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xoxo Leviosa

Leta Lestrange had the ability to make herself invisible. Not in a magical sense, but she was someone that wasn't as remarkable and therefore most people forgot her. She did not know if she felt lucky that Newt had forgotten to give her a task and left her in the suit case or insulted because her long term best friend thought of her last. But she had learned that jealousy was bad, that some things deserved to be rather not said. At least she was now in the team to hunt down Grindelwald, even though in secrecy. Theseus was probably looking for her right now, but there were more important things to do. Firstly, she had to get out of the suitcase and tell Newt and Tina that she would help them. How was she about to do that? Like every witch lady in her century, she knew all spells that could use her when locked somewhere. She would never let herself be kidnapped again. It was easy to open the case, and as she finally went out of it, she fixed her hair, and smiled, as if someone was watching. Technically, someone was watching. Explicitly Newt and Tina. "Leta, why do you have to be so stupid? It's a mistake. Grindelwald will kill you", Newt began to say. But Leta had a plan. And when a Slytherin has a plan, she will do everything to get what she wants. "I've got a plan. Just stay behind me and I will get you to Grindelwald" Being someone with flexible morals was so much more fun if you could use them against someone that was not your friend.

"Credence!", he heard the voice of the men in his ears. "That's not my name!", he shouted in his direction. He hated humans. Everyone thought that they were better than everyone else. Especially this one. "Credence, I don't want to harm you, I am here to help you", Grimmson said. "Shut up, you don't have any right to talk to me like this. Go away", Credence screamed, and around him the windows broke, he didn't realize that he was leading the destruction of this house with his hands. He was able to control it, oh yes he was. And no one would steal his life, no one would kill him, now that he could finally understand. "Goodbye, Mr. Grimmson. May heaven be more forgiving than I am", Credence murmured. He did not know from where the anger inside him came. Probably because Malena was currently almost dying, and he had no patience left. "I knew your aunt, Credence", Grimmson shouted. "The only part of a family I have is my sister. My aunt can go wherever she wants, she probably doesn't care about me, and I won't care about her either" "But Credence. She knows how to cure you", he said, before the stone walls fell on his body and ended his life. Credence realized that he just killed a human. It was his fault. But he had wanted to catch him, had wanted to let him be killed. He had no time to think about what was right and what was wrong. Credence ran to the corner of the broken building, where he had taken her, as he had seen her wound. He did not even know if it was Grimmson. Just someone on the streets, someone Mal had known from the circus, someone that hated them all. Some hater from the streets. Some hater with a gun. "It's okay, Credence. I'll fix it. Somehow... See you later", she whispered. "NO YOU CAN'T JUST DIE RIGHT NOW, I NEED YOU.", Credence screamed. She was slowly, with all the strength she had, transforming into a snake. Credence did not want her to go, he needed her today more than ever. But the giant snake on the floor did not move anymore. Credence heart had never ever been broke before. He had loved Malena and now she was dead. "Nope, not today", someone said. Credence had the strange desire to laugh out loud. "How did you not know that snakes shed their skin?", Malena asked him, as he hugged her. "Not even death can cure me of my curse"

Okay, where do we want to start to look for him?", Queenie asked him. Jacob had no idea. "What if they hid until the right moment? I don't think Dumbledore would just disappear because he wants to, I mean, it's possible, but still", he said his thoughts out loud. It had begun to rain, but Queenie did not move out of the way. "I can't stop thinking about us, Jacob. I don't know why, it's weird. But I am so scared, for you. Have you heard of Grindelwalds no-maj murdering? Some people are trying to get them out of their countries, so they are safe. That's barbaric and I don't want that to happen to you. And I would like to tell you that I could save you when it happens. But I can't and... I... I just can't handle the situation, Jacob. I love you", she whispered. "I love you too, Queenie", he said. He had no idea how this had happened. How his happiness had been destroyed by just one wizard. "What are we gonna do now?", Jacob asked. "I don't know, but I'll... I hope we can find a way somehow", she said. The silver form of a phoenix turned up in the sky, flew rounds looking for something and then stopped in front of Jacob. It began to speak misteriously. It did not make a sound, it just seemed as if its words appeared in Jacobs thoughts. Jacob, it's good to see you. I need your help, come with me. I am Albus Dumbledores patronus. "Don't listen to it.", said Queenie. But Jacob was already following the patronus.

My name is Gellert Grindelwald, he heard in his head. A broken window, Gellert who ruined his carpet. I believe my opinon is important and that everyone else should feel the same way. Thousands of talks in the middle of the night, through their patronus, through letters. You are the strongest person I know, it made it even worse that it was his own voice. Too many memories, it was too much to bear it. Grindelwald cast a patronus, he destroyed his window. You don't know me. Albus had no idea why, but he believed that this were Gellerts memories. If not, he wouldn't have seen Grindelwald talking to Tina Goldstein. He smiled at her, in his graves-looking self and all Dumbledore wanted to do was scream. We are all just desperate people fighting for our future. Just darkness, and then, louder than every time before: I'm sorry. Gellert kissing him, him trying to save Ariana, Gellert writing his letter and again and again scenes of Grindelwald laying under his bed, Albus next to him. I should control it but I can't. Albus tried to shout, tried to get himself out of this dream, tried to do anything, so he did not have to listen. But it did not work. He knew that his heart wouldn't let him forget this and that he would have to see these scenarios again and again in his head. It seemed too unbelievable to him that Grindelwalds last words were true. You make me do this, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Every word hurt him, why he had to be caught in his torture for eternity? His brain told him that Gellert was doing this to hurt him, to make him weak, to get him on his side. But his heart wanted him to believe it. Believe that Grindelwald was hurting too. And Dumbledore knew that he really was hurting. But no matter how hard it teared his former lover apart, it killed him more. Why? Why did he hate himself so much for loving someone who killed so many? Why did he fall in love with a monster? But a second later began the fight again. His heart against his mind. And as every time, his heart won. He's not a monster, and he loves you too, was the opinion of his heart. Wouldn't he give up, if he would really love you? But suddenly someone was standing right in front of him. With his thoughts he had called the person he would least like to see at this moment. "Do you really believe that if I wouldn't love you, you'd still be alive? Do you really believe that I wouldn't love you, I would not directly confront you? Do you think I would want you on my side if I did not feel anything? You have listened to others for too long and did not trust your own eyes. I am not going to let you go, Albus. I am not going to let you destroy yourself just because of your own self doubt. I won't let it control you. You can hate me, but I won't let you hate yourself, because you don't deserve it. You believe in the good in everyone, why do you judge yourself so hard? You deserve to be happy, Albus. Life just tortures you, because it would be unfair for the others if you could be happy all your life. It is the balance of things — to reach your happy end, you have to get through a lot of pain. It is a way to tell you that you deserve it more than anything else. And you do, Albus. Don't let your brain take over, after all you are a Gryffindor. Fortune favors the brave", Gellert Grindelwald whispered into his ear, his hands wrapped around his neck. Albus felt strangely brought back to the time when he had comforted Gellert. And really, it made him feel better.

Was it just Modestys imagination or was there really someone in front of the door, someone who had just knocked? Modesty hated being a curious person, it had brought her in too many dangerous situation, but she couldn't do anything but open the door. One person stood there, in the darkness, and he seemed strange to her. Probably because she had only seen robes in the last three months. People that wore suits were more than weird to her, weird and suspicious. She was not stupid enough to ask who he was, or to even let the stranger in. Modesty loved being a witch sometimes more than she hated to have her abilities. She concentrated for a second and the pictures came sooner than usual. In front of her stood Albus Dumbledore, one of the most talented wizards of his age, Professor in Hogwarts. "You are probably here because of Lally, am I right?", Modesty hesitated for a moment. She had learned that strangers could soon become a problem, in her time with Credence. She shouldn't let him in the castle, but the curiosity in herself won. Stupid intuition, would Mary Lou tell her. If she would not be dead. "Yes, my name is Albus Dumbledore and I teach at Hogwarts. And you must be...", he said, and waited for her to tell him her name. "Eulalie Hicks bodyguard. Yeah, it is really hard for me in these days, because I always get underrated because of my height, but honestly, it is sometimes really helpful to be small. You firstly tell me why you want to see her majesty and then I may consider taking you to her or letting you freeze in the wild like I, as a good bodyguard, should always consider as a plan b", she told him, while she had no idea was she was talking about. In her mind, she tried to look into this Albus Dumbledore. He had a little wall in front of his heart and brain. But Modesty was the most professional child in her business, and it was more than easy to her to look into his memories. The Oldest child in a family with three, both parents died, his sister too. Too much pain, too many things she did not want to see, not because she could not bear it, but, because it did not help to search through hurting memories, they just made everything worse. Someone like Albus Dumbledore would never harm her, he was too scared of his own mind, of his own doubts, of his past. But there was no one in the region of a hundred kilometers who know better how it felt to be haunted than Modesty. No danger would come from this gentleman. "I am sorry, I did not know Eulalie had a bodyguard, but I apologize dearly. I would like to talk with her about... you know, it's complicated", Dumbledore began to stutter. Modesty began to open the door a little more and let him walk in. "You can pass, I don't have the time nor the patience to listen to your tragic love story, I believe Lally can really help you better with it than I can. My name is Modesty, Professor. I was told that I could be anything in this school, in this country, even if I want to be a witch. And if I can be a witch, it won't be a problem for me to act like a bodyguard, will it?", she discussed. A little smile appeared on Albus Dumbledores face. "Nice to meet you, Modesty", he commented, as she was guarding him to Lallys office. Most grown-ups did not mean their words, they were always lying. Modesty had the feeling that Dumbledore belonged in that category too, normally. But something had made him say the truth. And as he was reaching the door of Eulalies office, he turned around again, sadness glanced in his eyes. "You remember me of someone I used to know. Someone who was really important to me, but she died. Her name was Ariana"