Cosmina was oddly quiet as her husband's body was put to rest. Grindelwald, as she had come to know him, stood by her gazing mournfully. It may have not been his hands by which her husband died but it might as well have been him. Despite all that happened yesterday, she felt exceptionally ordinary. Death would do that to you.

She knew her husband was in a better place now, onto the next great adventure, as Grindelwald put it. She believed Grindelwald when he told her that he would have felt no agony, only peace. For now, Grindelwald and his companions were occupying her home on the pretense of being her family, come in a time of need. When her usefulness was finished, she would move on too, she assumed. Perhaps in the grief of her husband's death.

The thought should have terrified her, but it only made her feel one thing : nothing. She had felt true agony, trapped in an instant and eternal all the same. What was a little thing as death to her? Her thoughts were broken as Grindelwald moved back towards the alleyway from which they had come. She walked beside him, looking straight ahead. When he offered her his hand she took it firmly in her grasp. It felt like you were being squeezed through a hole just big enough to let you through and they were back in her home.

The companions of Grindelwald had all gone on separate tasks, given to them by him. Although he referred to them all as his brothers and sisters, it was clear he was the one who led them and they followed. Why? That question bothered her the most, so one quiet evening she decided to ask.

They were having dinner together, in silence. His thoughts about the vision were interrupted by her steely gaze. Grindelwald sighed and then asked, "What is it, friend?"

Cosmina had been determined to speak up today but found herself at a loss of words. There were just too many questions. She decided to ask the most important yet possibly the most offensive question first, "What are you?"

He seemed unimpressed with her question and she ducked her head in slight shame. "I mean, you look human and seem to think and behave like humans but the things that you can do..."

"I am just like anybody else, Cosmina. The things I can do are because I have been granted a great gift. The gift of magic. You know it to be true. You can feel it in your very soul that this is no trick. This is real."

"Somehow, I believe you. What are you hiding from?" she asked. She had thought long and hard about people with such power. What would they seek refuge from? Only more people like them.

Grindelwald chuckled at that, "We are not hiding. There are just some narrow minded people in my community that I would rather avoid. But you are right in your assumption that there could be only one reason for our existence continuing to be hidden. In an age of fear and violence, a great silent war took place between the Wizarding and Non Wizarding world. We were few then, separated and lost. So very lost. The Wizarding World was brought to the brink of annihilation by people who would never feel the true essence of life as we do."

"So you hid, from people like me?" she asked incredulously. "What do you have to fear from us lowly muggles." She had heard the word used among Grindelwald's companions. They used it to describe her as one would an animal.

"Oh dear Cosmina, you don't have to think such things. Muggles are not lesser, but other. They move forward in a world without magic while we stay behind in our comfort zone. Muggles have proven themselves to have a certain penchant for destruction and ironically beautiful creations. It is my dream, of a world where no one, wizards, witches, vampires, werewolves and even muggles have to conceal their true nature. A place where everyone can take their rightful place... In the world."

"If somebody asked me what I wanted, it would be that peace we felt at the end of our lives." she said softly. "Will you kill me, Grindelwald? I want it to be you."

Grindelwald was again staring back into my eyes as he had done that first time. Flashes seemed to rush past her. A vision, that Grindelwald would rise to dominance over the Wizarding World. And inexplicably, she was there with him. It gave her a thrill she never imagined to be possible.

"Perhaps it's time," he said and got up. "I have taken enough advantage of your hospitality."

She tried to rise too but found herself unable to. A flick of his wand and the house started to catch fire. He finally muttered "Protego diabolica"

With that he silently walked out of the house. Soon after so did his companions untouched by the fire. She sat there wondering how it would feel. Being burned alive as the flames came closer and closer. Even though she had asked for it, there was a deep sense of betrayal.

Why was that so? She wondered. She realised with a start that she actually trusted him. Even now, as he left her here to die. She knew deep down that he hadn't wanted to do it. That it was, for the greater good.

Grindelwald watched as the flames consumed the house. He didn't know why they were still here, they should have left but they watched, wanting to remember her sacrifice. And when the dust settled, she was there. As protected as ever. Reborn as a phoenix. Pure and loyal.

AN: Cosmina is probably the most weird character I have written. Her thoughts are inconsistent and incomprehensible almost. As someone who fears death its hard to write someone who accepts it so readily. I'll try to write her more consistently now that the foundation for the main story has been laid.The spell Protego diabolica comes from the Screenplay of Fantastic Beasts Crimes of Grindelwald. It protects anyone who is loyal and trusting of the caster.Please review and tell me what you think of Cosmina.