Theseus moved a shaky hand down towards Newt's wound, just wanting to stop the bleeding. Newt's head still leaning against his shoulder.

"Stop!" A voice shouted a warning, causing Theseus to snatch his hand back without a thought. Nicolas Flamel even in his fragile state rushed over, the old man moving with urgency even with his unnatural age.

"Move away!" He then commanded as he loomed closer, but Theseus did no such thing. He just stared at the old man coming towards him, even clutching his brother closer. "I said move!" Nicolas shouted angrily at Theseus, his lack of response infuriating. Once only a couple of steps away, Nicolas flicked his wand, knocking Theseus away from his brother. The old man's wand then swiftly changed target, pointing down at Newt, catching him and lowering his back and head gently to the ground. Fearing for his brother, Theseus scrambled for his wand, his fingers fumbling on the ebony wood. His hand slightly slipping on the regal handle. Without even getting off his knees he pointed his wand, a spell about to leave his lips. But without even looking his way, Nicolas down on his own knees, eyes still on Newt.

"Expelliarmus." He mumbled, pointing his wand carelessly at Theseus, his other hand hovering over Newt's wound. The blue embers scattered throughout the blood and raw flesh still remained. Theseus's wand was snatched from his hand, flying through the air before hitting the ground by Nicolas's side. The bed of grass catching it silently. Theseus clambered to his feet, trying to catch his breath that had been snatched away in fear.

"What are you doing?" He demanded, not making a move on the old man, as his wand was still pointed at him. Even if Nicolas wasn't looking at him, the old man was not to be underestimated.

"This isn't good, this isn't good at all." Nicolas said under his breath, to quite for Theseus to hear. His hand still hovered over the burn.

"Please…" Theseus was struggling to hold back his emotions. "He's my brother." He manged to finish, swallowing nervously.

"He's dying." Nicolas replied bluntly, even turning to make eye contact with him. Theseus took a deep breath, knowing he spoke the truth. He had seen it before. Tears unwillingly trickled down his face, he turned away, using one hand to wipe his eyes. His fingers finally running through his dark ginger hair before he turned back around.

"There must be something we can do." With Nicolas wand finally lowered, he inched forward. Trying to get as close as he can before the old man noticed.

"Come here and do not touch him." He then allowed, knowing Theseus already approached. He was on the other side of Newt in seconds, not laying a hand on him as ordered.

"It's contagious, isn't it?" Theseus asked a question he already knew the answer too.

"You know of this curse?" Nicolas's hand finally moved away from Newt's wound, which still blead profusely. Newt's skin now pale, his eyes remaining closed.

"Those lucky to initially survive Grindelwald's flames…" Theseus look down at is brothers wound, not wanting to watch the blood drain from Newt's face. "Wouldn't last the night." Theseus struggled to not recall the faces of those who had lost their life to the blue flames. in his fight to banish these thoughts Leta's face, her smile and the gleam in her eyes, it consumed his mind. His head hung, biting his lip while breathing deeply through his nose. He looked up at Nicolas, the man's eyes locked on him.

"I can't lose anyone else." Theseus sobbed, his eyes pleading for a miracle. Nicolas showed pity in his stare, he knew the fear of death. He then raised his wand pointing it at Newt's wound.

"I can't promise anything." He honestly told Theseus, not wanting to give false hope. Under his breath Nicolas began to mumble a chant, the end of his wand began to glow bright yellow. Theseus didn't blink, entranced by the inaudible words. Suddenly Newt's breath hitched, his back arching slightly. Theseus head snapped back and forth from his brother and the old man, Nicolas continued to mumble seeming to not take notice of Newt's pain. Newt then cried out, making Theseus blood run cold, his heart jump. His back still arched, the blue embers in his wound seemed to sizzle more aggressively. Nicolas then went silent as well as Newt, his back returning to rest on the grass, the embers in his wound settling.

"What did you do?" Nicolas was about to give him an answer when Tina appeared with Jacob.

"Newt!" They both cried in unison, rushing over in a panic.

"We need to leave, he can be moved now." Nicolas revealed as he put two fingers to Newt's neck. Jacob spotted Newt's case and headed straight for it, taking hold of its handle with great care.

"I've stopped the curse from spreading for now." Nicolas finally replied to Theseus. Theseus almost immediately took Newt's hand in his own, his skin was cold to the touch. "What happened?" Tina asked, one hand hovering over her mouth in shock. She was ignored.

"Here." Nicolas presented Theseus with both his wand and his brothers. He retrieved them with his free hand, the two together so different when compared to each other. Newt's battered and scarred, Theseus's in perfect condition. "Tina, take Jacob back to mine." The man then said before firmly taking hold of Newt and Theseus before apparating, vanishing into the night.

Theseus suddenly found himself in a run-down home, the grey walls peeling, the worn floor boards threatening to splinter. Through lamp light he watched dust swirl in panic, having been so abruptly disturbed.

"Help me get him up." Nicolas urged, already having his arms under Newt's shoulders attempting to lift him up onto the padded lounger. Theseus dropped the wands he held and quickly assisted, lifting Newt up with the man before resting him down on the chair. "Get his coat, jacket and waistcoat off." Nicolas then ordered, turning and heading towards his alchemy equipment. The tables full of bottles of liquids, herbs and beakers. Sitting Newt up Theseus pulled his dull blue coat off him as well as his grey jacket, proceeding to unbutton his burnt orange blood covered waistcoat and removing it. He lay Newt back as comfortably as he could, the extent of the blood stains on his white shirt now fully clear. Tina and Jacob appeared with a thud, Jacob shook his head trying to get rid of the nauseas feeling in his stomach.

"Move!" Nicolas shouted from behind them, the two moved aside with haste. He held a mortar and pestle, a bowl and small club-shaped blunt object made of stone. With the pestle he grinded herbs he had gathered together in the bowl, turning them into a fine powder.

"What happened to that man and girl who were at the graveyard?" Theseus asked, referring to Yusuf and Credence's companion.

"Gone, I don't know where." Tina answered, struggling to find her words, Newt's condition extremely upsetting for her. Scared to be without a man she was sure she had convinced herself she was over, a man she had assured herself she could be without.

"Hold him down." Nicolas kneeled by Newt, his shirt had been burned away around the wound, the wound that sat just under his ribs. One of his suspenders even being burnt through, leaving the thin strip of fabric dangling off his shoulder.

"What why?" Theseus questioned confused, his hand still around his brothers. Tina and Jacob stood at the side watching on, Jacob still taking care with Newt's case, refusing to put it down.

"Because he's not going to like this very much." Nicolas stopped grinding the herbs. "Cross his arms against his chest and hold him down." Theseus did as he was told, for his brother he would do anything. The old man looked to him, asking without words if he was ready. He gave small nod in reply, preparing himself for whatever was about to happen. Nicolas wasted no time and began pouring the powder he had just made onto Newt's wound. As he predicted Newt groaned in pain, his body spasming, trying to get away from what was causing him agony. With his eyes still closed Newt battled to get free of his brother's grip, his head digging as far back into the chair as it could. With the powder covering the wound the old man quickly swished his wand in its direction, Newt's body eased, calm washing over his muscles. His breathing however seemed restricted, his lungs struggling to hold deep breaths. Everyone watched as the powder sunk into the burn, the blue embers within being snuffed out. Nicolas breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a start." He tried to sound positive, the odds stacked against them all.

Authors Notes

Hello all, thanks to those who reviewed loved hearing from you, hope this chapter is a good as the last or maybe even better. See you soon