She looked back at Jacob. His face was a picture of helplessness. 'No, Queenie...'
The blue flames danced in front of her. She took a deep breath and ran through them.
She screamed.
The pain was intense, travelling up her limbs and tearing at her heart. But she crossed the flames and there he was, arm outstretch.
She reached out to take his hand.
Queenie woke up with gasp. Her eyes squinted in the darkness - she was in Newt's spare bedroom. Tina was right there in the next bed, lying on her side with her back facing Queenie.
Slowly, Queenie pushed herself up into a sitting position and leant back against the wall, her pillow damp on her back. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she reached for her wand on the bedside table, where it lay next to an empty glass.
'Aguamenti,' she whispered.
The cool water seemed to soothe her throat, which felt raw and inflamed, as if she'd actually been screaming. She guessed that she hadn't though, because Tina was still asleep. She took another sip and waited for her heart rate to slow down.
Or so she thought.
'Queenie?' Still heavy with sleep, Tina's voice was lower than usual, but still soft and kind.
'I'm sorry I woke you, Teenie, go back to sleep.' Queenie tried to speak quickly, so the words would make it out before her throat closed up, but Tina wasn't fooled. She was out of bed in an instant, nudging Queenie to make room so she could sit beside her.
Queenie didn't look at her sister. 'It's nothing, it was just a dream.'
You don't fool me, Queenie.
'Tell me about it?'
Queenie sighed and finally dared to look up at Tina. The concern beneath her eyes - salamander eyes, as Newt called them - was so intense that Queenie almost had to look away. The shame welled up inside her like a Zouwu. How could she tell Tina about her nightmare? Sweet, kind, fiercely loving Tina who would surely be shocked into despair if she knew her sister might have joined the enemy.
As Queenie hesitated, she saw something else in Tina's mind. Her sister hadn't been blissfully dreaming of Newt, as she'd assumed. Tina had gone back to the amphitheatre too. Just like her own nightmare, Tina had dreamt of Queenie running towards Grindelwald, leaving Tina alone and screaming Queenie's name as she battled the flames with her wand. The dream went on - Leta had died, Theseus had run forwards for revenge and Newt had followed. The Scamander brothers had been killed.
'Oh, Teenie, I didn't know!' Queenie cried, and Tina averted her gaze. Her next thought stabbed another dagger into Queenie's heart. 'That wasn't the first time? Oh, I'm sorry.'
Queenie was crying again, and Tina wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed tightly. 'It's quite all right, Queenie. I wake up and find you next to me, and I'm perfectly fine.'
'You never told me. I never saw it. You tried to hide it.' This last statement carried a mild tone of accusation.
'I didn't want you to see it!' Tina said defensively. 'Besides, I've been talking with Newt. He always makes me feel better,' she admitted.
Queenie almost smiled.
'But I'm no Legilimens. You'll have to tell me about yours.' Tina prodded with the gentlest touch.
'It was...it was the same. I went through the flames. They hurt. And then I wake up. It's always just after I go into the flames.' Her voice shook but Tina understood her anyway.
'Always? More than once?'
Queenie nodded. 'I tried not to wake you.'
Oh, Queenie.
'You're here now. With us. That's what matters.' If only I could make it all better. I never want to lose you. Tina didn't really know what else to say. Instead, she just held onto her sister tighter.