'AARRGH!'

Theseus' yell of frustration was accompanied by his right fist smashing into a lamp post.

'Theseus, calm down, we'll find her,' Newt said, not sounding all that calm himself. They'd been searching for over an hour but found no trace of Leta. Theseus was clearly beginning to lose it; he looked like he was about to Diffindo the lamp post straight out of the ground just so he could smash in on the ground.

Tina had been systematically performing Priori Incantatem on all the wands confiscated at the scene. She looked up, horrified, as her Head Auror kicked angrily at the unfortunate lamp post, ignoring the blood running down from his knuckles. Tina had never seen the level-headed Theseus lose control before - it was quite unnerving.

'Theseus, please. We'll find her,' Newt repeated.

Theseus opened his mouth to scream in frustration again, but his jaw suddenly dropped as his gaze fell to something over Newt's shoulder. Newt and Tina both turned around to look.

A glimmering stallion was galloping across the sky. It slowed to a halt in front of the three of them and dipped its head in greeting.

'It's Queenie's Patronus,' Tina whispered.

The stallion spoke with Queenie's soft, gentle voice. 'I've found Leta. She's at Hogwarts with the Bowtruckles. Come quickly.'

The stallion bowed its head again, then turned and cantered away, disappearing into a stream of silver that slowly faded away.

'Right then, come on,' Newt gestured for Tina and a shocked Theseus to take his hands. They Disapparated.

Both Tina and Newt had trouble keeping up with Theseus as he charged up to the school from Hogsmeade. Eventually, huffing and panting, they crossed the school boundaries. Newt took the lead as they hurried towards the forest.

They found Queenie waiting anxiously at the edge of the trees. 'Thank goodness you're here,' she said. 'Come on, she's this way.' Queenie began to lead them into the darkness of the forest.

As they ducked through the trees, Queenie caught a glimpse Tina's thoughts. 'Don't worry, Teenie,' Queenie said. 'I never did nothing dangerous. Just had a hunch she might be at Hogwarts.'

Fine. But next time you send your Patronus, try not to give me a heart attack.

Queenie didn't respond. She'd caught sight of Theseus' bloody right hand and promptly stopped dead in her tracks. Newt, who had followed close behind, almost knocked her over.

'Theseus, give me your hand.'

Theseus was shifting his weight from foot to foot, impatient to get to Leta. But he looked up and saw Queenie's expression, and decided it would be quicker to do as she said. Queenie took his right hand in her left with the gentlest of touches and waved her wand across it, turning his hand carefully. Then, with a quiet 'ferula', she had dressed it neatly with clean bandages.

'Tina's an Auror, remember? I've had lots of practice patching her up.' She said, in answer to the question both Scamander brothers were asking in their heads.'Anyway, let's keep going.'

They found Leta in the clearing, exactly where she was before. Her eyes were blank and she was watching two Bowtruckles climb across her hands.

'Leta.' Theseus rushed forward and knelt in front of her. The others hung back, wanting to give them some privacy.

Leta didn't meet his gaze. She merely kept moving one hand in front of the other, watching the Bowtruckles walk across her knuckles as if they were on a treadmill.

'Leta, darling, you had me worried sick!' Theseus' voice was soft and gentle, but also surprisingly furious. His voice grew louder. 'I thought Grindelwald had captured you! I had images of you in my head, screaming, being tortured. Merlin, Leta, please, would you look at me!'

Leta finally looked up. Tear tracks glimmered on her cheeks but her eyes were void, emotionless. She moved her left hand backwards and the Bowtruckles scampered away back onto their tree.

'You shouldn't worry, Theseus,' Leta said finally, in a tone as devoid of emotion as her eyes. It was as if she had cried herself out and now she knew no joy and no sadness. She was simply defeated. 'I'm not worth it. You should go home.'

'Leta, please.' Theseus reached for her hands, but she pulled them away. 'Leta, please, don't talk like that. I love you. I can't-' He couldn't go on. His voice caught somewhere in his chest and turned into a sob.'Please, Leta.'

Something flickered beneath Leta's eyes. She reached forward timidly and examined Theseus' injured hand. Her gentle touch was enough to draw more tears from his eyes.

She looked up at him. Seeing Theseus' distress proved too much for Leta. She blinked rapidly a few times, and suddenly the pain and guilt rushed out in one go. 'I'm sorry,' she sobbed as she reached forward to cling to Theseus. 'I'm so sorry.'

Theseus couldn't speak. He held his fiancee as tightly as he could and tried to control his breathing. He needed to be strong. Leta's slight frame was shaking uncontrollably and they were in danger of falling over.

'It's all right,' he managed to choke out. 'It's all right, Leta. It's all right.'