stared right at Queenie and vowed, "I would do anything for you. For Grindelwald. Anything. Including giving up that idea of a little baby in a crocheted blanket."

"No, you will not," Queenie said flatly. She speared more lettuce and pinched her lips into a line. "We'll find another way."

"Are you certain you understand the terms of what's being asked of you?" Grindelwald said, sitting at his desk and staring across at the young woman seated in the chair across from him. Queenie stood beside him, shifting anxiously.

"I understand," said Nagini. She was dressed in a blue satin wrap dress, her hair in a braid over one shoulder. She fingered her braid nervously. "But what if my Blood Curse transferred along with the fertility? That would be my concern?"

"I wrote to my acquaintance in Paris to ask about this precise concern," said Grindelwald. "He assures me that even a Maledictus' Blood Curse will not transfer. The only thing that transfers is the ability to bear children. The child that is born is the fruit of the the two parents who conceive it, and it carries the traits of those parents alone. These transference spells do not bring along gifts, like Queenie's Legilimency, nor Blood Curses, nor Ancestry."

"We're really, really, really sure about that?" Queenie asked softly, and Grindelwald raised his eyes to her. He nodded once.

"Valentin absolutely assures me. Nagini's fertility is entirely safe to use with the spells, if she gives it freely."

"Well, I'm not exactly going to be having children," Nagini scoffed. "Me, who turns into a snake at night, pregnant? I'd kill the baby. Please, take my fertility. Save me a lot of worry and trouble and… yeah. Please. Just take it."

"Well." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and looked from Nagini to Queenie. He gestured to the space behind Nagini's chair, and he said, "Nagini, this service is appreciated more than you know. Please, if you will both stand and clasp your right hands together."

Both of the women made their way out to the space behind the chair, and they joined their right hands. Grindelwald walked over to them slowly, pulling out the Elder Wand. He cricked his neck and stared at Nagini. She was solemn and noble-looking, tipping her chin up as she asked,

"Will it hurt?"

"I don't think so," Grindelwald said honestly. He aimed his wand at Nagini's lower abdomen, and she flinched at the action. Grindelwald felt uncomfortable doing it, too, but he needed to do this for the transference spells. He dragged his wand through the air from Nagini's abdomen to Queenie's, and he incanted firmly,

"Transporto Fecunditas. Fertilis Haec Femina. Transporto Fecunditas. Fertilis Haec Femina."

Nagini gasped, grasping at her abdomen, and she moaned softly in pain. She gripped her stomach and squeezed her eyes shut, and Queenie asked gently,

"You all right, honey?"

"I'm fine," said Nagini through gritted teeth. "Keep going."

Grindelwald pulled the wand from Nagini to Queenie again. "Transporto Fecunditas. Fertilis Haec Femina. Transporto Fecunditas. Fertilis Haec Femina. Transporto Fecunditas. Fertilis Haec Femina."

Now it was Queenie who let out a strange noise, and she whispered,

"Oh, Gellert, I'm bleeding all of a sudden."

"It'll be over soon, and we'll get you cleaned up," he promised her. She seemed uncomfortable standing there, with a magically-induced menstruation, a symbol of her new, restored fertility. She wrapped her arms around herself and met Nagini's eyes, and the two women seemed to share some sort of connection for a brief moment. Grindelwald dragged his wand from Nagini to Queenie for the final time.

"Transporto Fecunditas. Fertilis Haec Femina. Transporto Fecunditas. Fertilis Haec Femina. Transporto Fecunditas. Fertilis Haec Femina. Transporto Fecunditas. Fertilitas Haec Femina."

Suddenly there was a bright flash of white light, and then Nagini stumbled backward a few steps. Grindelwald reached out with his wand to catch her and keep her from falling. Queenie buckled over in pain from her cramps as she bled, and he murmured gently to her,

"Go to your rooms and take care of yourself in your bathroom. I'll be there shortly."

"Yes, Sir." She never called him that anymore, but it felt right just now, for some reason. She stood up, panting a little, and stumbled over to Nagini. She wrapped her arms around Nagini in an embrace, and Nagini actually hugged her back. Queenie murmured,

"Thank you, Nagini."

"Thank you." Nagini rubbed at Queenie's back and whispered, "Take very good care of whatever baby you have. Promise?"

"I promise." Queenie made her way out of the office, leaving Nagini and Grindelwald alone. Grindelwald nodded at Nagini and asked,

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine now. Thank you." Nagini chomped her lip. "Maybe I'm here for a reason. This reason. Maybe something good can come of this Blood Curse. Some small good."

"This is an enormous good." Grindelwald twirled the Elder Wand in his fingers and assured her, "You have done more for the Greater Good tonight than you can imagine, Nagini. And you will be rewarded. You may go. Rest. Relax. Thank you."

"Goodnight, Sir." Nagini headed out of the office quickly, and when the door shut behind her, Grindelwald took a shaking breath and shut his eyes, thinking of Leopold.

"Queenie?"

She walked out of her bathroom, Scoured and with an Absorbency Charm cast on herself. She was in a comfortable nightgown and her velvet dressing gown, and she smiled nervously at Grindelwald as he walked into her bedroom.

"Well, I'm bleeding in a way that definitely feels fertile," she told him. "That was very kind of Nagini."

"What use has a Maledictus got for fertility?" asked Grindelwald.

"You're really sure about the Blood Curse?" asked Queenie anxiously, and Grindelwald huffed a breath.

"I'm very certain. Now. You let me know once you've stopped bleeding, and a few days after that, we'll start trying. Hmm?"

"Right away?" Queenie grinned, and Grindelwald shrugged.

"Why not?"

Queenie felt happiness flush through her. Her heart thumped and her breath quickened. She asked quietly,

"Will you show me the vision in the skull? Of Leopold?"

Grindelwald hesitated. He hadn't shown her during the time of Dumbledore's Curse, because it seemed cruel to do so. But the vision was as strong as ever in his mind. He gulped.

"I'll show you," he said, "once we begin to try, all right?"

"All right." She smiled gently at him. He sighed and leaned on the doorjamb, and he said more seriously,

"There's going to be a rally in Munich in three weeks. And I have one message that I'll be spreading at that rally."

"Oh?" Queenie felt concerned. She approached him and asked, "What message is that?"

"The cruelty of Albus Dumbledore," said Grindelwald. "I am going to publicly state that Albus Dumbledore placed an Infecundum Curse upon my wife without her consent in an act of supreme cruelty and sadism."

She remembered what he'd said in Paris. Go forth and spread the word - it is not we who are violent. Queenie stared at him and asked,

"You're going to tell a crowd of people that I had an Infecundum Curse put on me by Dumbledore?"

"Yes. I am." Grindelwald left no room for debate. "The horrid acts of Dumbledore must be known to everyone. And they will be. He must be exposed for who he really is. Everyone thinks Dumbledore is some great and kind, benevolent teacher and leader in wizarding Britain. He is, in fact, a villain. And we will expose him. We will make people see him for who he really is."

"You never loved him?" Queenie asked impulsively. Grindelwald stared. He shook his head and whispered,

"No, Queenie, I never loved him. And whatever passed between him and me was a long time ago, and he and I are enemies now. Given what he did to you, he is my greatest enemy of all. And I will expose him in Munich, in three weeks' time."

Queenie sucked in breath and nodded. "Okay."

Author's Note: Poor Vinda! She wants to be a mother! But Nagini saved the day! Yay, Nagini! Who's looking forward to seeing the rally where Grindelwald "exposes Dumbledore"? Oh, and three weeks after the start of a period? That should be right around perfect conception time… huh. ;) Thanks for reading and PLEASE REVIEW if you get a quick moment! I value your feedback more than you know!