Newt found himself in the graveyard, letting the silence whistle around him. The night having hold of the sky, the moon haven driven the sun away for now. He remembered flames, blue flames born of anger. In the rays of moonlight, not a single blue ember could be seen. His friends suddenly came to mind, Tina, Jacob, even his brother. Newt then recalled the loss of Credence and Queenie, as if a stab to the heart, the sting as painful as the first time. Newt turned slowly on the spot, not understanding what was going on. The last thing he could remember was electric blue flames coming straight at him, the roar of fire filling his ears. Now there was silence, now he was alone.

"Mr Scamander." The voice sent a chill down his spine, his blood running cold at the silver tonged words. Newt spun round, his hand going for his wand, a wand that wasn't there. He stared at Grindelwald like a deer in headlights, just waiting to be hit. However, he was never struck, a flash of green never glinted in his eyes. Grindelwald stood there, examining Newt's wand, his eyes taking in every small detail.

"They say you can tell a lot about a witch or wizard from their wand." Grindelwald tapped his hand with Newt's wand, still not having laid an eye on him. "Whether it's made of chestnut or possibly ash wood." Grindelwald squinted and tilted his head, trying to decipher Newt's wand. "But we both know there are better ways to find out a wizard's secrets." Newt couldn't move as he watched Grindelwald raise his own wand against him.

"Crucio!" From Newt's own wand the curse was cast, his knees crumbled beneath him in pain. He couldn't even cry out, his mind scrambled, his voice trapped. Molten lava flowed through his veins, his heart beating out his chest.

"What do you want?" Newt managed to say through gritted teeth, his breathing laboured.

"To gloat Mr Scamander." Grindelwald smiled, holding backing a chuckle. He then lowered Newt's wand, the relief overwhelming. His body which was once rigged and stiff, was now weak his muscles having turned to dust. "This game Dumbledore has you playing, was lost from the beginning."

"Your wrong." Newt wheezed, a pain on his side manifesting. Grindelwald couldn't help but laugh.

"Is that so." His words were cold, his stare deadly. He still clutched Newt's wand in his murderous hand. "I'll let you hope a little longer Mr Scamander." Newt still on his hands and knees suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to close his eyes, a burning erupting in his side like nothing he had ever felt before. Newt's wand was tossed carelessly to the ground by him, Grunewald's next words seemed to echo.

"A little advice Mr Scamander." Newt's eyes closed, he felt his chest and cheek hit the floor. "it might be beneficial if you master occlumency."

Theseus watched his brother, every time his breathing hitched or paused his heart would drop into his stomach. Never had he felt so much fear, not even in the war did he feel this helpless this scared. Newt's body twitched, sweat covered his form. Theseus dabbed a wet cloth to Newt's forehead, in an attempt to comfort or ease his brother in anyway. He knew they have their differences, ever since they were young. However, Newt was his younger brother, they are family and he would never forget or look past that.

"Sit him up would you." Nicolaus asked from behind, surprising Theseus slightly, not having heard the old man shuffle over with a cup of water in hand. Putting an arm behind Newt's shoulders, Theseus pulled Newt up, leaning him against himself as Nicolaus encouraged Newt to drink.

"I'm not going to lie to you." Nicolaus began as Theseus lowered Newt back against the lounger. "It's not likely that he will survive till the morning." The words were like pins being dug under his nails, like hearing chalk being scrapped against a board. He sat in silence the words repeating over and over again in his head. Tina and Jacob stood listening from the other room, the idea of Newt being taken by death paralysing them.

"But there's a chance?" Theseus calmly asked.

"Yes but…" Nicolaus was cut off via Newt's desperate gasps for breath. Tina and Jacob went to rush over when a firm hand waved their way telling them to stay back, again they obeyed no matter how much they hurt. Tina couldn't watch no more, turning and hugging Jacob. Before Nicolaus could even ask Theseus was already holding Newt as still as he could. Nicolaus undid Newt's bowtie, unbuttoning his shirt halfway. He pressed an ear to Newt's chest, his lungs within screaming for air, there cries going unanswered as Newt gasped.

"He's got air in his chest, it's collapsing his right lung." Nicolaus informed as he ran off, returning with a small black leather bag. From the bag he retrieved which as first appeared to be a small empty syringe, before wiping an area clean on the right side of Newt's chest and plunging the needle in deep. Nicolaus pulled the plunger from the small plastic tube and Newt finally started to inhale. Air finally reaching his lungs. With Newt's breathing normalizing Theseus sat back on the floor, holding his head in his hands.

"He's alright, for now." Nicolaus had two fingers to Newt's neck, checking the young man's pulse. Theseus looked up, taking Newt's hand in his own before resting his head on their hands instead. He wasn't going to let his brother go anywhere, he couldn't let him go anywhere.

The night seemed to never end, the moon refusing to leave the sky. Theseus sat on the worn wooden floor in the dim yellow light. Jacob sat in a chair in the corner of the room, staring out the window, all he could see was Queenie walking away from him. Her leaving him, leaving her friends, her own sister. All because she wanted to be with him, she wanted to be able to marry him. Jacob wiped his eyes before any tears could fall. Tina got up from her chair, approaching Theseus whose head was still resting against his and Newt's hand. She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder to alert him to her presence, he slowly sat up, looking up at her with red tired eyes.

"How about you try and get some rest, I'll watch him and wake you if anything changes." Tina offered, her act's slightly selfish, wanting badly to keep herself busy for her mind not to wonder to her sister.

"No, I'm fine." Theseus shook his head breathing deeply through his stuffy nose, the silent crying he had been doing now noticed. "I can't leave him… He's all I've got left." His words hit deep, too relatable to her and Queenie. They once only had each other, they looked out for each other, they cared for each other. Now she was gone, just like that. She had watched her walk through the flames into Grindelwald's open arms and she had felt a piece of her die, now all she could do was worry and just beg her sister will come to her senses before it's too late. Tina sat back down, her plan to avoid her thoughts having failed. She found herself thinking what Queenie would do if she knew of Newt's condition? Did she mean for anything of this to happen? Would she really stand by Grindelwald's side if Newt died? If she learned of Leta's death by the hands of Grindelwald himself? Tina just couldn't understand.

"Tina." The sound of her name pulling her out of the pit in her mind. Nicolaus stood in front of her, a cup of tea in a shaky hand offering it out to her.

"Thank you" She forced a smile, taking the cup from him.

"You should take some of your own advice and get some rest." Nicolaus told her with a caring warming smile. As if her mind suddenly realised how exhausted she really was, her eyes begged to close, her mind to have rest.

"I don't want to leave Theseus alone" She honestly replied, however she feared what her dreams would hold.

"He's not alone." Nicolaus smiled. "Your all still here are you not?" Tina looked over to Jacob who was fast sleep, mouth open.

"Your right, rest would be good." Her gaze quickly switched to Theseus his head still on his and Newt's hand.

Nicolaus tidied up the last few bits on his work table, putting his herbs and powders back in the original order. He looked over to his guests in the living space, all seeming to be asleep. He took the chance to go to his safe, opening it revealing the red glowing stone his life relied on. It pained Nicolaus to know he had lived far too long and will continue to live on with the aid of the stone, whereas Newt was on the verge of death. There was nothing the stone could do for him, the stone only prolonging life, not able to save one. He took a vial, one of many from the safe. He downed the red liquid within, closing the safe up as soon as he was done, wanting to keep his secret hidden. Nicolaus took one last look over at his guests, their troubles seeming to become his.

Authors Notes

Hello all sorry for the delay of the chapter, just don't want to rush anything :P Hope it was worth the wait, Reviews have been really helpful and inspire me. See you soon.