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Chapter 22:

"You are a liar." Jackson said coolly to Adriana. She glared at him.

"And how do you figure that?" She asked icily.

"I saw Percival Graves at your house." Jackson replied.

"You followed me home?" Adriana asked incredulously. "You stalker!"

"I was not following you. I followed a trail of Percival Graves' magic." Jackson explained. "If you wanted to hide him, you should have told him to stop using magic."

"Prove to me that you know it was him!" Adriana challenged. She knew it was a bluff but she could only hope that it would make him falter.

"I do not need to." He said. "I will go to your house and I will bring him back to MACUSA in chains."

"Wait Jackson!" Tina cried as she sprinted in, Percival right behind her. "We can explain."

"What is this Goldstein?" Jackson asked sharply. "Did you aid this traitor?"

"No, she did not." Percival said. He looked at Adriana. "I know why you want to take me back to MACUSA."

"So, you have heard that your old master wishes to speak to you." Jackson said. He seemed to take this as an affirmation of Percival's guilt.

"He is not my master." Percival spat. "He has never been and never will be."

"Co-conspirator then." Jackson said with a shrug. "I care very little how you refer to him."

"Please Jackson." Tina pleaded. "Percival has done nothing wrong. He's a victim."

"Maybe he is and maybe his isn't." Jackson said. "That is not my call, I am merely here to bring him back to MACUSA."

"And I'll go with you." Percival assured him.

"What!?" Came several strangled yells. Adriana was shocked. Tina had gone pale. The entire Auror office looked confused.

"You will?" Jackson asked suspiciously.

"Percival, you can't be serious?!" Adriana asked him, wide eyed. He couldn't just walk away. Not like that. Not when she hadn't told him...

"I'm going." Percival said roughly. "I have conditions."

"Really?" Jackson asked. He waved his arms. "Please share."

"No chains." Percival said. He seemed to shiver at the thought of them. "And I'd like... if I'm going to talk to him then I want Adriana with me."

"You want to take her?" Jackson asked. Adriana was surprised he didn't take issue with the fact that Percival was asking to remain unchained.

"Yes." Percival said. His hand found Adriana's and gripped it tight.

"I suppose President Picquery will have questions for her." Jackson said slowly. He folded his arms. "You may bring her, and go unchained, but if you run. Know that I will catch you." Percival swallowed.

"Understood." He said. "We should go." There was a lot of confusion but they managed to get to the Portkey office and get one to America in a matter of hours. They arrived. Percival had yet to relinquish his grip on Adriana's hand. She didn't mind. She entwined their fingers in a more comfortable hold. Newt had been dragged along for the ride by Tina. He looked nervous and Adriana didn't blame him. MACUSA and fair trials were not exactly what recent reports indicated.

"Mr Graves." President Picquery's cool voice greeted them. "So glad you could join us. I see you've brought friends."

"Madam President." Percival managed to ground out through a locked jaw. Adriana squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I was told you requested my presence." Adriana suppressed a snort. He made it sound like he'd been sent on a long vacation.

"In a manner of speaking." Picquery said. "I presume you still deny any allegiance with Grindelwald?"

"I do." Percival said. He seemed to be turning to stone. Adriana knew this was a bad idea.

"He's lying." Sawyer said.

"Who are you?" Adriana asked sharply. Something about him put her on edge.

"He's one of Madam President's advisors." Percival answered. "He'd be the one that charged me with treason." Adriana nearly charged him then and there. Only Percival's grip on her reminded her that this was not the time.

"You look well." Picquery said. Her expression was odd.

"I am." He said. "Or at least I was until someone came calling." Adriana didn't bother to suppress her snort this time.

"I see." Picquery muttered. "Regardless of your or anyone else's views. Grindelwald has stated he will only speak to you."

"I've heard." Percival said blandly. "Do you know why?"

"Discuss escape plans?" The advisor suggested scathingly.

"We don't know." Picquery corrected. "I think it may be some kind of power play. He's putting himself in charge of his own interrogation."

"You could always let me in there with him." Adriana said. "Mind you I might just kill him. Save a whole lot of bother."

"Unfortunately, Grindelwald is not a lone madman." Picquery said. "He has followers, believers. Not to mention he's inspired a whole generation of fanatics."

"So, he gets a stay of execution?" Adriana asked. She wasn't for the death penalty. But Grindelwald was her exception.

"I will not allow him to become a martyr." Picquery said hotly. Adriana couldn't argue with that. A martyr brought a whole lot more problems.

"If I have to speak with him." Percival started, interrupting the staring match. "Then I'd rather get it done quickly."

"Would you now?" Sawyer said tersely.

"Hush, we must let Mr Graves do as he wishes." Picquery said. "I'll show you to his cell." Percival's hand tensed but Adriana squeezed back, reassuring him. They followed Picquery to a level far lower than the dungeon Percival had been kept it. Behind what looked like vault doors was the most dangerous man alive.

"You wait outside." Sawyer said to Adriana, Newt and Tina.

"I'm sorry what?" Adriana asked coldly. "I don't think so." Percival felt warm that she wasn't willing to let him go in alone. But he had to... he had to. He couldn't let her go in. Or Newt, or even Tina. They were his friends. He'd rather die than let that man, that despicable man, even see them.

"Adriana." Percival began, already letting go of her hand. Adriana gave him an angry look. A look that Percival had only ever seen directed at mere mention of Grindelwald. It was fearsome. Terrifying. Like a waterfall of fury.

"Don't you dare go into that room alone Percival." She growled. He let go of her hand.

"I have to." He voiced. He leaned close to her, so only she could hear. "I can't let him near you." Adriana didn't look willing to relinquish sight of him, or even place any distance between them. But her expression softened, warmed.

"I'll be right outside." She murmured. "But I swear if he so much as looks at you the wrong way that door won't stand much longer." Percival couldn't stop the twitch of his mouth. Really, he shouldn't be smiling in a place like this. But he couldn't help it. He pulled away and stood in front of the doors. Adriana, Newt and Tina took their places by the one-way window. The doors were unlocked by Picquery herself. An empty room with one occupant chained to the only piece of furnishing. A chair. The blonde raised his head. Violet eyes met brown. Percival entered his own personal hell.