#hi baby gellert <3

[gellertalbus]

requested by anon -> Jamie Campbell Bower as Anthony Hope in Sweeney Todd (2007)

#anthony hope #sweeney todd #johannaaaa🎶 #jamie campbell bower #sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street #tim burton #hi baby gellert <3 #gellert grindelwald #henry creel #001 #vecna #caius #jace herondale #jamie bower

[antonvogel]

words for the sentence prompt: baby, water, grasp, snow

it took a bit to find, but here is one from Gellert's point of view, set in the beginning of the 40s, after introducing Hagrid to Albus <3 Baby Hagrid quickly imprints on Albus too, almost like an abandoned baby animal in his devotion to the other man, almost unintelligible in his constant rambles about his interests and his past, and Albus, at least, seemed to have an easy time understanding him.   

Snow (from a vogel-is-a-pathetic-creep-lusting-after-albus-wip) Years and years ago, back in Paris where they met, Dumbledore had been waifish. With his long, thin arms and with eyes that looked too large for his face and his limbs shivering even in the warmest of rooms, Anton had thought he reminded him of the stray cat he took in as a child, one that had been left outside by his neighbours to die in the snow.   

[ggadtomarry]

Aus in which Tom Riddle is saved.

Albus is given a second chance to live his life, to be able to be with Gellert.

The catch? If he wants to prevent Gellert's fall in darkness, he also has to save Tom.

So married Grindeldore adopting baby Tom and his unique psychological needs.

The 3 greatest wizards in centuries in the same family.

#gellert grindelwald #grindeldore #ggad #tom riddle #albus dumbledore

[fluerlaurent]

the current line up for the dragons for our main valyrian descent cast!! ( Finally finished this after being in my notes for so long (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) )

( Spoiler!! ) Lilith will be the one raising these dragons before they were claimed on a remote island that's surrounded by a few volcanoes (a whole continent size really) gifted to her by Poseidon when he found out his unborn child is of valyrian descent that was given the ownership of the hatchlings by her mother & great-grandfather (lily & gellert) when lily was still preggie with her ritual baby!! 🫣🫢

(my little dragon is so spoiled and so loved already even when she wasn't even born yet 🥹🫶)

link for my fic!<3

#fem harry potter #qrīdronnor #crossover #harry potter fic #hotd fanfic #got fic

[007srpblog]

Things The Mun Yells At Her Sims While Playing Sims 4

Note:She uses both Le Chiffre’s alias and his real name Jean Duran in her gameplay. “Double O Behave, James Bond!”-At her Sim of me. “Nice one 007, you knocked up Le Chiffre!”-When her Sim of me impregnated her Sim of Le Chiffre.” “What the hell are you doing, Daniel Craig?!”-At her Sim of Daniel Craig. “What the hell was that, Pierce Brosnan?!”-At her Sim of Pierce Brosnan. “Peepaw, what are you doing?!”-At one of her many Mads Mikkelsen Sims “No dark magic business, Grindelwald!”-At one of her 3 played Gellert Grindelwald Sims “Albus Dumbledore’s having a baby with Gellert Grindelwald!”-During the Grindeldore MPregs that happen in her game. “Nice baby bump, Dr. Lecter.”-At her pregnant Sim of Hannibal Lecter. “Nice move, Grindeldumb!”-When her Sims of Gellert Grindelwald do stupid things. “Stupid move, Dumbledork!”-When her Sims of Albus Dumbledore do equally stupid things.

[dumbledore-and-grindelwald]

Hi! I might've missed something while watching SoD, but - was it explained why Gellert told Credence that "his BROTHER seeks to destroy him"? Did he lie to Credence on purpose or was he convinced that the boy is Albus' brother? And if yes, what made him think so?

It's never explained. Let's break down the possibilities:

Gellert uses the word 'brother' metaphorically (since he constantly calls 'brothers and sisters' his fellow witches and wizards) and actually refers to the family connection only with the phrase 'your own flesh and blood'. I've heard this theory and I don't believe for a second that this was the intent in the writing, but I can roll with it just because it makes looking the other way easy.

The reason I don't believe in this theory is that Credence genuinely believed he was the Dumbledores' brother.

This is what Credence has drawn on the wall of his room.  On the left of Albus’ name it says ‘Aurelius Dumbledore’ with quesion marks above it, showing that Credence assumed indeed that he was Albus' brother. SoD doesn't retcon that. But then it was erased and Credence wrote the word ‘son’ 3 times below Aberforth’s name and circled the last one.

I'd also like to note that I don't believe Credence was always meant to be Aberforth's sone. In CoG's extras Hayman mentioned specifically that Credence is Albus' brother, which he could have avoided if the production team knew that this information was a decoy.

Now, about the potential excuses for Gellert's claim:

-Gellert is a liar and a manipulator. He wanted to turn Credence against Albus; not against Aberforth. By telling Credence he was Albus' brother and that Albus wants to destroy him, he uses the provable fact that he is a Dumbledore, twisting it in the way that will cause maximum anger. It's much easier to make excuses when you realise that you were taken away but when he had you your father was a 15-year-old boy in a terrible situation.

-Another solid possibility is that Gellert didn't know. In the first movie Gellert did not know Credence was a Dumbledore. He knew he was searching for an obscurial but he didn't even know the age of the person he was searching for. Credence was legal but Gellert had assumed he was searching for a child. The vision that had lead him was vague. But his visions evolve. He has more. The information he has shift. At some point during CoG he probably saw that Credence was a Dumbledore. That doesn't mean he knew the specific connection. Chances are that when he revealed Credence's identity he created a working theory with the information he had. SoD was supposed to start with a scene (which had been teased as 'beautiful') revealing secrets of the Dumbledore family and we KNOW that there's a deleted scene of Gellert in Credence's room with the wall shown above behind him.

There is the possibility that Credence found his exact connection to Aberforth through years of research or that Gellert's intell through his visions evolved and he told Credence that he was Aberforth's son. Either way, it's clear they have discussed this. It makes sense if one thinks that Queenie sees in Credence's mind that Gellert told him he was a 'dirty secret'. The wording makes more sense for an abandoned son than it does for a brother. My speculation is that, no matter how Credence learned about his connection to Aberforth, Gellert blamed Credence's abandonment to Albus because HE was the adult of the family and therefore it was easy to paint him as the cruel head of the family who chose to send away his brother's son over risking the family's reputation and having to hold himself back to be the carer of a teen brother and a baby.

#credence barenone #gellert grindleward #aurelius dumbledore #albus dumbledore #fantastic beasts #the secrets of dumbledore #aberforth dumbledore #fb meta #sod meta #sod speculation #asks

[carewyncromwell]

🖊️for Jackson, Bat and Carey-bear?<3

🖊 Jackson Knightly

While he was Minister, Jackson received more than a few written and verbal threats. Some of them were from people who hated his stance against wizards getting involved in World War I, but the more dangerous ones came about after he spoke candidly in a press conference about his concerns regarding Grindelwald's "greater good" philosophy. Jackson had started keeping tabs on Gellert Grindelwald ever since he'd caught wind that he may have stolen a priceless and powerful wand from renown wandmaker and casual friend, Mykew Gregorovitch, and Grindelwald's delusions of grandeur did not sit well with Jackson, who greatly distrusted and disavowed the thought process that wizards should come out of hiding so that they could use their power to "rule over" the Muggles. In the press conference in question, Jackson asserted that --

"I was kidnapped by a Muggle at the age of nine -- taken from my mother across the sea and forced to work under that man for years like an indentured servant, with my magic being treated as a commodity that could line that man's pockets. It was a Witch that found me, and 'twere Wizards that saved me from that life that was my prison. I, perhaps more than most, have more than enough reason to hate Mugglekind, for what that one Muggle did to me. And yet I do not -- for that man who stole me was also the man who I was named for. The man who sired me. And as much as I despise the man and am grateful beyond words that he no longer knows my face, if he is still living...I have not forgotten where I come from, nor have I forgotten the many, many Muggles who were taken advantage of, just as I was, by my Muggle father's vindictive cons. And I see this same vindictive con being played out by the man called Gellert Grindelwald -- playing to Wizardkind's vulnerable emotions, in order to advance himself. We are not victims in hiding -- the Statute of Secrecy was a choice our Kind made, centuries ago, of our own free will. If one means to debate the efficacy of the Statute, so be it -- but I abhor the thought that Grindelwald means to rip it and our entire way of life down wholesale, while preaching about freedom."

Jackson received a total of thirty threatening Howlers and several poisoned or cursed packages over that next month. It was something that greatly troubled his husband Monty @cursebreakerfarrier, however proud he was of Jackson for standing up to Grindelwald's growing influence.

🖊 Bartholomew "Bat" Varney / Robert Harker

Upon learning his wife Loretta was pregnant, Robert (later called "Bat") exchanged several letters with her about what names would be suitable. Although Loretta suggested naming the baby after her husband if it were a boy and the baby's paternal grandmother if it were a girl, Robert was opposed to the idea -- his own father, Jonny Harker, had been the third "Jonathan" in his family, and he'd actively broken that tradition when naming Robert, and Robert wanted to do the same, so that their child never had to feel like they were in anyone's shadow. So the two names the couple decided on were Benedict (meaning "blessed") and Irene (meaning "peace"). The second ended up winning out when Loretta gave birth to a beautiful dark-haired daughter, who would go on to attend Hogwarts, have a successful career at the Ministry, and marry into the Abbott family.

🖊 Carewyn Cromwell

Although Carewyn's most common nickname becomes "Carey" amongst her friends and Jacob of course nearly always calls her "Pip" or "Pippa," Carewyn's first nickname -- given to her by her mother -- was Winnie. "Winnie" as a name had special emotional significance for Lane, since her first pet (co-owned with her best friend, Judy Castine, while at Hogwarts) was a yellow tabby cat named Winnie, after the popular Muggle children's book teddy bear, Winnie the Pooh. Even Judy frequently refers to Jacob and Carewyn by Lane's nicknames for them, "Jay" and "Winnie," in her correspondence with Lane. After the Cromwell Clan takes an active interest in recruiting Jacob and Carewyn to R, Lane's siblings end up taking on the "Winnie" nickname for Carewyn as well, most notably Carewyn's uncle Blaise, who becomes attached to the point of possessiveness to his niece and nephew, the same way he is toward his son, Tristan. Carewyn greatly detests whenever her aunts Pearl and Claire or especially her uncle Blaise use her mother's nickname for her, thinking (pretty justifiably) that they have no right to act so familiar with her.

Send me a “🖊+an OC,“ and I will talk about that OC!

#oc ask #jackson knightly #about jackson #bartholomew varney #about bartholomew #carewyn cromwell #about carewyn #lane cromwell #blaise cromwell #montelimar bloom #loretta harker

[jazz-keeps-the-sadzz-away]

prompt:  Albus Dumbledore was an infertile omega, and therefore useless to his mate and society. He was disowned all but in papers by his family and his mate, Gellert Grindelwald, divorced him and threw him away because he needed heirs to be the perfect Minister. "For the greater of good, my dear," he had murmured.

 Albus was terrified and angry at first, horrified that it didn't matter if he was a good person or if he was magically talented, was the Headmaster to Hogwarts and had a bigger role than to be a mother, then he felt self loathing, for not being able to bear wonderful children, children he so desperately wanted to have - to have his and Gellert's faces. 

 Then he gave up. 

 ()()()

 "M-mo..mommy?" 

 Albus smiled lovingly, cupping the ice cold cheeks of the child in his arms, "Yes, baby," he crooned. "It's mummy." 

 The boy's death green eyes flickered around his face, before the little boy smiled, confused but pleased with such a comforting face. "Mommy," he repeated, stronger. 

 Albus stroked through black hair, "Yes, yes that's it, my boy." 

 Around him, tanks whirred softly, clear tubes carrying a vicious neon green liquid, the sloshes in solid tanks followed by soft human groans of pain, not seen, perhaps mercifully. Albus kissed a wet forehead, mindful of the men in lab coats all around him whispering in amazement, in glee. It had finally succeeded - again. 

The child in his arms twitched - full of beautiful, beautiful life - and Albus smiled down at him adoringly.

 "Do you want to meet your older brother, my dear Harry?" 

 ()()() 

 Albus had given up having children of his own. 

 Didn't mean he couldn't turn to dark magic and science.

()()() okay so like this is another batshit crazy au but i was just - yknow,,,i just wanted an au where albus is somewhat likable and added it to my Tastes of dark gore lMAO im this au, as you know, albus is infertile, so he basically teams up with some nazi doctors (with his own ulterior motives, of course, and he kills all of them after he gets what he wants) and combines Dark Magic and the Philosophers Stone to make his children. he did this by stealing the dead bodies of children (yikes, but this man is Committed). it succeeds on a boy who died from the blitz, who had been a muggleborn, to which his magical core grabbed onto the dark magic and brought him back to life. the boy's eyes turned from blue to red with the experiment, and he was considered a failure to the scientists because the boy expressed no emotions, but albus loved him anyway, and found that while the boy had trouble expressing emotions, he still had them, and it shows for his tenderness with his "mommy". he will curl up against albus and nuzzle him and do anything albus wants (this includes terrifying things albus makes him do but i guess theyre not real children so go off i guess). his name is tom. the second was on a jewish boy who also died caught in the crossfire, and the boys already green eyes only began to glow. this boy has the ability to freely express emotions, and not only that, but had past memories of his life before unlike tom. albus slowly makes the boy love him anyway, and soon enough harry considers him "mommy" too. his name is harry. this is an au i had no business making but its 3:34 am and i have nothing to say for myself other than at least in this au dumbledore doesnt traumatize tom and harry hahaha

#harry potter au #harry potter #tom riddle #albus dumbledore

[uthseikoashx-inflamedme]

How can everyone find their true-love and still be in love after years in HP? (”magic-soulmates” theory and conservative society)

(I do apologize for the mistakes! I did my best and have been help by websites and things like that, but I’m afraid I’m still not a native speaker. I hope it’s not that bad though. Sorry again!) (when I started writing this I thought “it’s going to be short, I’m gonna explain things quickly”, and well, nope)

Isn’t it curious that a lot of character in Harry Potter meet his true love at school, marry to them, and love them until the very end?

Just a quick list: Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione, Lily and James, Molly and Arthur, Frank and Alice, Neville and Hannah Abbot, James’ parents, Remus’ parents, the Malfoys, the Crouchs... It’s definitely a lot of people who are in love for ever (and I’m sure I’ve forgotten some couples, like Newt and Tina or Luna and Rolf, even if they didn’t meet at school?).

Plus, there are other characters which had a “true love”, and despite the fact they are not (anymore) together, they still love this same person - and they never have been able to move on. Minerva McGo fell for a muggle who died, Severus Snape was obsessed with Lily until his very end - literally -, Albus Dumbledore met Gellert Grindelwald at 17 (or 18) and loved him during decades despite everything his charismatic murderous ex-boyfriend accomplished (and Albus was probably Gellert’s true love), etc.

But in real life, most of the people don’t marry to their school crush and most importantly, don’t love them deeply and unconditionally during decades (or I think so at least). So, why isn’t it working the same in the wizarding world?

Well, it could be because JKR didn’t want to include divorce and wanted to present a (quite unrealistic) model of relationships (and Harry Potter was intially a book for kids, so ok); but couldn’t we find a real reason?

So here are several theories, to fix this... inconsistency?

Again, it’s theories, so there are probably questionable points and things like that. Feel free to say what you think of it!

1. Magic “soulmates”

This one is my favourite, and it’s probably - to my opinion! - the most believable, the most convincing, at least the one with the most potential. (it’s not perfect at all though)

Muggles and wizards/witches aren’t the same human beings. It’s a fact: there are diseases which affects only magic people (the Dragon pox?), magic people live way longer than muggles (Bathilda was older than Dumbledore, who was born in 1881 and died in 1997; Gellert, Elphias and Muriel were still alive in 1998...). Magic seems to have an impact on the body, on the constitution (*).

The assumption is: what if the magic through the body of every wizard or witch was able to... “recognize” or “match” with the perfect person? Because of something muggles don’t have, magic people are able to truly bind themselves with a... soulmate, something like that?

It might be plausible (maybe believable), I have several arguments.

Firstly, magic people are able to feel the surrounding magic - like forces, something immaterial but which has a strong influence. Albus is able to feel the marks of Riddle’s spells in the cave (and I’m strongly convinced that his magic and Gellert’s were... connected, that they were capable to feel and recognize each other magic, because both of them were bloody brilliant, but it’s not the subject). We can perhaps also talk about how Newt was able to detect the prints of magical creatures and Tina after they left the streets, in FBCOG. It shows that magic is everywhere, and it has a strong influence on the physical world.

Secondly, we have proofs that magic is far more complex than spells and things like that: Unbreakable Vows or Fidelius Charms imply magic contracts that we don’t understand, students can study things like Arithmancy or Divination, which are subtle arts... But the greatest example of it is certainly Lily’s protection. Magic is complex.

Thirdly, we can suppose that every witch or wizard has a very personal magic - a reflection, a part of their personality, of their soul (which exist in Harry Potter). Maybe souls are entirely a magic thing, after all (it’s quite sad for muggles though): I mean that each soul is perhaps the magic energy of a witch or a wizard, the source of their power (but again it’s not entirely the subject here). So each magic, each soul, is able to “scan” other’s soul - other’s magic - and find a perfect match: after all, magic is soul, and consequently, it’s the most intimate part of someone’s personality. And then, people fall in love (because magic and personality match).

I really do appreciate this theory, because I fairly like complex and mysterious magic systems and things like that in HP (that’s why Albus’ and Gellert’s interactions and relation can be utterly interesting btw). Plus, it actually explains why someone is truly in love with the same person for ages.

But, what about wizards or witches which fell in love with muggles - Remus’ dad, Queenie Goldstein, etc? If their partner isn’t a person with a magical soul and stuff, how can they be truly in love and all?

Yes, indeed, it exists; however, we can... fix that.

On one hand, maybe soul and magic are separated, souls have their own energy, and wizard’s or witch’s magic acts to tie the two souls despite the absence of magic through muggle’s bodies. Plus, muggles are affected by magic (we can cast spells on them, but most importantly they also feel subtle magic things, like Dudley with the Dementors (even if we can argue here that the chill we feel when there is a Dementor is something physical and not magic)).

On the order hand, in the muggle world, there is people which are truly in love without magic: so perhaps it is not a question of magic here, they are just... in love. (I hope I’m clear?)

2. Conservative society and appearances

Nevertheless, is it possible that those perfect couples... aren’t absolutely truly in love with each other? So, why didn’t just they broke up?

Perhaps the witchcraft society (can we name it like that?) is actually quite conservative, and not quite open-minded about divorces. Several things we learn in the books support this idea.

First of all, most of the married couples we know promised themselves to each other rather young (Lily and James, Molly and Arthur, Bill and Fleur, Alice and Frank...). I don’t know if it’s because I’m French and I live during the 21st century, but I don’t know a lot of people who chose to marrying before 25 (in fact, I know no one which is younger than 70 today). What if serious relationships in the wizarding world were truly accepted only after a marriage? Almost every person with children is married (the exceptions are Dean’s mother (but she’s a muggle), Bellatrix (she's married but not with the man she had a baby with (****), but it’s in HPCC and honestly, how could this happen), and... I think that’s all?). Marriage is maybe a big deal, an unforgettable and necessary stage in a wizard’s of witch’s life who wants to be recognized as a person in a relationship with legitimate kids.

(to be honest here, they could marry early just because of the war, the fear and all, like Molly said it in HBP (if I remember right); but people of Harry’s gen also married, and Molly complained because Bill is marrying (according her) to the wrong woman, too young, as the overprotective mother she is. We can keep that on mind though. Anyway, back to the point.)

Next, it appears that pure-blood families and traditions are still influential during HP books - racism and how it is not punished (like it’s ok to casually say “mudblood”? we never see people except outsiders or very brave people protest against it? there isn't any law who punishes it?), the representation of pure-blood in the Ministry, the capital owned by some of them (**), ect. And we all know how the purity of the blood is important in those families. What if marriage was initially organized and crucial in the upper classes (pure-blood families) to keep their blood pure, and because they rule the society, they imposed this social convention decades - maybe even centuries - ago? That’s why marriage could be that important. (***)

Finally, there might be so many couples which seem in love... just because they act like they truly were, they accepted they must love the people they were binded with, despite the passing years? Divorce might consequently not an option.

(Also, what if marriages contracts were actually a way to... “create” and assure the love between the two persons? It’s much sadder than the soulmates’ theory, because we can think that the love between two people is artificial, even if it exists originally. I do not like this idea)

This theory (marriage-creating-love excluded) doesn’t exclude the first one though, so why not?

3. Destiny and things like that

We know there are prophecies, destiny and things like that in HP - we know it for sure, with Trelawney’s predictions (even with Grindelwald now). What if there is actually a destiny for everyone, a personal path for everyone, which everyone follow, and which allows to meet a perfect person to be together with?

I don’t have elements to prove this point, and actually, I’m not quite convinced - but it’s possible. However, are really all the characters dominate by a destiny they have to fulfil? Like yeah, Harry is concerned by a prophecy, but 1) it could have been Neville, 2) there is not so many prophecies we know and it’s almost every time about Harry or Voldy.

Plus, it can be seen as... an absence of freedom, and without freedom, how can someone choose how to build himself, how to act ethically, etc? (I know some philosophers said destiny doesn’t exclude freedom and all) My point is that a world entirely conduct by a destiny/future already written (so which also determine true love’s people) is a bit out of HP system and narrative: Harry has to do choices to follow the path of the good, it’s crucial through the books and a lot of characters are determined by their ethic choices (Albus, Draco or Severus in particular?) (I’m trying my best to be understandable)

(all in all, I’m not fan of this theory)

4. There isn’t any “true love”, we only have this impression because of Harry’s pov: arguments and counter-arguments

Here are counter-arguments to the idea of “true love” in Harry Potter. Indeed, our analysis can be biased by Harry’s pov and by the people he chose to be friend with.

Many of true-love-couples are Harry’s friends (or persons he likes). We can think that he likes people with the same opinion on love and relationships; consequently, his friends and the surrounding adults marry because they all like this way of life.

What I want to say here, is that there is probably many persons who haven’t found their truelove, but we don’t met them, or we ignore them: what about Moody, what about Sirius, what about Peter, what about Kingsley, what about all the teenagers who aren’t with the love of their life before 20? We know countless characters, most of them didn’t seem to be together with their soulmate or something like that.

Plus, perhaps we think everybody can find their true love because we just see perfects couples and not messed up couples - because of Harry’s pov. (I swear I’m actually trying to be as clear as possible)

Nevertheless:

single persons can be aro/ace persons;

singles can choose to not be in a relationship, even if they found their perfect match: Moody, Sirius and all have a quite particular story and had suffered from losses, war, injuries - what if Moody lost the person he loved during the war? what if Sirius didn’t want to hurt the person he loved by his eventual death, when he was James’ and Lily’s Secret-Keeper? (it also work if his “true love” is Remus actually);

several persons could have chosen to ignore their feelings, for a reason or another. It could be because of a bad timing, like the war, as we already mentionned it; but also because of personnal reasons (family, denial...); or even social ones: all of the pure-blood don’t have the bravery of a young Andromeda Black on one hand, and the other hand, homosexual relationships don’t seem to be quite accepted in canon - the only two man that we know for sure were involved in a relationship, Albus and Gellert, kept it secret. (***)

actually, there are probably a lot of people who are in a relationship, but we don’t know it (who knows, for example, if Stan has a gf/bf?). Again, Harry’s pov isn’t an omniscient pov; and forgettable characters’ private life is generally not quite important throughout Harry’s epic adventures;

we still can’t deny there is way more married and happy couples (so people who are together with the same person a very long time) in the wizarding world than in the muggle world. Even if there are exceptions and if we know single persons, we still have the same problem: people are able to find their true love very young and stays with the same person the rest of their lives, pleased - even entirely blooming.

We can yet argue that nobody talk about a “soulmate bond” and something like that through HP stories. If there was actually a true-magic-allowed-love, witches and wizards should know it, right?

However, a magic link as complex, subtle, imperceptible, cryptic, primitive, puzzling as true-love-magic-bond could be far from easy to be analysed and understood by any enchanter of sorceress. It will be like... quantum mechanics or things like that. We might need brilliant people who work on it during their whole life and who are helped by complicate and modern instruments, impenetrable knowledge, etc. And we know that:

there is less magic people than muggles (seriously, I once tried to estimate how many wizards and witches lived in Great Britain and... so little), so there is consequently fewer people who have the abilities and the will to research things like "true-love-magic-link”;

a lot of muggles discoveries had been done during the 20th century, despite the war... however, wizards had to deal with muggle’s wars, wizardkind’s wars (hi Grindelwald and Voldemort), while maintaining the International Statue of Wizarding Secrecy, and it’s a lot. So perhaps nobody really had time to think about it.

Plus, it is possible that other countries in other continents had proved it, but European countries and US don’t care; also, perhaps it has been proved in the past - like 4000 years before our age - but then it has been forgotten.

Nonetheless, there is a serious counter-argument to the true-love-thanks-magic theory: love potions doesn’t exist. Amortentia creates a strong obsession but never creates love. Slughorn (and Dumbledore, if I remember well) explained love can’t be created with magic. Consequently, Slughorn seems to say that love between two persons in the wizarding world is created by... feelings, like in the muggle world. Plus, an important message of the books (and now in the movies with FB) is that muggles and wizardkind are equal, have to be considered as... identical, almost? Love is a strong power, and it's even stronger than magic - love's the real important thing to protect, etc. That's why a magic-soulmate theory might be debatable.

But if we suppose that attraction and true love between two people is based on magic/soul matching, a simple potion - and even a strong spell - has of course any effect on love and things like that: feelings and magic are far more subtle, personal, a spell or a potion can’t influence someone’s soul (or just Dark magic), etc.

I know yet that JKR wanted probably to say that love is more elevated than magic, she wanted to sublime humans’ emotions and things like that - or it’s what I understood when I read the books. So yes, the fact that love can’t be created by magic is a serious counter-argument: it goes against some of what seems to be author's ideas and characters explanations (Dumbledore's at the end of DH). It doesn’t throw away the theory in my opinion, but it questions it though.

Conclusion:

I can’t think about something which can actually answers to our initial question except what we already said. I want to believe that magic binds people together and helps them find the perfect match, because if I don’t believe it, relationships in Harry Potter make not much sense to me. (even if there are definitely debatable points) (and again it’s just my pov/opinion)

So there were the theories, etc!

Honestly, an inconstancy like that is not a that big deal, but I still do want to fix it. It’s in my mind since ages srly I can’t bear it anymore I need to talk about it. I’m glad it’s done.

Thanks for reading, and have a good day / evening / night / whatever!

* : ... magic seems to have an impact on the body, on the constitution: in fact, we know it for sure: Riddle’s appearance changed radically after he created Horcruxes. This point can also lead us to think that soul and magic are the same thing, or are at least strongly connected.

**: ... the representation of pure-blood in the Ministry, the money who owns some of them: if you’re interested, I developed a bit more this idea in the post:  Why are the Weasleys poor? (eng&fr) (theories about pure-blood families, inheritance, etc)  

***:  That’s why marriage could be that important.: for several reasons (that I want to expose but not in this post bc it’s already quite long), I do believe lgb+ relationships (or transidentity, or everyone which is not cishet basically) are not accepted, and same-gender marriage is certainly not allowed in the wizarding world during Harry’s years at Hogwarts. If we think now about the pressure on teens and young adults about marriage if they want to have kids, to be accepted as “a person in a serious relationship” or be seen as accomplished adults, we can understand why many lgbtqi+ people never came out. It could explain why we don’t see outed lgbtqi+ people or couples at Hogwarts, in the Order, or everywhere else. (yep, i’m trying to “explain” in the canon a lack of representation, even if we all know why there isn’t lgbtqi+ ppl - JKR just wrote it that way. (i do not support what she said and she did recently.)) (futhermore it could support the theory of the several uses/significations of the blood pact between Albus and Gellert, an alternative to an engagement ring they couldn’t have but wanted to have? idk)

****: 3rd august edit : I did a mistake and I was unclear, because I previously said Bellatrix wasn't married, as someone gently tell me! It's now corrected. (if you want details, it's on the comments!)

(again, sorry for the mistakes, thanks for reading!)

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[silverynight]

Somewhere after midnight

Chapter 20

Chapter 1   Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11 Chapter 12  Chapter 13  Chapter 14  Chapter 15  Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18  Chapter 19

"So... I'm getting married," Newt blurts out as soon as the wedding cake is in the oven. He's with Jacob in the kitchen while Gellert is in the living room with Luna and Queenie.

"That's great news, Newt!" Jacob pulls the other human into his arms and smiles from ear to ear. "I'm sure Queenie will love to help you with the organization when the time comes."

Newt nods, cheeks turning slightly pink at his excitement; he still can't believe it.

They both return to the living room and as soon as the wolf looks at him, she runs towards him and almost makes him fall to the ground.

"Did you tell him?" Gellert asks, staring at him kindly with those mismatched eyes of his. When he watches him nod, he reaches out to him. "Come to me, Liebling."

"When are you getting married, sweetie?" Queenie says as soon as Newt sits on Gellert's lap.

"I don't know... Perhaps spring," he chuckles when the vampire starts nuzzling his neck insistently.

"Albus can weave flowers into your hair. He has been talking about that the whole week," Gellert comments, caressing Newt's reddish curls lovingly. "You'll look so pretty, darling."

Even though it's been a couple of weeks since he started dating all of them, Newt can't get used to being called beautiful or pretty and he always blushes when one of them does it.

"How are you feeling about tomorrow, are you nervous?" Newt decides that is better to change the subject, besides, they should be focusing on Queenie and Jacob.

"I'm just happy," she admits as her boyfriend takes her hand. And Newt can see that happiness in her eyes looking back at him.

He can't help but imagine himself with his four boyfriends; he gets flustered but feels warm at the same time.

Newt leans back towards Gellert, who puts his arms around him, making him feel safe.

It's going to be fine.

***

Some of the hunters and the people living in the village at the other side of the woods decided to go to the Capitol to attend Queenie and Jacob's wedding.

And since Newt wants to see them arrive, he gets out of the house, followed by Luna and Albus and waits at the entrance.

There are people there he met a few months ago, people that were kind enough to welcome him in the village when he needed it.

He's not alone, though, there are vampires and humans that live in the Capitol, waiting for the newcomers as well. Some of them are excited and some of them are not...

Theseus, Percival and Gellert are there too, but they're walking around, making sure everyone leaves enough room for the hunters and the people to walk inside.

But Newt's boyfriends look tense that morning.

"What's going on, why are they so..." Newt is not sure how to describe it, but Albus seems to know exactly what he's trying to say.

"They are here to make sure the vampires of the Capitol behave... And I'm here to protect you," Albus pulls him closer and kisses him all over the face, making him giggle.

"But why would they do something against them?" Of course, he has an idea, but it's been a while since Gellert told them the new rules and Newt hoped they would accept it...

"Some of them are still not very happy with letting hunters walk in as friends or letting humans be free for that matter," Albus explains, running his fingers through Newt's hair, trying to make him smile again.

"They'll change their minds eventually..."

"Not all of them, there will always be some vampires opposed to this," Albus says, pressing his lips against Newt's gently. "But hopefully, it will be just a few of them."

At least no one decides to start complaining that day, perhaps because Percival, Gellert and Theseus make sure of it.

"Stop worrying about it, baby. Let's enjoy the wedding."

***

They get married in the heart of the City and the place looks beautiful after they managed to put all the flowers Queenie wanted around the altar.

Newt's boyfriends are taking turns to walk around to keep everything in order, but so far the wedding has been nothing but perfect.

When it's time to hear Queenie's vows Newt notices tears coming from Theseus's eyes and he worries for a moment.

"What is wrong, 'Seus?" He turns around on his seat to look at him, but the hunter smiles and leans in to press his lips against Newt's cheek.

"Nothing, I just... I imagined how it'll be when it's our turn. You'll look so beautiful," he mumbles and Newt blushes when he notices the adoration in his eyes and puts his arms around him.

One happy tear escapes from one of his eyes as well.

***

Percival gets to dance with Newt first; he looks so smug about it and even though the other narrow their eyes at him every now and then, the human knows they don't actually mean it.

Albus is taking care of Luna and chatting happily with Gellert while Theseus asks some of the hunters present to keep an eye on certain vampires. However, everyone looks content.

Newt looks around and notices that humans and vampires seem to be getting along and he's glad to see people trying to avoid conflict.

He's hopeful; he's almost sure things will get better and everyone will learn to keep peace in the land.

"You know what?" Even though Newt is not actually that worried anymore, he's thankful for the distraction. Percival's voice has always had a calming effect on him. "I think you'd look beautiful in a dress as well... I mean, the white suit Theseus was babbling about sounds good, but I think you could also wear a dress for our wedding."

Newt's cheeks turn slightly red and he starts giggling happily as Percival pulls him even closer. He's never imagined himself with a dress, but he likes the idea.

He glances at where his other boyfriends are sitting and his heart starts beating excitedly. Newt can't wait to get married to them.

"Do you think they'll like it?"

"Honestly, Newt... I think they'll love everything you decide to wear for the wedding. You could choose a sweater and a pair of stockings and they will–we'll be more than happy to see you in those," Percival mumbles and adds, with a mischievous smile: "Actually, it'd be a great idea if you decide to wear that tonight."

Newt chuckles as he looks at the others getting closer and he immediately thinks about dancing with all of them at the same time.

They could make it work.

***

This is the official last chapter, hope you liked it.

Thanks for supporting me. 💕

There are more fics coming. 😉

#somewhere after midnight #vampire au #newt's reverse harem #fantastic beasts #newt scamander #percival graves #theseus scamander #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald

[tackletofset]

list of best tom/harry fanfic

Uuummmm…. Okay

*is actually excited*

Tomarry Fic Rec List

Disclaimer: Mind that this is my version of favorite Tomarry fanfics and I might have missed some others doesn’t mean that they’re less phenomenal.Also, the list is by random order.

Click on the titles for links :3

Don’t Fuck With Florists (They’ll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow

Teen And Up | 13944 words | No Archive Warnings Apply | One-Shot | Completed

Characters: Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, Mr Borgin

Relationships : Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

Summary: Unsatisfied with his post-war life, Harry decides to get to the root of all of his problems when that root was still working at Borgin and Burkes shop in the late 40s. He’s the Master of Death, damn it, he can do what he wants for once in his life.Tom Riddle isn’t particularly happy about working at a small, dingy shop for magical artifacts, no matter how interesting those artifacts are. He’s even less happy when an insufferable stranger sets up the most obnoxious flower shop right across the street.What follows would be a romantic comedy, if it weren’t for politics.

My notes: I love this fic because of the political undertone, and not-so-subtle reference for Trump. I love how Harry could sway Tom’s from being a Dark Lord into Minister for Magic. If you like dark humor you’d enjoy this fic ;)

Rumpelstiltskin by Gallons_of_the_Stuff

General | 8884 words | No Archive Warnings Apply | Chapter 2/4 | Ongoing

Characters: Merope Gaunt, Tom Riddle Sr., Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, Fem!Harry Character

Relationships : Merope Gaunt/Tom Riddle Sr., Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

Summary: He was all she ever wanted, and she knew exactly how she could have him - even if it would not be real. Then a stranger made her an offer she could not refuse, for a price that seemed like a joke at the time. Was it really just a teasing remark though? Or would her deal cost her more than she ever wanted to give up?

My notes: This is how Merope/Tom Sr relationship goes without a love potion. Merope is aided by Fem!Harry who ‘only’ asks for her firstborn in return.

The Dark Serpent and The Dark Horse by Kaede Ravensdale

Mature | 104187 words | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Chapter 40/? | Ongoing

Characters: Tom Riddle Sr., Tom Riddle, Harry Potter

Relationships : Tom Riddle Sr. & Tom Riddle Jr, Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Tom Riddle Sr./Severus Snape

Summary: In which Tom Riddle Senior never could fully put Merope’s claims of being pregnant out of his mind and set out to bring his child home, unwittingly changing the fate of both the Wizarding and Muggle worlds and laying waste to the machinations of a certain scheming old man.

My notes: THIS IS LIKE BY FAR, MY MOST FAVORITE TOM RIDDLE FIC EVER!!! LIKE, EVER!!! THIS IS SO PHENOMENAL! I mean Tomarry + TomSr/Jr bonding is perf Spoiler! Tom is related to the Targaryens in this fic.  Baby Tom gets the Father’s love that he deserves. Also openlymanipulative!Dumbledore and Slytherin!Harry. Best ever. I hope the author will update soon before my head starts flooding with imagines of this fic, such as Tom Sr. stands in between the little Tom (and Harry, so he’s protecting them both) and the killing curse (a curse probably by Grindelwald or Dumbledore). Also, now I like to listen to Targaryen theme music while musing about Tom Sr :3 I also imagine him trying to ride a dragon for the first time, awkwardly in muggle clothes while his son watches in awe. Him riding a dragon to a war against Grindelwald, also arriving in Hogsmeade alongside his son bringing dragons :3 ahh the Tomgaryens.

Little Red Riding Hood by BigJellyMonster (orphan_account)

Teen and Up | 1256 words | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Oneshot | Completed

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle

Relationships : Harry Potter/Tom Riddle/Voldemort

Summary: Harry has to deliver a basket of treats to his neighbors on the other side of the forest. He was told never to talk to strangers. Too bad he doesn’t listen.

My notes: Very cute Harry. Manipulative Tom. Fluff. Definitely should read.

I Speak Parseltounge by BigJellyMonster (orphan_account)

General | 1602 words | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Oneshot | Completed

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle

Relationships : Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

Summary: Tom keeps hitting on Harry in parseltounge but he doesn’t know that Harry speaks it too.

My notes: Another light fic. Sneaky Harry. Reccommended!

Pass the salt, Daddy by DarkkBluee

Not Rated | 1569 words | No Archive Warnings Apply | Oneshot | Completed

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Tom Riddle Sr., Thomas Riddle, Mary Riddle, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin

Relationship: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Summary :Tom and Harry have a family dinner.“Daddy, can you pass the salt?”Or not.Seven pairs of eyes swivel in his direction.

My notes: Harry has seven Daddies. Nuff said.

Meeting the Parents by temptresslove

Teen and Up | 4113 words | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Oneshot | Completed

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Lily Evans Potter, Tom Riddle Sr., James Potter, Narcissa Black Malfoy

Relationship: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle/Voldemort, Harry Potter & Tom Riddle, Harry Potter & Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Summary :“It’s nice to finally meet you, Tom,” Lily says with a big smile. “I’ve heard so much about you.”Beside her, Harry noticeably stiffens.“Oh?” Tom asks, one eyebrow raised elegantly, looking at Harry amusedly. “Only good things, I hope.”“Oh yes,” Lily gushes. “Very good things, indeed.”Harry grabs Lily by the arm that almost hurt and smiles at her tightly. “Mom, shouldn’t you be going to Headmaster Dippet’s office by now?” The way his grip threatened Lily made her grin even larger.

My note: Another oneshot I really, really like! This is an omegaverse, fluff, very cute Tomarry interactions. I like how they write the relationships to their parents as well. Love this one.

To Be Set Free by Merrinpippy

Teen and Up | 35831 words | No Archive Warnings Apply | Chapter 14/14 | Completed

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Dudley Dursley, Petunia Evans Dursley, Vernon Dursley, Tom Riddle Sr., Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald, Dobby, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Bartemius Crouch Jr., The Brazilian Boa Constrictor (Harry Potter), Lucius Malfoy, Dolores Umbridge

Relationship: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle,

Summary : Harry Potter, raised and abused by the Dursleys ever since his parents died, lives in the cupboard under the stairs. He has no friends or family who love him and his life is dull until one day a letter arrives arrives for him, written in green ink, that promises freedom. Sounds familiar, right?King Thomas Riddle’s illness combined with his political paranoia pushes him to arrange three royal balls, after which his son, Prince Tom Riddle, must choose a guest to marry, thereby securing the kingdom’s future and solidifying their strength in the eyes of their allies/enemies. Tom is convinced that he will be able to defy his father and choose no-one, or at least he is until at the first ball he meets an attractive stranger with dark hair and glasses who won’t tell anyone his name…

My notes: A really sweet Cinderella AU! You’d love the chemistry between Tomarry here.

Ice Cream Stalker by Watermelonsmellinfellon

Teen and Up | 750 words | No Archive Warnings Apply | Oneshot | Completed

Characters: Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger

Relationship: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle,

Summary : @vertibirdo on Tumblr Prompted: Yo, would you be up to doing some Tomarry non-magic Modern AU? Something cute?

My notes: A lighthearted, fluff AU. Love it, and how Hermione’s helping Tom to approach Harry.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker by Watermelonsmellinfellon

Teen and Up | 1948 words | No Archive Warnings Apply | Oneshot | Completed

Characters: Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, Nagini

Relationship: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle,

Summary : Nagini acts as a messenger for Harry and Tom, carrying insulting messages between the Slytherin dungeon and Gryffindor Tower. Eventually, Nagini gets bored and starts making up stuff, and the messages just become confusing. Nagini becomes a matchmaker. Unwittingly.

My notes: Tomarry shippers are Nagini.

Diablerie by Oceanbreeze7

Teen and Up | 156584 words | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Chapter: 22/25 | Ongoing

Characters: Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, Order of the Phoenix, Hogwarts Students, Hogwarts Staff, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore

Relationship: Harry Potter & Tom Riddle,

Summary : Moody reclined in his chair, his prosthetic scratched over the floor. “What year is it, Riddle.”It wasn’t phrased like a question, maybe that was why Tom finally answered.“September.” Tom clipped out coldly. “1942. You know this.”’Harry inhaled so sharply he choked on his spit. He hurriedly turned away, hacking and wheezing as he nearly asphyxiated on his own saliva.“Yeah,” Moody grimaced with a slight disgruntled noise hidden in his tone, “that’s a problem.”

Tom Riddle, 15 years old, in the middle of the London Blitz suddenly finds himself in a future with no allies, resources, information, and everyone he knows treats him with enough restraint to not murder him on the spot. It takes a lot to truly ruin a human being, to rot them so thoroughly even fruit flies avoid the stench. Tom doesn’t want this bullshit, Tom only wants to-‘Please God, let me live.

My notes: I haven’t finished reading this one, but it’s really good. This fic could capture the terrifying essence of devastation of war and death. It contains a graphic and detailed description about Tom trying to survive in the blitz, so it’s not for those who aren’t into those heavy materials.

#anonymous #tomarry #pottermort #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #harry potter #harry james potter #tom riddle sr #tom riddle senior #fanfiction #wwhp #wizarding world #tomarry fic rec list #slytherin harry #yespapa #yeslord

[boywizardscanbecute]

A Slow Burn- Part 3

Hey guys it’s finally here!!!!! The final part of A Slow Burn!!!!!! I hope you guys enjoy and if you like it, please let me know and reblog! I love to hear feedback! I also have requests open so keep that in mind too! Enjoy, let me know what you lovelies think! :) 

Read part 1 here: https://boywizardscanbecute.tumblr.com/post/185935429271/a-slow-burn-part-1

Read part 2 here: https://boywizardscanbecute.tumblr.com/post/186165681781/a-slow-burn-part-2

Word count: 12,000 

Tag list: @bowtrucklescamander, @pinkisokay, @clockworkherondale

Previously in “A Slow Burn- Part 2” 

Tina slowly emerges from her hiding place, tears staining her eyes. “Oh y/n,” she says breathlessly. Her eyes are glued to the spot where you disappeared in Grindelwald’s grasp. Then her attention is drawn away towards the door as Theseus and Newt walk into view. “We decided to come check on you. You two were taking awfully long,” Newt chuckles. He stops when he sees Tina’s face. Theseus senses her sadness and asks the dreaded question, “Where’s y/n?” Tina looks at the auror, fresh tears covering her brown eyes. “Y/n’s gone,” she croaks, “Grindelwald took her.” Theseus’s eyes widen in fear and he places a hand on the wall next to him, struggling not to collapse. “He was here?” he whispers. Tina nods. Her feet carry her to the table, picking up the message. She sobs, “He took her to Nurmengard. He wants to make a trade. Y/n for the blood pact.” She hands the paper over to the elder Scamander. This entire time, Newt stands silent, his body paralyzed by fear for you and your unborn child. Theseus turns to Newt and for the first time he asks his brother, “What do we do? Newt, what do I do?” Newt’s widened gaze turns to meet his brother’s and he goes to speak, but nothing comes out. Clearing his throat, Newt says, “This is bad. This is bad. This is really bad.” Theseus cries, “I know that! What do we do? We can’t put her in danger.” Newt suddenly shakes his head profusely. “No you don’t understand,” he tells his brother. Theseus stops mid pace and turns to his younger sibling. “What don’t I understand?” he asks, eerily calm. Newt drops the glass in his hand and it shatters against the hardwood floor. He breathes barely audible, “Y/n’s pregnant Theseus. She’s carrying your child.” It’s then that Theseus’s hand slips from the wall, and he crashes to his knees. “She’s pregnant?” he looks up at Newt, asking for confirmation. Newt slowly nods. “Oh god,” Theseus stutters. Overcome with fury, Theseus raises his wand, shattering all the windows of the house. He lets a scream of agony and pain rip through the air as he rises to his feet. Expelling all of his energy into the outburst, he runs a hand through his curls, the weight of his worry for you pressing down on him stronger than ever. “Y/n,” he breathes your name into the air as the tears finally came. 

Nurmengard Castle, Austria 

    Your eyes flickered open, adjusting to the darkness. Moving to stand, your hands press against chains. And as everything comes into focus you realize your chained against the wall of a Nurmengard dungeon cell. Looking down at your belly you sigh. Still in your wedding dress, you silently pray that someone would tell Theseus. And for the first time you speak to your unborn child. “We’ll be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you,” you breathe quietly, trying to reassure yourself as much as the baby. Hopelessness soon overtakes you and begin to cry, the tears dripping onto your now dirty gown. “Please find us,” you sigh, hoping that by some miracle, Theseus could hear you.

To be continued….. Right now 

    Theseus Scamander stands, overcome with sorrow. His body moves without him knowing it. He grabs the note, the note left by a mass murderer, and exits the house. In the backyard of the Scamander home the wedding reception continues, unaware of the tragedy that just fell upon the happy couple. His feet march him right up to his boss, Torquil Travers. He thrusts the note into the older man’s hands and says, “Gellert Grindelwald has just taken my wife captive. My pregnant wife. We need to go rescue her. Now.” Travers’s eyes travel over the note and then to Theseus. And then the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement displays an emotion he rarely shows, sympathy. He begins, “Theseus I feel for you. I really do. But we cannot simply invade Nurmengard. You know as well as I that more and more aurors go missing everyday, only to turn up weeks later, dead.  We have to be careful. He won’t hesitate in killing y/n. I daresay if he knew she was pregnant it would encourage him.” Theseus argues, “I cannot sit idly by while my wife could be being tortured. I have to protect her.” Travers hesitates, but places an arm on Theseus’s shoulder. “You will protect her. By thinking rationally, by planning out an ambush instead of going in there without a second thought. This is how you protect her,” Travers says confidently. Theseus groans in frustration. He sighs, “I hope you know that this will take my top priority.” Travers chuckles, “I would expect nothing less. We’ll have all the top aurors on it. We’ll need to get a lay out of the castle, a complete layout. Then we’ll need to know what kind of guard Grindelwald has on y/n. I know this will be hard, but you must be patient Theseus. Just hold on.” Theseus nods silently. He sends everyone home, the tragedy of what had happened spread like wildfire. Theseus then rejoins Newt, Tina, and Jacob, devising a plan. He wouldn’t waste a single second. 

Nurmengard Castle, Austria, 2 days later 

    Your eyes flickered open and readjusted to the darkness. There was no way to tell what time of day it was. Your belly growled and you began to grow worried for your unborn child. Suddenly there’s an echoing of footsteps against the stone floor. It sounded like the clacking of heels. You shrink back into the wall as fast as you can, wishing desperately that you could hide yourself from view. The door of your cell swings open and in walks a person you recognize. With dirty blonde hair and a rather chipper outlook, Queenie Goldstein stood in front of you, a plate of food in her hands. She wasn’t dressed all in pink like her sister had described, but you could tell she was related to Tina without a doubt. She wore a black dress with heels to match. As she steps toward you, you feel a wave of panic when you remember Tina telling you she’s a legilimens. You tried to wipe your mind of all thoughts. Waving her wand with a mutter of annoyance, light is shed upon the youngest Goldstein standing over you. “What a beautiful wedding dress!” she squeals. You merely look down, pushing against your restraints. Your arms were chained to the wall above you, and two days of that left a fire of soreness in its wake. She kneels down to be eye level with you. “Y/n l/n. So nice to finally meet you, though I’m not sure you know who I am,” she says rather chipper. Avoiding her eye contact, you growl, “I know who you are. You just stay away from me traitor!” 

    She’s slightly taken back by your reaction. Gingerly setting the tray to the side, she sits down in front of you. “So you’ve been talking to my sister,” she states calmly. You say nothing. “I brought you some food,” she continues. Gesturing to your restrained arms you laugh sarcastically, “Gee thanks. How thoughtful of you.” Her eyes follow to where your arms are pinned and she waves her wand, releasing your binds. For whatever reason, your silence bothers Queenie. Finally she huffs, “I did it for love you know. You and Tina get to be with the ones you love. Why shouldn’t I be allowed to?” You make no response, instead stuffing your body with food that you hadn’t eaten for two days. It’s when Queenie starts to study you thoughtfully that you decide to speak up. You did not want her reading your mind. Even worse, she could not find out about your baby. 

    Swallowing a bite, you say, “You don’t choose who you fall in love with. It is not Tina and I’s fault that we fell in love with wizards. Nor is it your fault that you fell in love with a muggle. I won’t bother telling you that this is not the way to go about helping you and Jacob. If Tina couldn’t convince you, no one can.” This strikes a chord. Jumping to her feet she shouts, “Tina abandoned me! So did Newt! None of them cared at all what Jacob and I were going through. It appears you’re no different.” You merely shrug, “If you say so.” Queenie looks at you furiously. Plastering a fake smile to her lips she says, “Enjoy your stay. You’re going to be here for a long while.” Then she storms out of the dungeon. 

    Sighing, you turn back to your food. It may have been crusty sandwiches, but it was food. It settles comfortably in your stomach and you pat your abdomen affectionately. “There you go baby. I’m sorry for making you go hungry,” you whisper to your child. Your dress felt constricting against your stomach and soon there would be no hiding from Queenie that you were pregnant. At least she released you from your chains. There was nothing left to do but pace in your anxious state. Marking out the same ten steps, your white wedding dress drags along the stone floor, collecting dirt and dust. You mumble to your baby, “I hope your daddy has a plan. Because I’ve got nothing.” 

Newt Scamander’s home, 1 week after the wedding 

    “This is impossible!” Theseus yells out in frustration as he pours over notes at Newt’s kitchen table. Newt and Tina continue pouring over the pages of notes that they had written down. Anything that they could remember about Nurmengard. Theseus pushes his chair out from the table and stands, running his hands over his face. Newt looks up at his older brother and sees a ghost of the person he once knew. Theseus pulls relentlessly on his auburn curls with one hand and rubs his eyes with the other. The bags beneath his lids weighed down heavily on him. Though only 39, Newt thought that Theseus looked as if he could be in his 50’s with all the stress and responsibility beating down on him. Newt rose and walks over to his brother. Placing both his hands on his older brother’s shoulders, Newt speaks, “We won’t stop. We won’t give up. Not until we get her back.” Theseus whispers hoarsely, “How far along do you reckon she is?” Newt responds, “About 3 months, give or take a couple of weeks.” Theseus audibly gulps. Newt, sensing the question that his brother would ask next, answers, “She’ll start showing soon. If she hasn’t already.” Returning to the table, Theseus dives back into his research, determined to bring you back well before your due date. 

Nurmengard castle, Austria, 3 weeks after the wedding 

    It’s been almost a month and no sign of Theseus. Queenie visits you in your cell each day, and each day you manage to piss her off just enough so that she leaves before she remembers to read your thoughts. Grindelwald knew this was a waiting game. He knew that Theseus and Newt wouldn’t hand over the blood pact easily. And Gellert was surprisingly patient. You were lucky enough to have not received a visit from him, not yet. 

    Queenie enters the cell, bringing you your daily meal. You hungrily scarf it down and she watches you with interest. “Can I help you?” you ask her, annoyed. She smirks, “I’ve never seen a lady eat like that before.” You shrug, “I’m hungry. Sue me.” Wrinkling her nose, she comments, “You don’t look too great either. Or smell too great.” You laugh sarcastically, “I would gladly rectify that, but seeing as I’m not allowed to leave this cell.” Queenie smiles, “I think I can arrange a solution.” You study her, your intrigue growing. “And why would you do anything to help me?” you ask curiously. Queenie softly replies, “Because maybe I’m not all bad. I’m not as bad as you think I am. You’ll see.” With a wave of her wand, a massive clawfoot bathtub appears in your cell, filled to the brim with steaming water and bubbles. Besides it is a chair, a pile of clothes lying in it. She turns to walk away without another word. You call after her, “Queenie, wait!” She turns to you. “I,” your voice falters, “Thank you. Queenie.” She smiles and nods. The door swings shut behind her. 

    Reaching behind you, you desperately struggle to reach the zipper of your wedding gown. Your belly pushes hard against the fabric. “Almost there,” you grunt to yourself. Your thumbnail catches the zipper and you yank it down. Your abdomen feels relief as the dress slips from your body. Stepping out of the rest of your underclothes, you glance down at your naked body for the first time since you found out you were pregnant. You gasp at the sight before you. Your belly protrudes slightly swollen, as if you were just bloated on your monthly. Counting back in your head, you realize that you must be nearly 4 months pregnant. Slipping into the warm water, your muscles finally begin to relax. Talking to your child became regular for you, he or she was the only constant companion you had now. “I hope this relaxes you love. I can’t wait to meet you,” you say soothingly. You’re not sure how long you spend in the bath, it was heaven. But when you finally climb out, you shiver in cold, hastily drying yourself with the towel. The pile of clothes you find are somehow miraculously loose fitting. Maybe Queenie knew more than she let on. So you slip on the lounge pants, a soft cotton material colored black. There was a matching black pajama top and then a chunky knit gray cardigan to keep you warm. Wrapping yourself in the warm fabric, you walk over to your wedding dress and pick it up off of the ground. Folding it neatly, you place it in the corner, away from the single beam of sunlight that shone through the tiny barred window 15 feet above you. Using the gown as a pillow, you curl up onto the hard stone floor and eventually fall asleep. 

    While you’re asleep, Queenie Goldstein comes back to your cell and clears away your bath. She smiles at your sleeping form, as the dreams playing in your head transfer into her own. You dreamt of Theseus, of spending the afternoon with him and a young child, your child. You picnicked in the meadow behind the Scamander’s childhood home. And as the dream gave you joy, Queenie felt that emotion too. Something pulls her from exploring your dream though. The thoughts of another living being. She turns around, expecting someone to be standing in the vicinity. No one’s there. The blonde-haired Goldstein inches slowly closer to you. As she closes the distance between the two of you, the thoughts grow louder. She looks at you curiously. And then a single thought comes across clear. Three words. “Mommy I’m scared.” Queenie shakes her head in confusion. The thought is repeated, “Mommy I’m scared.” And suddenly Queenie Goldstein drops her wand and her hand shoots up, covering the gasp that’s escaping from her lips. “My god, she’s with child,” Queenie breathes quietly. You stir in your sleep and Queenie jumps, quickly exiting the room. 

Newt Scamander’s house, 1 month after the wedding 

    “We’re getting nowhere,” Theseus groans, breaking the pencil in his hand. Newt and Tina sit across from him. Tina says confidently. “Queenie’s got to know by now that y/n’s pregnant. If she’s still with Grindelwald, she knows.” Newt immediately replies, “But Queenie isn’t inherently evil. She has a good heart. She was just vulnerable. I’m sure she would help us.” Theseus interjects, “I’m not entrusting one of Grindelwald’s followers to protect my wife. I’m sorry, no matter who it is Tina. I don’t care that she’s your sister. We can’t trust anyone.” Tina responds, “We may not have a choice Theseus.” He bangs his fist on the table, causing the whole thing to shake. “This isn’t working!” he shouts angrily, “Y/n’s been gone for a month! This is moving too slow!” Newt and Tina both look at the elder Scamander with sympathy. Newt whispers, “Thes. You know as well as I that we can’t rush this. Y/n’s life hangs in the balance, and your child’s.” Silently, Theseus nods. He chokes on his emotion, “I can’t sit here and do nothing.” Tina speaks up, “Then we need to try and contact my sister.” “Very well,” Theseus agrees. “Got any ideas?” Newt asks his girlfriend. Tina smiles, “I have one. It’s risky, but I’ll send her my patronus. No message. She’ll know it’s me.” Newt and Theseus nod. “Tomorrow after work. Meet back here. We’ll send the message then and wait for her to contact us,” Tina states with a finality. Theseus rises from his seat and wanders the house, finding your old bedroom, before you moved in with him. 

    His feet carried him over to your bed and he collapses onto the mattress. Taking a deep breath, Theseus inhales your lingering scent on the pillow. He sobs, “I miss you so much darling. I want so much just to know that you are alright.” His eyes travel to the nightstand and he smiles at the piece of paper upon it. It was your engagement announcement from the Daily Prophet. You had cut out the picture of you and Theseus dancing. He picks up the newspaper clipping and studies it with hope in his eyes. “I’ll never give up darling. I won’t rest until you’re back in my arms,” he tells the image of you. Continuing he says, “Until then. Take care of our child.” Theseus Scamander falls asleep in your old bed, reveling in your scent, imagining just for a moment that you were there lying next to him. From that day on, Theseus wouldn’t return home. He couldn’t bear to be in a place filled with her presence, her belongings, the place they were supposed to start their lives together. Instead he would stay with his younger brother, sleeping in his wife’s old bedroom. 

1 month later (2 months post-wedding) Nurmengard 

    Arising from yet another night of restless sleep, you stare longingly at your cell door. Ever since that day Queenie told you she wasn’t all bad, she stopped visiting you. Instead she would push the tray through the door, ignoring your calls to her. You felt lonelier than ever. The familiar scraping sound of your dinner tray being pushed through the flap pulls you back from your thoughts. Racing towards the door, you bang your fists against it relentlessly. “Queenie please,” you shout, “Please don’t leave! Queenie tell me what’s going on! What did I do?” Your plee is only met with the clacking of Queenie’s heels walking away. Slumping against the wall, you curse under your breath. 

    Queenie Goldstein walked as quickly as her high heeled shoes would take her, back up to the main part of the castle. Climbing three flights of stairs, she opens the door to her bedroom. A familiar glowing white stallion blinks back at her. Her sister’s patronus. Tina was relentless. Every night for a month Tina had sent her younger sister an image of her corporeal patronus. No message, just the patronus. Slamming the door, Queenie walks over to her bed and collapses into the pillows, finally breaking down. More than anything the youngest Goldstein wanted to see her sister. To help, to prove to her sister that she was still a trustworthy sibling. But things were so much more complicated than that. Grindelwald wasn’t a legilmens, but he had a particular affinity for picking out traitors amongst his followers. And yet, an innocent, unborn life was at stake. Moaning in frustration, Queenie picks herself up off the mattress and forces herself to look at her sister’s patronus. The patronus she happened to share with her older sibling. “Oh dear,” Queenie sighs in defeat. Before she is scared out of responding, Queenie summons her own patronus and sends a message back to Tina, saying, “My dear Teenie, I want to talk to you. But it is quite difficult to leave here unnoticed. Floo powder is the best option. I’ll call upon you tomorrow night, in Newt’s kitchen. Stay safe.” She watches as her patronus disappears, delivering her voice to Tina. 

    Back in the underground of the castle, you felt more alone than ever. Your belly bump was now noticeable under your loose fitting pajamas. Rubbing your stretched skin, you murmur, “It’s just you and me baby. Just you and me.” And then the horrid thought occurs to you that that’s how it might actually be. You’d been in captivity for two months now and you couldn’t imagine what was keeping Theseus. The only reasonable explanation was that he was indisposed, or worse. It seemed your baby feels your distress, which of course only made you more anxious. “I’m sure he’ll be here. Don’t you worry, leave the worrying to me,” you soothe. Your belly calms in response. Sighing in relief, your thoughts begin to travel to your husband. Biting back your emotion, you gulp, swallowing your tears. Your heart aches for Theseus Scamander, your husband. You didn’t even get to spend one night with him as a married couple. “I miss you,” you sob into the stale air. You imagine Theseus’s warm, inviting embrace and for a minute, you just picture his arms around you, hands on your stomach. And as much as you hated it, your mind wonders if you’ll ever get to see him again. 

    Across the globe in Newt Scamander’s home, the two brothers sit at the kitchen table, pushing their uneaten dinner around on their plates. Tina sulks in Newt’s bedroom. But as a familiar white stallion floats through the window, Tina’s heart stops when she hears her sister’s voice for the first time in over a year. Excitement bubbles in her chest and she squeals loudly, barreling into the kitchen. Newt and Theseus look up her thoroughly confused. “Queenie’s finally responded! She’s going to communicate by floo powder, tomorrow night! I’m sure she won’t travel here, but she’ll at least speak to us!” she exclaims loudly. Newt and Theseus both shoot to their feet. The youngest Scamander wraps Tina in his arms, sharing in her excitement. Theseus strides into your old bedroom, where he was now staying. Picking up the picture from the newspaper, Theseus smiles at the picture of you moving across the dancefloor on the front page. He’d gotten in the habit of talking to your picture. It was the only thing keeping him sane. “I’m coming for you darling. Soon, you’ll see. Queenie’s finally going to talk to us. I promised you I wouldn’t give up,” he says affectionately. Of course the newspaper clipping version of you understood none of this, and only continued to twirl around with the image of your husband. The real Theseus held the image to his heart, and for the first time in a long time, he let himself hope. Hope that he would find you soon, that he would take you in his arms and never have to let go. Hope that the plan would go through before his child was ready to come into the world. 

The next day, Newt Scamander’s kitchen

    Tina stared anxiously into the fireplace, waiting for any sign of her younger sister. “Tina, I’m sure she’s just waiting for a safe moment. She said she would talk, and I know how much you mean to Queenie, she won’t let us down,” Newt tries to reassure her. She sighs, “Everything is different now Newt. I didn’t support her relationship with Jacob, and I think some part of her will always resent me for that.” Newt says nothing, rather he runs a reassuring arm up and down her back. Theseus eye’s too are glued to the fireplace, trying to smother the hope bubbling up inside of him. Tina begins to pace, the only sound besides her footsteps is the ticking of the clock. At around half past 6, there’s a rustling noise that breaks through the kitchen’s silence. Tina’s eyes dart to the fireplace and she stares at the image of her sister’s face, looking back at her through the hot flames. “Queenie,” her voice cracks. And even though her face was a mess of green flames, Tina Goldstein could see the tears running down her younger sister’s face clear as day. “Teenie,” Queenie replies, her voice swelling with emotion. She continues, “There isn’t much time. Lucky for me the fireplace inside my bedroom isn’t on Grindelwald’s radar. But right now only one thing is important.” Newt and Theseus inch closer to the fire, hanging onto her every word. Queenie turns her gaze to Theseus as she says, “Y/n’s pregnant.” Theseus immediately shoots back, “We know, Queenie. That’s why this is so dire. Queenie I am begging you, please, please help me get my wife out of there. Before her or my child gets hurt.” There’s a desperation in his voice that Queenie feels herself identify with. It was exactly how desperate she was feeling when she went over to Grindelwald. Queenie doesn’t hesitate when she answers, “Of course I will help you. Your child is just an innocent. Y/n is just an innocent. No matter what happened in Paris, she didn’t have anything to do with that.” Theseus visibly relaxes. He chokes out, “Thank you.” Queenie nods. She continues on, “This is going to take some time. It won’t be like the time y/n came to get you Theseus. If you want a guaranteed safe exit for your wife and child, we’re going to have to bide our time. I know that’s not what you want to hear-” Theseus cuts her off, finishing his own thoughts, “But it’s what has to be done.” Queenie flashes him a smile full of sympathy. Then she turns back to her sister. 

    “Tina?” Queenie squeaks shyly, asking for her sister’s attention. Tina replies, “What is it Queenie?” The younger sister gulps, “How’s Jacob? Is he…. Is he okay?” Tina responds, “Yes Queenie he’s okay. He’s opened a bakery here, in London. We try to visit with him, but recently we’ve stopped, for fear of being tracked. We don’t want to put him in danger.” Queenie nods, filled with gratitude for her sister. Tina hesitates, but says quietly, “He misses you, Queenie.” And the blonde Goldstein is overcome with emotion, sobbing uncontrollably. The Scamander brother’s politely exit, giving the sister’s a minute. 

    Queenie watches them exit, and as soon as the door shuts, she cries softly, “Tina I want to come home.” Tears fall from Tina’s cheeks and she croaks, “Queenie I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t support your decision to be with Jacob. It was wrong of me. You can’t choose who you fall in love with.” Queenie gives a watery smile, “That’s what y/n told me.” Tina nods, “I know. That’s where I got it from.” Silence passes between the two of them. Tina breaks it, saying, “Queenie I want you to come home. Where you’re safe. I promised Mom and Pop I would always take care of you. I want to keep that promise.” Queenie shrugs, “It’s not that simple Teenie. I want to come home. To be with all of you again. But I chose a side. If I cross him, he’ll come after all of you.” Tina laughs, “It’s nothing we can’t handle.” Queenie sighs, “Y/n’s showing. If Grindelwald decides to pay her a visit, for whatever reason, he’ll know.” Tina groans in frustration, “What do you suppose we do?” It’s then that Newt and Theseus return to the kitchen. 

    Queenie briefly acknowledges their presence and states, “Grindelwald put y/n in my care for a reason. He’s a delegator, never does anything himself. Not only that, he knows I have a connection to her, through you, Tina. He’s testing my loyalty. The only way to get her out, without a risk, is when he’s not there.” Theseus bangs his fist against the wall, his voice breaking, “And how will we do that? I can’t imagine that man wanting to leave his fortress for long. He’s not scared, but he’s also not stupid.” Queenie ponders what to say next. She grimaces, “He’s planning an attack. In 3 months time. On New York City. Plans on making an example out of the way the wizards in America hide from no maj’s. He’ll be indisposed. That’s the only chance we got.” The three wizard’s reactions are each different. Tina is filled with sorrow at the thought of her beloved NYC being torn to smithereens, tears welling up in her eyes. Newt selflessly looks to his brother, gauging his reaction. Theseus meets his gaze with a determined one of his own. Tina cries, “There’s got to be a way to stop him! He’ll massacre the entire city!” Queenie replies, “You’ve got to warn the ministry. Both ministries. But you and Newt and Theseus have to be off the case. You’ve got to be able to come rescue y/n.” Tina asks the dreaded question, “Queenie where will you be?” She answers, “I’m expected to stay back. To keep y/n prisoner. He suspects you’ll attempt a rescue that day. That’s how he’s testing my loyalty. He’s seeing if I’ll let you guys take her back.” Any lingering color on Tina’s face immediately fades. Her voice comes out a whisper, void of emotion, “You’ll have a target on your back. As soon as he knows you’ve helped us, he will kill you.” Queenie wordlessly nods. Newt speaks up, “You’ll come back with us then Queenie. We’ll protect you.” Queenie looks at him, full of gratitude. Theseus’s mind is a haze of emotions. But he manages to make one thought clear. He asks, “When? When is this to happen?” “November 11th. Apparently this date will have some sort of significance in the future. He’s nothing if not symbolic,” Queenie informs them. Theseus does the math in his head, and cries out in pain, his heart overcome with hurt. His voice breaks, “She’ll be 7 and a half months pregnant then! I’ll have missed almost the whole thing, nearly her whole pregnancy! I’ll barely get to experience any of it!” Queenie responds, “I sympathize with you Theseus, I really do, but in the end, your child will be safe. And that’s what matters.” Theseus reluctantly nods. Satisfied with their reactions, Queenie says, “I’ve got to go, I’ve been talking with you all way too long. And I won’t be telling y/n, not yet at least. The less people know, the better. The less chance we get caught.” Pausing, Queenie turns to her sister, “Goodbye Tina. Stay safe, all of you,” she says, gesturing to the lot of them at the last part. Then her face disappears. Tina walks into Newt’s arms, and lets him wordlessly comfort her. Theseus walks back to your old bedroom, and smiles at the newspaper picture of you. “Don’t worry darling,” he says, “I’ll be there to take you home before you know it.” 

Nurmengard Castle, Austria, Late September 

Queenie still wouldn’t talk to you. She kept her distance for your own good, worried she would spill the beans out of sympathy for you. Eventually, you gave up trying to talk to her. As she pushed your breakfast through the tray, you sighed, standing up and grabbing it. You were at least grateful for the balanced diet you were being given. Now used to your baby’s tiny, gradual movements, you chuckled in response to your baby readjusting him or herself. “It’s okay baby. You’re growing to be quite healthy,” you reassure your child. Of course there was no way for you to know that. And even though you didn’t want to trust her, Queenie was a legilimens, and she was the only one who could tell you if your baby was alright. So you decide to try and reach out to her again that night when she brings you dinner. 

Waiting for Queenie, your mind wandered to Theseus. It broke your heart that he was missing all of this, every milestone for your baby. But deep down you knew that they couldn’t give up the blood pact. That was the only hope in defeating Grindelwald. Sighing in hopelessness, you begin to accept the fact that you may never leave this prison. You’re pulled from your thoughts when the flap door opens. Kneeling down, you grab Queenie’s hand before she releases the tray. You feel her hand freeze, her entire self tensing up. “Queenie,” you whisper, “Please I need your help. I really appreciate all the balanced meals you’ve been giving me, really, but please. I need to know if my baby is healthy. Please Queenie you’re the only one that can help me.” She hesitates, but then the younger Goldstein yanks her hand from your grip. Sighing in frustration, you push the tray aside and crawl into the corner of your cell. Pulling your legs into yourself as much as they could go, you place your hands on your ever growing abdomen and sob, “Baby I’m so sorry. I’m trying.” Then, the cell door opens. 

Queenie’s heels click towards you, and you look up in disbelief. The young blonde slowly made her way towards you. In the month or two that she had stopped speaking to you, her hair grew longer, her attitude more solemn. She was always clothed in black. “Queenie?” you whisper into the darkness. Flicking her wand, Queenie sheds light on the both of you. She slowly squats down, coming up eye level with you. “Will you help me?” you plead desperately. She slowly nods. You sigh in relief, overcome with a wave of emotion. Queenie moves onto her knees and stares into your eyes intensely. Then, her gaze lowers to your swollen abdomen. And the thoughts of your child come across abundantly clear to her. 

Queenie listens to the child’s subconscious. She hears the thoughts, “I wish mummy wouldn’t worry so much. I wish I knew what she was worrying about. I know she misses daddy. I miss him too. I wish I knew what his presence felt like.” Queenie concentrates harder, focusing on the baby’s health. She gets an image of the embryo, and deduces that you are 25 weeks pregnant. Her hands hover above your belly and she looks into your e/c eyes for approval. You nod your permission. Her fingers come to rest delicately over the fabric covering your baby. A warmth fills Queenie’s head as she absorbs the same feelings that your baby feels. She closes her eyes and focuses her energy on the child. A grin passes over Queenie’s face. Flicking her eyes open, Queenie can’t help but smile, “Your baby is completely healthy.” A thought from your child pushes through to Queenie’s head. “I hope I can be as brave a man as my father. Mommy tells endless stories of his courage.” These words reveal the gender of your baby to the youngest Goldstein. Queenie asks, “Would you like to know your baby’s gender?” You look up at her nervously. Gulping, you answer, “I guess, yeah.” Queenie instinctively takes your hand and tells you, “It’s a boy. A boy whose heard the tales of his father. He wishes to be just like him.” “Oh,” you cry. Happiness mixed with sorrow floods you. You sniffle, “So, he can hear me? He’s listening when I talk to him?” Queenie reassures you, “He listens to every word.” She rises to her feet and begins to back away from you. You whimper, “Queenie wait!” She stops moving and looks at you, the confliction she felt displayed clearly on her face. You continue softly, “Why did you stop coming to see me? I’m sorry if I said something to upset you. You’re my only company here. The only one I can talk to who will answer back. I’ve been going crazy alone with my thoughts.” At your last sentence, your eyes wander to a small patch of the wall. It was there that you marked your days in solitude. Etched into the stone was dozens of dash marks. Queenie followed your gaze and bit back a gasp at the sight. It wasn’t until then that she realized just how many days you’d been in here. In her heart, Queenie wanted to tell you everything; the rescue coming up in a mere 6 weeks, the decision she made to help and protect you no matter what, everything. But she suppresses the urge. The less you know, the better. Queenie sighs, “I figured out you were pregnant two months ago. The more I visit you, the more interested Grindelwald will become with you. He may not be a legilimens, but he has eyes and ears everywhere. Your child is an innocent, caught in the crossfire. I want to protect your son.” You feel a surge of thankfulness for Queenie. And yet, you wish that she would still stay with you. “Solitude is the worst type of loneliness,” you confess. As Queenie moves toward the door she says, “I understand that, I really do y/n. But I’m just trying to keep your son safe. It’s better this way. You and I both know he can’t find out about you.” You sigh in defeat. “Goodbye y/n,” she says as she exits. “Bye Queenie,” you murmur back. 

As the blonde girl exits your cell, she marches determinedly back up to her room. Her feet carried her all the way up to the fireplace and she kneels down in front of it. Throwing some floo powder among the flames, she leans her face into the flames. Her face emerges across the continent in Newt’s kitchen fire. “Tina! Newt! Queenie!” she calls out. Her voice is met with a clambering of footsteps and soon, the three people appeared. “What is it?” Theseus asks anxiously. Queenie responds, “I’ve talked with y/n. I didn’t reveal a single bit of the plan, but I did check on your child.” Theseus immediately questions, “And? And is my baby okay? Is y/n okay? Queenie, you’re scaring me.” She answers, “Everything is fine. But I’m keeping my distance from y/n. I won’t speak with her. Because if Grindelwald finds out she’s pregnant. We’re all in trouble. But I’m happy to report that your baby is completely healthy. And your baby knows you Theseus, even if you haven’t been there. Y/n has been telling your child about their father. I’ve read his thoughts. He wants to grow up to be just like you.” Theseus’s jaw drops open, “He?” he gasps, “You mean I’m having a son?” Queenie grins up at him, confirming the answer. Theseus’s blue eyes become watery with emotion. For a moment, he’s stunned, frozen with joy. Then he feels the familiar emotion of sorrow return, as he curses fate for not letting him share these moments with you. He raises a hand to his cheeks, wiping away the stream of tears. He manages to say through the tears, “Queenie. Thank you.” She nods, and reluctantly pulls her face from the flames. 

2 days before Grindelwald’s planned attack on New York 

    Queenie carries your tray of food down the silent stone corridor. She jumps when a figure emerges from the shadows. It was the last person she ever expected to find, Gellert Grindelwald. He strolls closer to the youngest Goldstein sister, smiling eerily at her. “Grindelwald, is there something you need? Someone’s mind you need me to read?” Queenie simpers. He inches closer and closer until she can feel his breath on her face. He begins, “As you well know, the attack on New York is coming up. You may also be aware of the traitors I’ve been forced to deal with. It’s caused me to evaluate those closest to me. As such, I have a proposition for you.” Queenie nods, “What sort of proposition?” Inside, her heart pounded relentlessly against her chest. She had an inkling as to what he would say next. Grinning maliciously, he responds, “The unbreakable vow. You see, I need you to stay here and keep an eye on our prisoner. But I can’t leave, without… hmmm let’s say an insurance policy.” Queenie argues, “But I’m one of your most loyal followers, don’t you trust me?” Grindelwald responds without skipping a beat, “And as one of my most loyal followers, this vow should mean nothing to you, as you wouldn’t dare think of breaking it.” Queenie swallows a retort, and nods silently. Gellert smiles, “Very good.” He calls into the shadows, “Vinda!” His right hand woman emerges from the shadows, wand in hand. “If you would please, perform the unbreakable vow,” he asks her. She smiles, all too happy to oblige. “Queenie, your arm if you please,” Gellert gestures to her. In that split moment, Queenie makes a decision, a decision to do what is right, no matter the consequences. Grasping the platinum blonde man’s arm, they both turn to Rosier. She says, “Queenie Goldstein, do you solemnly swear your loyalty to Gellert Grindelwald.” Queenie responds, “I do.” Vinda continues, “And do you solemnly swear to watch the prisoner in 2 days time, whilst the attack on New York proceeds?” Queenie again says, “I do.” Vinda finally says the dreaded words, “And finally, do you solemnly swear that you will neither aid nor abet any Scamander or Goldstein in a rescue attempt of y/n, doing everything in your power to keep her here?” Queenie gulps, “I do.” The vow is finished and Grindelwald releases his grip on Queenie’s arm. Vinda Rosier shrinks back into the shadows. Grindelwald follows, leaving Queenie with the statement, “You’ve made a noble choice my friend.” She meekly nods and watches him retreat. Then she brings you your tray of food. 

The day of the attack on New York

    Tina and Theseus prepare to leave the ministry, but are called back by Travers’s voice saying, “We could really use your help in New York you know.” Theseus pushes Tina on and turns to talk to his boss. “Look, I told you at the start that finding my wife took precedence. This is our only shot. I’m sorry,” Theseus tells him. Travers nods, and pushes the eldest Scamander on, yelling after him, “Bring her back!” Theseus nods, and departs for Newt’s, preparing to wait for the signal from Queenie’s patronus. 

    Back in your cell at Nurmengard, you sit in discomfort, rubbing your belly in an attempt to soothe the soreness. Now 32 weeks pregnant, your belly protrudes outwards, largely noticeable. “Hey, I know it’s getting cramped in there my love. But I’ll be seeing you before you know it. I can’t wait to gaze upon your darling face,” you gush affectionately. Your baby kicks his foot up to meet your hand in response. You chuckle, “So feisty. Just like your father you are.” You son kicks happily against your hands. “I hope your daddy gets to see you and just how special you are,” you sigh absentmindedly. Unbeknownst to you, the plans to bring you home were quickly headed under way. 

Queenie stands in her bedroom, biting her thumbnail. She had no doubt she was doing the right thing, but she only wished she would get more time with her beloved sister. Before she lost her nerve, Queenie sends her white stallion patronus to the rescue party. As she does so, a burning sensation fills her right arm. Lifting her sleeve, she watches sadly as a fresh scar winds its way around her forearm. The beginning of the end. She waits anxiously for the Scamander’s and her sister to arrive. And then, they do. 

Rolling out of the fireplace, Newt quickly jumps to his feet, dusting himself off nervously. “Queenie are you alright?” he asks, concerned. Smiling weakly, Queenie nods. Next comes the person Queenie was hoping to see most. Tina Goldstein appears in the fire, and she slowly traipses forward. “My sister,” Tina says, barely audible. Despite the growing pain in her arms, Queenie rushes forward, barrelling into her sister’s arms. “Teenie I’m so sorry,” Queenie sobs. Tina runs an affectionate hand through her sister’s hair and murmurs, “It’s all forgiven I promise. I’m here now, that’s all that matters.” Queenie nods thankfully, and releases her sister from her crushing hug. Finally, Theseus Scamander comes leaping out of the green flames, the desperation and determination rolling off of him. He strides up to Queenie and begs, “Please, please take me to my wife.” Queenie nods. Turning to her sister she commands, “You and Newt have to stay here. Vinda Rosier has stayed behind at Grindelwald’s request. We’ve got to be careful.” Tina and Newt nod, accepting this fate. Wordlessly, Queenie marches forward, leading Theseus out the door. And as she begins the trek to the dungeons, she ignores the burning sensation that courses through her, threatening to destroy her soul. 

Three stories below, you slumped against the cold wall, trying to nap. Because as you grow bigger, you spent every conscious moment worrying. Worrying that Theseus wouldn’t come, that maybe he was already dead, that you would be a terrible mother, or that you would fail to protect your child. Your son picks up on your worry and in response, he tosses and turns uncontrollably inside you. “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to worry you. Mommy can’t help it sometimes,” you tell him. You’d officially grown out of the black pajamas that Queenie gave you. Having no other options, Queenie left you with a pajama shirt and pants that she had made. Soft cotton, the blue material nearly matched the exact shade of your husband’s eyes, from what you could remember. Pulling the heavy gray cardigan tighter around your body, you shiver in the cold. Glancing at the wall across from you, you stare ruefully at the tally marks. Some time ago, you’d stopped making them. But you remembered Mrs. Scamander’s best estimate at your wedding of how far along you were. Using that, you determined that you had been stuck in this prison for over 5 months. Your eyes travel downward and you twist your sapphire wedding ring around your swollen finger. “If only you could see us now,” you breathe sadly, thinking of Theseus. He felt like a distant memory and you resented the fact that he might not ever get to meet his son. The world was cruel, and bringing your baby boy into a world with no sympathy, it scared you greatly. Tears came to your eyes and you sigh, “Oh Thes. I’m so sorry we’ve been ripped apart. I don’t even know if you’re alive now but I carry you in my heart. Always. I guess some people are just doomed to tragedy.” And then you say no more, the suffering you felt of not knowing, the thought of never getting to see his wonderfully freckled face again, it was too terrible to voice aloud. Laying your head in your hands, you cry out, your heart aching. You pushed yourself to accept the fact that you would never see him again, that he wasn’t coming. You even told yourself that you would probably die too. Clutching your belly, you sheltered your child against your torturing thoughts, desperately clinging onto your motherly instincts to not give up. Not for you, not for the greater good, not even for Theseus, but for him. You wouldn’t give up because your son needed you. 

Theseus strides quickly but quietly beside Queenie Goldstein. He was endlessly distracted, wondering what kind of state he would find his wife in. Due to his preoccupied thoughts, he didn’t notice Queenie’s grimaces as her pain increased with each step that neared your cell. He knew you were alive, but still he worries. Mind racing, he wonders if you’ll be upset. That you had to wait almost half a year, for him to come get you, when he could have traded the blood pact for you the moment you were taken. Thinking back, Theseus recalled that he wanted to do so, because nothing mattered to him more than you and his son. But Newt made him see that you wouldn’t want that. So Theseus Scamander had to do the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. Wait. He skids to a stop when Queenie throws her arm out in front of him, pulling him from his thoughts run off course. “We’re here,” she whispers. She unlocks the door and it lightly swings open. For the first time since your wedding day, Theseus’s blue eyes find you. And what he sees breaks his heart. He feels his chest tighten as he studies you, unconsciously scanning your body for injuries. Sitting in the corner of your dark, dusty cell, your body hunched over, you muffled your cries into your hands. The sobs wracked your body violently, and you uncontrollably shook. But the voice of an angel pulls you from your tears as Theseus calls out softly to you, croaking, “Y/n?” 

You raise your head to the sound of his voice, positive you were hallucinating. But right before your eyes, Theseus stood in the light from the doorway. Shock coursed through you as you half laugh, half cry hysterically, “I knew you’d find us.” Theseus reaches you in two strides. Through the darkness, you study his deep blue eyes for the first time in five months. Theseus drinks the sight of you in, committing every detail, every joy of this memory, of finding you, to his memory. His eyes gloss over with emotion and he’s helpless to the tears that bubble up onto his cheeks. He sniffles and hastily wipes his cheeks, reminding himself that time is of the essence. Your husband kneels down in front of you. Theseus places his hands on your scrunched up knees. “Darling,” Theseus’s voice cracks. Your hands quickly find their place resting on top of his own. His stare bores into your own e/c eyes. “I’ve gotta get you two out of here,” Theseus’s voice comes out full of desperation. He pulls on your hands, trying to get you to stand up. And just as he goes to do this, your son kicks harshly against your stomach. Yanking your hands from your husband’s, you place them on your stomach. You giggle, “I think someone knows that his father’s finally here.” And even though he knows that there’s a small window to escape, Theseus pushes time aside. His eyes travel to your stomach and his hands follow. Splaying them across your belly, Theseus finally greets his son. “Hello my boy,” he whispers cheerily. Your son happily kicks in response, delighted at Theseus’s presence. “He’s so active,” your husband says in awe. You chuckle, “He’s got your spirit.” Looking back up at you, Theseus gives you a look he has never before. He looks at you with total and newfound levels of admiration, and gratitude. Suddenly, there’s a loud crash and you look towards the door anxiously. Queenie still stood there, but she seemed distracted, and somewhat pained. 

“We have to go. Now,” Theseus urges. Standing up, he moves to your side to aide you. Groaning in fatigue, you place a hand on your massive baby bump, and struggle to stand. Gripping his hand tightly, you let Theseus use his immense strength to help you stand quickly. Not letting go of you, Theseus pushes you quickly towards the door. “Queenie we’ve got hurry,” Theseus tells the blonde. She gives a subdued nod, her eyes briefly lingering on you, before she turns and scurries off down the hallway. “Just keep up with me darling. If you get tired, I can carry you,” Theseus breathes. You nod, already breathless from getting up so fast. Theseus’s left hand grips his wand tightly, and his right hand held tightly in your own palm. He sets off at a brisk pace, pulling you beside him. Queenie marches on ahead of you, anxiety rolling off of her. 

Theseus drags you up multiple flights of stairs and you huff and puff, trying to keep up with his pace. Placing your free hand on your stomach to support it, you grit your teeth and continue forward. But as you round the corner and see another flight of stairs, you groan. Theseus pulls you up the first couple steps, anxious to get you out of harm’s way. But as he pushes forward, you nearly topple backwards down the steps in fatigue. “Thes,” you sigh, “I can’t. I can’t run anymore.” He turns to you, concern filling his features. Without skipping a beat, he moves behind you and scoops you into his arms, bridal style. Adjusting to the weight in his arms, Theseus races up the stairs to catch up with Queenie, his now heavier footsteps echoing through the eerily silent air. 

Finally reaching the corridor where her bedroom lies, Queenie Goldstein can barely suppress her whimpers of pain. Every moment closer to her friends escaping, new scars developed up and down her arms. The unbreakable vow was eating away at her soul. Stopping in front of the door, Queenie fishes in her pocket for something. Theseus takes the moment to set you down gently on your feet. “Almost there darling,” Theseus murmurs, kissing you softly on your forehead. Queenie holds out your wand. “You might need it,” she manages a weak smile. Turning the door knob, she pushes the door open, revealing Newt and Tina. 

Tina’s eyes visibly widen at the sight of her youngest sister, whom she hadn’t seen in a year. Queenie sobs, “Teenie,” as she runs into her arms. And Tina holds her baby sister close, brushing her tears away and mumbling endless apologies in her ear. Newt watches the two affectionately, his heart soaring for his Tina. Theseus is the one to blurt out, “I’m so happy for you, really. But we need to get out of here.” Queenie nods, and reluctantly pulls away from her sister. Stepping over to the fireplace, she reaches into her jar of floo powder. “There’s not much left,” she sighs, “But it’ll have to do.” Dumping what’s left into her hand, she distributes it between all of you. “Newt and Tina, you go first, so that you can begin the protective enchantments. Then Theseus and y/n will follow. I’ll bring up the rear,” Queenie commands. Tina immediately interjects, “Queenie no! They’ll be after you first, we need to get you out of here right away!” Queenie smiles at her sister sadly. “No time to argue,” she says softly, pushing Newt and Tina towards the fireplace. Stepping into the green flames, Newt and Tina take one last glance around the room. And suddenly, the worst happens. 

The door to Queenie’s bedroom flies open violently and standing in the doorway is Vinda Rosier, seething with rage. Tina lifts a foot to step out of the fireplace. “No, you have to go!” you hiss at her. And though he knows that Tina will be angry with him, Newt holds her wrist firmly, and disappears into the floo network. Vinda’s eyes travel from the fireplace, back to Queenie. Theseus pushes you towards the fireplace. “We can’t. We have to help her,” you say as you push back against him. Theseus uses all his strength to continue to push you forward. “We have to go. I’m sorry,” he pleads. A chill settles across the room as Vinda Rosier strides closer. “There’s a reason Grindelwald asked me to stay here,” she simpers, a cold cruelty in her voice. “He knew you were a traitor, only he wanted to make sure. I told him all along you shouldn’t be trusted. Seems I was right,” she laughs. Theseus watches as Vinda raises her wand, the situation escalating. Throwing down his floo powder, he prepares for the two of you to travel. The green flames grow taller and you watch through them helplessly as Vinda points her wand at Queenie. Speaking the words emotionlessly, Rosier exclaims, “Avada Kedavra.” Time stops and as you disappear into the flames, you watch Queenie’s body hit the floor, the life leaving her eyes as you shriek, “QUEENIE!” 

For a moment, you feel nothing, as if you’ve faded into the flames themselves. The next moment, your falling onto Theseus, the two of you toppling into Newt’s kitchen. Bracing yourself against Theseus’s chest, you look down at him intensely. “Are you okay?” you ask him. He nods, words failing him. Rolling off of him, you land on your back. Tina and Newt come into the kitchen just then. Helping you off of the ground, Tina asks eagerly, “Where’s Queenie?” Your face falls and in that moment, your heart breaks for Tina Goldstein. Tina picks up on your sadness and asks gravely, “Where is my sister?” Tears loom in your eyes and you struggle to get the words out. But Tina searches your gaze hopefully, and you knew you had to give her closure. “Queenie’s dead. Vinda killed her,” you sob. Tina’s face turns ghostly white as she whispers, “What?” “Tina she’s gone,” you whimper. And then Tina falls apart. Her cries fill Newt’s kitchen and she crumbles to the ground. Newt is immediately by her side, wrapping his long arms around her. “Tina I’m so sorry,” you say helplessly. She doesn’t hear you, consumed in her grief. Newt rocks her silently in his arms, planting kisses in her hair. You stand frozen in your spot, wishing endlessly that there was something you can do. It’s your husband Theseus, who softly murmurs in your ear, “Come on darling. She needs time.” Your eyes linger on Tina and Newt as Theseus takes your hand, pulling you to your old bedroom. 

Your feet barely carry you as you collapse onto the bed. Dropping your head in your hands, you whisper, “This is all my fault. Queenie’s dead and it’s because of me.” Theseus plants himself beside you, rubbing your shoulders. He replies firmly, “Y/n, this is not your fault. Queenie’s death is not your fault. Please don’t carry that burden, it’s not good for you, or our baby.” Sighing heavily, you lay your hands on your stomach. “Okay in there my love?” you whisper affectionately to your son. He jostles in response. Theseus, spending the last 6 months searching for you, didn’t quite take in the beauty and miracle  of the situation until now. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he says softly, “You are more beautiful now than ever. A glowing goddess. A powerful warrior. And I am so sorry I didn’t get to share a part of this with you. I’m sorry our wedding got cut short. I’m sorry for everything.” Pressing your forehead to his you respond, “Theseus Scamander. None of what happened is your fault. I wish those things didn’t happen either, but we cannot change what has passed. And we’re together now, soon to be a family. That’s all that matters.” And for the first time in six months, Theseus’s lips brush against yours. He brings his hands to your cheeks, reveling in the feeling of your skin beneath his fingers. You were there, he finally had you safe and sound in his arms. He would no longer have to talk to a picture of you. The kiss starts out soft and sweet, but soon the heat between you grows. Pulling away breathlessly, Theseus murmurs in delight, “My wife,” staring at your soft pink swollen lips. Bringing your hands up to your face, you cover his larger ones. “I’m so glad to be home,” you whisper. Theseus responds with a soft wet kiss on your forehead. And slowly, you take Theseus’s hands in your own, and place them on your belly. “One day love, one day, you will know what your Aunt Queenie sacrificed to save you. She kept me safe and in doing so she kept you safe. One day, when you’re older, I’ll tell you just how much we owe to her.” Theseus softly answers, “Everything. We owe everything we have today to Queenie Goldstein. She won’t be forgotten.” A powerful wave of grief washes over you and Theseus runs his hands in circles across your back as you sob into his chest, grieving for your friend. He too, was overcome with grief. Because without Queenie Goldstein, Theseus knew he would have lost his family. Silently, the two of you pray. You pray that wherever she may be, that she be rewarded for paying the ultimate sacrifice for an innocent child, your innocent child. 

One month later 

The day after Queenie died you and Theseus moved back into Newt’s house. Because family was too precious of a thing to not spend every waking moment with the people you love. Jacob moved in shortly after he found out as well. He was the only piece of Queenie that Tina had left, and Tina was the only piece of Queenie that Jacob had left. Early one Sunday morning, you woke at around 5 am, sweat dripping down your face. Groaning, you turn to lay on your side, facing your husband. “Thes,” you whine, poking him in the chest. His eyes flicker open, pulling him from his sleep, and that familiar deep blue meets your gaze. “Is he kicking again?” Theseus asks groggily. You groan, “Everyday this week. 5 am and all of the sudden he wants to play soccer.” Theseus chuckles lightly, a beautiful sound to your ears. You frown, “Well I’m glad you think this is funny. How about I kick you in the stomach to wake you up and see how it feels?” Theseus stops laughing and brushes the hair out of your eyes. He whispers softly, “Don’t worry darling. Just a little while longer. He’ll be here so soon. Just a few more weeks.” Sighing, you reply, “I have never been so uncomfortable in my entire life.” Theseus rubs a hand affectionately across your belly tells you, “I know my darling. And I wish I could take away that discomfort for you. But you have given me the greatest gift. And you’re such a warrior, you’re so strong my love.” Leaning towards your husband, you plant a soft kiss to his lips. Your stomach begins to grumble and you speak into his lips, “I’m hungry. There’s no going back to sleep now.” Theseus chuckles, “Anything for you my love.” Rising to his feet, he comes over to your side of the bed, and helps you up. “I’m the shape of a beach ball!” you shout in frustration, as your belly threatens to tip you over. But Theseus catches your fall, and he leads you slowly into the kitchen. “Eggs and bacon?” he asks you. “Sounds lovely,” you reply. 

While you’re eating, you study your husband carefully and begin to think about what he does for a living. In times of war, with being the head auror, Theseus nearly always had a target on his back. Swallowing your bite, you take his hands and confess, “Darling, I’m worried. I’m so scared that one day I’ll come home, and you’ll have died on one of your missions. It isn’t just you and me anymore. We have a son to look after. I can’t raise him on my own. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” Theseus looks at you and says, “Nothing’s going to happen to me, I promise.” Your voice breaks, “Thes… I just, I need you to be careful. I won’t ask you to step down because I know you won’t. But I need you to be careful. For me.” Leaning forward in his chair, Theseus presses his forehead against your own and answers, “I promise.” 

Working on your illustrations was nearly impossible now that you couldn’t make it down the basement stairs. Nevertheless, you sat on the couch in the living room, trying to draw from memory. Newt and Tina soon emerge from the basement, rounding up lunch in the kitchen. Your eyes linger on Tina and you feel immense sympathy for her. Ever since that night, she was never quite the same again. Tina briefly meets your gaze, and offers you a weak smile. You return it, and then go back to your sketch. Your hands move in quick strokes, rounding out the image. Newt’s 2nd edition had plenty of illustrations you had done, so you decided to draw your husband. Theseus comes up behind you and chuckles, “You’ve exaggerated my handsomeness greatly.” Playfully swatting his arm, you reply, “Nonsense! You are the most handsome man I know Theseus Scamander.” Planting a kiss on the top of your head, he sighs, “Whatever you say darling.” You barely acknowledge him, concentrating on your sketch. 

Theseus wouldn’t return to work, as you were due any day now. This didn’t bother you in the slightest, you missed the first 6 months of your marriage, and you were happy to make up for the time lost. On Thursday morning, you wake up again at 5 am. Expecting to feel your son kicking, you gasp in surprise at the wetness beneath your body. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, a pain shoots through your lower abdomen. And then you feel a dropping sensation. Your son’s head drops into the birthing position. A combination of feelings floods your mind. Anxiety, excitement, fear. Nudging Theseus harsher than you intended, you hiss, “Theseus wake up! Now!” He turns over abruptly, worry etched on his face. “What is it?” he searches your eyes for an explanation. You grunt in exasperation, “Theseus, he’s coming. Now.” And your husband, someone whose usually cool and collected, jumps to his feet, hitting his head on the bedside table in the process. You watch, laughing in spite of the circumstance, as Theseus changes into clothes at record speed. He then races out of your bedroom, yelling, “NEWT! TINA! IT’S TIME!” Slowly, you ease yourself out of bed, following your panicked husband. 

Theseus wastes no time in rounding up his brother and Tina. In his state of panic, he forgot about you. Racing back through the living room, he nearly slams into you. Gripping his arms, you make him stand still. “Darling, darling, you’ve got to relax,” you urge him. He runs a flustered hand through his auburn curls, and takes a deep breath. After he composes himself, he announces, “We’ve got to go.” Leading you into the fireplace, you prepare to travel by floo network. Theseus glances down at your belly. Placing your hand over the bump, you beam, “Time to come home my love.” And you disappear to St. Mungo’s. 

What you had hoped would be a short labor, turned out to be hours and hours long. Moaning in agony, you squeeze Theseus’s hand with an almighty strength as another contraction hits you. “THESEUS GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!” you shriek. Your husband whimpers in pain as his hand pulses beneath your fingers. A healer enters the room you’re in and grimaces at your loud screaming that ricochets off the walls. “You’re getting there,” she reassures you. Theseus has to let your hand go as the healer examines you. He rubs his hand gingerly. Looking up from your hospital bed, you manage to grit through your teeth, “Thes I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your hand.” He waves off your apology. Pulling up a stool, the healer declares, “It’s time for you to push.” Another wave of contractions hits you and you moan in pain. Theseus stands by your side and wipes the sweaty hair from your forehead. Beginning to push, you feel the most excruciating pain, radiating through your body. You quickly give up pushing. You cry, “I can’t do this. I can’t. I’m not strong enough.” Theseus looks at you in bewilderment. “Darling you can do this. Only you can. You’re the strongest person I know. Just a little longer and then he’ll be here,” your husband tells you. “Just give one last push. Just one more push,” his voice echoes. Squeezing your eyes shut, you scream as you welcome your baby into the world. Immense pressure floods your abdomen, followed by extreme relief. You collapse onto the bed, sighing with fatigue. Your eyes flutter shut and you feel as if you could sleep for about a year. The room is filled with silence, further lulling you to sleep, but then, your heart swells. 

The soft melody of your baby’s first cries fills your ears. Bolting up from the mattress, you look around desperately for your little boy. Your heart leaps into your throat when you see Theseus holding your little boy. The freckle faced auror stared down at his son, filled with emotion. Your child looked so tiny in Theseus’s large hands. Theseus smiles up at you, tears leaking from his starry blue gaze. “We did it. You did it,” Theseus whispers. Returning his watery look, you croak, “Can I see my son?” Theseus strides over to you, and lays the tiny child in your arms. Looking down into his face, you smile at your sleeping babe. He looked so much like Theseus. Your son already had small, auburn girls on top of his head. His face was dotted with beautiful freckles, the same as his father. “Oh you’re so beautiful,” you breathed, barely audible. And your son flickered his eyes open at the sound of your voice. And you saw e/c eyes staring back at you, nearly identical to your own. “Hi baby,” you whisper, as he raises his tiny hand. He lets out a small coo that tugs at your heartstrings. 

Theseus steps lightly over to you and sits on the bed next to you, wrapping an arm around you. “You have given me the greatest gift,” Theseus says in awe, kissing your cheek. Nuzzling into your husband’s chest, you sigh in contentment. You sit with Theseus and your son for what feels like ages. Finally, Theseus asks, “What should we call him?” “Something strong. Fierce. He’s a warrior, our little fighter,” you respond. Theseus grins and ponders your statement. After a pause, he says decisively “Caden. We should call him Caden. It means fighter.” Looking down at your son, you test out the name, “Caden.” The baby boy smiles broadly, giggling at your voice. You beam, “I think he likes it. Caden it is then.” Theseus’s arm tightens around you and he leans in to kiss you when a soft knock comes from the door. “Come in,” you call softly, mentally cursing whoever was behind the door for interrupting what was sure to be an intense kiss. 

Newt and Tina peek their heads in the door. “Come in, come in!” you tell them eagerly. Newt practically skips over to the bed, Tina following him, more upbeat than usual. Leaning over the bed, Tina gasps in awe, “Oh he’s so beautiful.” You smile at her, “Thanks Tina.” Looking to Theseus, you decide to tell them. Theseus nods, encouraging you. “Newt, Tina,” you begin, “We would really love it if you would be Caden’s godparents.” Tina audibly gasps and Newt is speechless. Looking up at the couple, you find them both overcome with emotion, but nodding eagerly. “You’re so lucky. What a joy it must be, to have a child,” Tina gushes. Newt looks at her, pleasantly surprised. “So you’d want children. One day of course,” Newt stutters. And for the first time since her sister’s passing, Tina smiles, really smiles a genuine grin. “Yes Newt, one day I want children,” she beams. You chuckle, “You can start with holding mine,” and you gently rest Caden in her arms. Her face lights up as your son grabs her finger with his entire fist. “Hello there little man,” Tina’s voice cracks. Newt wraps an arm around his Tina, and they study their godchild with love and adoration in their eyes. You take this moment to look at your husband. “We did it. I can’t believe we did it,” Theseus shakes his head in disbelief. You respond, “This isn’t even the hard part Theseus. We’ve got to protect him. To raise our son right. I don’t want anything to happen to him. He’s our priority now.” Theseus agrees, “Of course he is, but we can’t live in fear. We will protect him. But there’s no harm in making memories while we do it.” You try to argue with him, but Theseus adds, “Darling, when the feeling of joy is so rare in these times, it would be wrong of us not to revel in it.” Sighing, you agree with him. “I love you Thes,” you whisper. “I love you too y/n,” he kisses your forehead. And when Tina hands you back your son you feel complete again. Content to sit with your own little family for the rest of your days. Smiling back down at your boy, you knew in an instant that you and Theseus would do whatever it takes to make him happy. And you listen to Theseus’s advice, letting the joy wash over you, only focusing on the present, the glorious moment at hand. Feeling your husband’s arms tighten around you, you smile in pure bliss, the two of you cradling your baby, whispering dozens of promises into the night, vowing to give him the life he deserves. 

This concludes “A Slow Burn” Hope you enjoyed! 

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yourocsbackstory week 3: education

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so this ones kinda long huh. tw for ableism, self injurious behaviour, just a lot of crying

But Not Too Familiar (Baby Blues: Interlude)

September 2009

The word school has been fucking you up for a while now. Mum says that’s just how school is. Dad says she’s wrong.

He came into your horrible little room one evening and said he was very sorry for not being a good dad, that he’d promised your previous dad to do a better job, that he would show that bastard Atticus, that he’d get you through school no matter what, all of it, right up to uni. You didn’t really know what uni was.

John said school is designed to make you think you’re meant to be learning French and Geography and stuff, when they’re really sorting you into popular, unpopular or medium. The medium ones, he said, make the best adults. He said occasionally, you get these edge cases—kids who have so many friends that they can’t imagine anyone not liking them, and the ones who don’t have any so no one bothers trying to find them some—those, he said, never last. He wrote all this out on a piece of A5 paper in his own horrible little room, while writing at your mutual parents about things that nine-year-olds don’t concern themselves with.

He also told you not to bother with uni.

•

And he says it again as he pauses outside the gates.

You look around. Ysgol Blodeuwedd Tudur—or Blodeuwedd Tudor Primary School And Nursery, as it says underneath—is bigger and shinier than you imagined. John’s staring at it too. Mum sort of shepherds you both through (is it shepherding if you’re both willing to go? And if theres only two of you?). You can’t see her face from where you are, but she sounds weird, both crosser and gentler. You stop for a second and turn around. She’s got her hand on John’s shoulder and keeps glancing at the other mums.

You’re not yet sure who you’re supposed to know and who you’re not. Maybe the girls who just came out from amongst them and are hugging you. They have nice vibes, rather than the ok and oh no vibes that everyone else has. According to their book bags, they are Cerys Thomas and Louise Yang. They are decent.

The sound of tiny little footsteps brings your attention away from them. You look up to see a stocky, curly haired boy sort of skid to a halt beside you. He raises his arms to wrap them around your neck, then stops.

“Do you remember me?”

You look down. You do remember Diane. Kind of. You don’t remember his middle name, his birthday or his favourite colour, but still…

“I remember you’re my best friend.”

He goes blank for a second, then he hugs you harder then you’ve ever been hugged in your life this year.

“We missed you SO MUCH Mrs Davies was being REALLY MEAN they haven’t changed the REGISTER yet and we thought you moved SCHOOLS—“

“Son, we don’t talk about that in public. And why don’t you let go of Iffy, you’re wobbling her crutches.”

He rearranges his arms into a position more accommodating to your unipedality.

You’re having a hard time thinking; partly from the dread-induced skeletal inertia and enteral pain, partly because there are at least five conversations going on around you (four spoken, one written). John holds this morning’s piece of paper in your direction.

she thinks letting me stay over therell make her look like a bad mother

any idea why she touched me like that? almost rather her wheeling me herself

You read it a few times (sometimes his handwriting is too neat) and shrug. You can’t talk in front of all these people and, well, you can’t write in front of anyone. Before you can dwell on how you’re gonna get through Year 5 if you can’t write, he pulls you over to the patch of concrete by the main doors. Mum hurries after you. She tells him off very quietly while you steal his headphones. He says you used to do that every day before he moved to London. You’re not sure about his taste in music.

•

In Year 1, no one was sure whether you were Iphigenia St. David or Iphigenia Richard or Iphigenia Henderson, so they put you at the top of the register. In Year 5, that means you sit right by the door, on a table with Stacey Ashton, Calum Beddoes, Dai Borgstein and Tonya Bufton. It’s the only table here with 5 seats instead of 4.

And it’s right by Mrs Davies’s desk.

She’s doing the register silently, so no one has to say why Gellert and Harvey and Suzie and Hector aren’t here. Sometimes she looks up sharply at you and raises her eyebrows in a way that says you should be focusing on doing your mental maths. Occasionally she says, “Do you want anything?” in a way that says you shouldn’t be wanting anything at all, no, not you, the girl who could walk and talk and write just fine in Year 4, what makes my class any different, Gina?

But the paper in front of you is evading you right now. Actually, no, it’s not the paper, it’s the white noise of 23 nine-year-olds (and Stacey) not quite whispering, it’s Mrs Davies clickiticlackiting on word or whatever, it’s stacey asking you if you need any help in that loud, over-enunciated way that girls whose birthdays are in September have, it’s the girls on the next table gossiping with Tonya, it’s Tonya turning to look at you and looking back at them and laughing, it’s Calum asking you why you can call Dai Diane and he can’t, it’s everyone calling you Gina, it’s not remembering what your name is meant to be, it’s everything else in your head that’s not letting the mental maths in, it’s everyone telling you things that apparently happened, things that you did, horrible things, things that will keep you up at night for years, it’s Calum snapping his pencil because he knows it makes you cry, it’s the feeling like you’re falling, and you might well be, who gives a f—

It’s Mrs Davies clicking her fingers in front of your face.

Everyone’s staring at you. You don’t move. You don’t say anything.

You can’t.

“Well?”

You don’t answer. Partly because no, you’re not well, anyone can see that, but mostly because… you have no idea what she’s asked of you.

“You know what perimeter is, Gina. D’you want to tell me?”

OK, sure, yeah, you know what a perimeter is. You know how to spell it, you know how to work it out, you know the relationship between it and area (John told you), you—

Maybe you don’t know what perimeter is.

And that’s not the voice she uses with Stacey. Or Tonya. Or anyone else. That’s not even the voice she used in assembly, when all the Key Stage 1 kids were there. That’s the voice that…

Fuck.

“No. Don’t.”

You try and let the sound of your breathing take over the giggling and the eyes upon you, and it kind of works because you’re breathing so loudly. Every muscle in your body is tensed to stop you rocking back and forth.

Or worse.

“Look at me.”

Huh? No. No, you’re not doing that.

“Gina.”

And that’s not your name. You don’t have a name anymore.

Something happens right by your ear, but you can’t identify it amongst everything else. Your eyes squinch shut and for a moment you can see her leaning over you.

You go cold.

You whimper slightly, pulling away, expecting your head to hit metal but theres nothing there. No, god, don’t fall, don’t-

You’re jerked forward, upright. You open your eyes to make sure you’re definitely in the classroom. There’s a voice to your right.

“Mr Lloyd never did that.”

“Well, I’m not Mr Lloyd.”

The hand around your left bicep moves to raise your head.

“Look at me.”

Your head comes up, and you look at her.

And now you are screaming.

“No. we don’t do that.”

You wrench your head to the right to look at Diane, but you can’t look at him, so you stare at the wall like you’re looking for something very specific on the Roald Dahl poster. The wall is too white and too far away. It hurts like hell.

Diane moves somewhat into view. He’s a bit close, bless him, but the blurry shape of his face and hair are easier on your healing eye.

He looks up at Mrs Davies (still shouting, but you’re trying to block her out) and moves away with a start. You can see his expression more clearly now; he’s worried, really worried, but you can’t work out why exactly. No one else seems to be.

After a moment of dithering, he gingerly takes hold of Mrs Davies’s left hand and prises her index finger off you. Something moves in your peripheral vision and you instinctively look back at her. She snatches away her hand, gouging her fingers into your flimsy little arm, feeling the bone. The force almost launches you at Calum. She lunges at Diane with what can only be described as teacherly incredulity.

“Uh-“

That noise. It’s familiar, but you can’t place it. It reminds you of the noise your dad makes when you start crying, but scary. Like she wants to collect more tears from you, not wipe them away. Well, you’re crying now. Is that what she wants?

“Dai?”

Some of the other kids do that fake-gasp-and-real-titter that kids are wont to do when someone’s properly getting what for. A few of them gasp for real, the ones in the quagmire between friend and stranger that bullies so often occupy, the ones that have forgotten that Diane isn’t his real name. Matthew Powell says they’ll do you for saying that to a pupil. Stacey asks if you’re alright again. You certainly don’t look alright—you’re shivering all over now and you’re not sure why. Diane starts crying as well.

Mrs Davies takes her hands off you and frowns at him.

“We don’t need that from you, Dai.”

All the tension from being grasped drains out of you and you flop down onto the table. You try to convince yourself that you’re somewhere else, but you don’t have enough memories of nice places yet. You’re having the same overwhelming sadness as you did when you first got home, but you’re too tired to cry now. Diane isn’t.

You want to comfort him, but Stacey is doing that already. She doesn’t look very good at it; he’s crying in a different way and he keeps reaching out to hold your hand. Mrs Davies says not to give you any attention.

You pretend there’s no one in the room except you and him.

He says your name. Maybe he wants you to look at his face again. You try, because you want him to know you’re alright, and then maybe he’ll be alright too.

But god, you can’t. You just can’t.

He raises his hand again, and Stacey grabs it back.

“No,” she says.

You go cold again.

For fuck’s sake.

•

Mrs Davies sits down at her desk and tells everyone to be quiet and do their work and to Not Give You Any Attention. Even Stacey. Even when you’re making all this noise. And, for the first time today, you remember why you are.

And you don’t fucking like it.

Diane nudges you and gestures to his worksheet. The old John Fairfax manoeuvre.

do you want me to tell her ?

You nod. He wipes the tears of his face and puts his hand up. How does he compose himself so fast?

A few minutes later, you look out the window to the hall. You’re still crying and shivering, so Stacey tries to pull you back down. Diane and Mrs Davies are heading towards reception. A thought occurs to you. Calum grabs one of your crutches and you fall against the bookcase. Mrs Davies turns around, sees you and starts shrieking at you for some reason. You look at Diane and gesture to the Year 1 class as much as you can with no free hands. He gets it.

When Mrs Davies gets to you, she runs her hands down her face, makes a frustrated noise, and drags you out into the hall. You drop your crutches. She makes you sit down (you can’t get back up on your own), puts your worksheet in your left hand (you don’t have a thumb on that hand) and your pencil in your right hand (you’re left handed). She goes back into the classroom. She throws your crutches in your general direction. She slams the door. Fuck, it’s really gonna be like this every day, isn’t it?

You’re really crying now. Your throat has been hurting for quite a while. When you were in the classroom, it hurt to swallow, and now you can’t even feel yourself swallowing. Especially with your prosthetic tongue. and you’re tired as fuck.

You wait for Nesta to come out of Class 1, or at least for Diane to come back. Anyone. There’s a clock at the far end of the hall, but its too far away to see. Whatever. Time is a mystery to you anyway.

All this fear is making you feel like you’re about to both hurl and shit yourself—and to be honest, you wouldn’t really care if you did. You look down at yourself. At your hands. For a second, you swear you’re in hospital again. You emit a blood curdling scream and throw yourself to the side like you normally do, but instead of a mattress or a rail or thin air, there’s just floor.

You see legs.

Nesta says a long something to Diane while you continue to scream, and he starts to go inside. He pauses and turns around. Nesta takes out her notebook, scribbles some stuff down and gives it to him. Hey, you recognise that notebook. While he’s gone, you start to really miss him. You snuggle up to him when he comes back. You stay like that while Nesta goes to reception. You calm down a bit. Mrs jones comes out with her and stalks over to you, telling you to get up. She shuts up when she notices your missing leg and the bruise on your face. She says she doesn’t think you’ve got a concussion, but she’s not sure. Nesta says your dad’s coming to pick you up.

You don’t think school is meant to be like this.

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The Crimes of Grindelwald A. K. A. Boi What The Fuck

Okay. I've seen a lot of people do this and I can see why. I just... I have seen this thing that I love and hate and wanna rewrite and mix up, tear apart, and piece back together with tape and kiss and frame it up on my wall when it's done. I need to rant, so here we go;

Part I The Things I Loved

Grindelwald and Queenie, as @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins puts it, 'bitch bros'. I mean seriously. Blonde? Yes. A bit scary? Yes. Their exes left because they're motherfucking bonkers? Most definitely. Absolutely beautiful in their own ways? Yes hon. I just love these two, okay? M'kay, next.

Vinda 'deeply committed' Rosier sneekin' into her country's Ministry like a boss.

Vinda in pants? Oh yes.

Abernathy dressed an old lady? Funny as fuck and Vinda called him 'madame'.

Abernathy getting his tongue cut off in Gellert's place? Bitch, he deserved it. Where is Percy you asshole?!

Nagini being from Indonesia 🇮🇩 (Yes I am proud, don't shun me for loving my country)

Theseus awkwardly hugging Newt.

Leta telling the story of how she exploded dung bombs under her teacher's desk to join Newt in detention.

Leta flashbacks.

Young Newt is precious.

Regular Newt is a cinnamon roll we must protect him.

Newt licking the sidewalk in broad daylight.

Newt and Jacob bromance.

"Follow the feather"

Jacob and Queenie being all "Jacob no!" "He won't mind" "Jacob..."

The Yusuf Kama parasite thing.

"Calamari..."

Newt heeding Jacob's advice on not saying Tina's eyes are like salamander eyes but she figures it out anyway.

Leta finding Newt and Tina at the ministry.

The Lestrange family is fucked up but I love their history and watching purebloods screw each other over for power and revenge is just funny to me I don't know why.

Gellert's escape from MACUSA.

Gellert showing his followers the outcome of WWlI

Gellert chilling on the roof as he waits for Credence.

Credence's face when he see's Gellert.

Gellert and Albus having a blood pact so that they wouldn't fight each other. (@silverynight and @mischiefs-hawk their married aren't they?)

Aurors fucking shit up and proving Gellert's point.

Credence Aurelius Dumbledore exploding a mountain after he is just given a wand.

Gellert giving Cree a wand and a phoenix.

Gellert and Queenie at the end looking at Cree from the crack in the door.

Bunty asking Newt to take off his shirt. (Don't we all want to see that?)

Baby nifflers.

Regular niffler surviving the whole fire scene.

Niffler stealing from Gellert under his nose, literally.

Scamander bros hugging it out after Leta's death.

Nicolas Flamel being random as hell, but I love this wacky centuries old man anyway.

Matagots turning into kittens.

Giant blue fire dragons.

Part ll Things That Annoy Me (Addressed to Gellert Grindelwald)

Gellert, why did you throw the chupacabra out the window? Poor thing just wanted a hug dammit.

Gellert, did you only kill those people because you wanted their apartment? Did you like the wallpaper or something?

Gellert, did you even notice the niffler stealing the blood pact out of your damn pocket? I saw your foot move to make room for it you ass hat what the fuck?

Gellert, are you seriously telling me you need to smoke out of a goddamn skull to show your followers your visions? That is not healthy, what is wrong with you?

Gellert, why did you kill Leta?

Gellert, where the fuck is your goddamn house? I thought it was in the middle of the Baltic Sea not snowy Austria.

Gellert, where is Percival Graves?

Gellert, why did you not finish off Spielman? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LET HIM HAVE HIS WAND BACK?!

Camera on the Leta scene at Hogwarts was shaky as hell.

Gellert, why are you so blinkered?

Gellert, did you literally name the boy you wanted to kill Dumbledore 'Aurelius Dumbledore'?

The pacing in this movie was a wonderful clusterfuck.

Gellert, did you drug Queenie's tea? Is that why she's acting nuts?

Gellert, did you actually bond with Queenie over your exes? Do not project your heartbreak on that poor woman, she is desperate.

Gellert, did you literally order coffins and a carriage specifically for the bodies of that family you killed? If so, how did you not know about the kid?

Bunty, you look like a nice lady but seriously you are creepy as fuck, not going to lie.

And finally,

Gellert, I am going to blame most of the movie things about scenes, pacing, and camera on the directors, but WHY THE FUCK DOES THE CAMERA FOCUS ONLY ON YOUR FACE?! IT MAKES IT HARD FOR ME AND MY -3 GLASSES TO FOLLOW YOU!

Okay y'all, that's all from me. To tell you the truth, I Loved This Movie. The past few months have been hard on me and seeing this magnificent piece of art had been the break and blessing I needed. I love it, I am going to watch it again. And again. And again. I'm looking forward to the next one.

Listen, for those of you who haven't watched it, sorry for the spoilers, but don't listen to all the critics and the haters. Watch the movie. It has its flaws, but a lot of love went into making it. Please go and enjoy it.

#the crimes of grindelwald #fantastic beasts #gellert grindelwald #albus dumbledore #newt scamander #leta lestrange #tina goldstein #queenie goldstein #jacob kowalski #theseus scamander #nicolas flamel #credence barebone #nagini

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Broken

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2N00dn6

by BananaChef

Words: 3522, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Fantastic Beasts Books

Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tina Goldstein, Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander, Credence Barebone (mentioned), Queenie Goldstein (Mentioned), Gellert Grindelwald (mentioned), Albus Dumbledore (Mentioned), Nagini (Harry Potter), Yusuf Kama, Jacob Kowalski, Leta Lestrange (mentioned), Bunty (Fantastic Beasts)

Relationships: Tina Goldstein & Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein & Jacob Kowalski, Tina Goldstein & Theseus Scamander, Tina Goldstein & Yusuf Kama, Tina Goldstein & Nagini, Newt Scamander & Jacob Kowalski, Newt Scamander & Theseus Scamander, Newt Scamander & Nagini, Newt Scamander & Yusuf Kama, Jacob Kowalski & Theseus Scamander, Jacob Kowalski & Yusuf Kama, Jacob Kowalski & Nagini, Theseus Scamander & Nagini, Theseus Scamander & Yusuf Kama, Nagini & Yusuf Kama, Tina Goldstein/Newt Scamander, Jacob Kowalski/Queenie Goldstein (Mentioned), Theseus Scamander/Leta Lestrange (mentioned), Credence Barebone/Nagini

Additional Tags: Post-Movie 2: Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald, Our main six protagonists coping in the subsequent days after Grindelwald's rally, Newt Scamander is a cinnamon roll, Yusuf apologizes for his CoG crap, Tina cries, Newt comforts her, Tina and Newt feed the beasts, she calls him reckless, They're Just Adorable, okay?, Nagini wears Leta's old clothes, she feels really weird about it, but Tina doesn't have anything to spare, and Theseus insists, Nagini loves the baby nifflers, Everyone Needs A Hug, everyone is a smol bean, cocoa, Tea, Jacob still wishes he was a wizard, Newt and Tina pine for each other, Everyone is a Newtina shipper, fight me, it's practically canon, Right?, Newt rides the kelpie and Tina berates him for not using the Bubble-Head charm, awkward lovebirds, Theseus and Jacob will probably try to set them up, they'll probably fail b/c this isn't gonna be canon divergent, i dunno, i should be sleeping but oh well, newtina, Theta - Freeform, Cragini(?), jaqueenie, <3

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2N00dn6

#ao3feed #fanfic #newtina #newt x tina #Tina goldstein x newt scamander #Tina goldstein #Newt scaman

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Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald Opinions

If it isn’t obvious already, spoilers for Crimes of Grindelwald ahead. Also I apologize for how longwinded this is. I just started typing and before I knew it, I had a novel. Bare with me. 

First off, I would just like to say that I absolutely loved the movie, like LOVED. I don’t think it’s possible for me to watch a movie that takes place in the wizarding world and not love it. 

That being said, I had a few issues, minor ones though. I’ve been seeing a lot of reviews floating around where people are complaining about the fact that the entire movie felt like a set up for another sequel, whereas the first one felt like an actual standalone movie, but like, of course it did??? The first one set up the universe this franchise is going to take place in so obviously it’s a full story. The second one is now setting up the overarching plot that’s going to take place over the next four movies so like obviously a lot of it is going to be exposition of characters and isn’t going to conclude the storyline seeing as each movie isn’t taking place one a year like the HP movies did. 

If I had one actual complaint, it would be that there was A LOT going on at once. Which like, I get it because there’s so many characters to introduce that are going to be important moving forward. It was just a lot of new characters introduced in a short period of time that needed backstories and explaining all at once. As well as, what, like four separate plots happening all at once that all merged together by the end of the movie? Which like yeah I get it, it was just a lot to follow. I did go on to read the screenplay of the movie that just came out, and it was a bit easier to follow than the actual movie, so I 10/10 would recommend reading that. Especially the scene where they’re in the Lestrange family mausoleum, and maybe it was just me but I found the screenplay a little easier to follow what was going on than the actual movie which is weird?? Maybe the movie will be easier second watch through. 

I wasn’t a huge fan of the whole Credence is Leta Lestrange’s long lost brother?? Just kidding no he’s not?? But wait who is he then?? scene because like it was a lot to follow all at once trying to understand who the shit was related and how. Especially considering you’ve got 3 siblings from 3 different sets of parents & then you find out there’s a fourth child that was switched with one of them??? Which again, read the screenplay, it’s easier to follow when you can read full names and go at a slower pace and everything. 

As for the plot twist/cliffhanger at the end, I’m very interested to see where that goes moving forward. I’ve seen many people that think Grindelwald was lying to Credence to gain his trust seeing as he was obviously lying in saying Dumbledore wanted him dead. But I don’t really think that’s the case. Solely because I can’t see them doing the whole “Credence is Leta Lestrange’s brother, psych,” thing only to then turn around and then go, “Credence is Albus Dumbledore’s brother, psych,” immediately following. It would just be kind of ridiculous to have Credence’s parentage revealed only for it to be a red herring twice. 

I’ve also seen a lot of people trying to explain how it wasn’t possible for Credence to be Dumbledore’s brother. I will also say now that after a minimal amount of googling, it 100% is possible, if he’s his half brother only. In this movie (as confirmed by the screenplay), Credence was born in 1901 and was being transported to America in this year. We know Dumbledore’s mother died in 1899, and was killed by Ariana, therefore he can’t be her son. But it’s unknown what year his father died in, just that it was after 1890 in Azkaban. Now, obviously it’s kind of a weird thought but it’s 100% possible that somehow Dumbledore’s father Percival sired another child after he was imprisoned in Azkaban via another woman and that that child is Credence. How Grindelwald knows about this, I have no idea. Especially considering that not much time passes between FB1 and FB2, and he was in custody at MACUSA between the two movies. As well as how Credence ended up in America and Leta ended up back in Britain I’m not exactly sure. But it is completely possible. 

That being said, a bunch of people have pointed out that how is it possible that Dumbledore had another brother that has somehow never been mentioned before now, even though HP takes place after FB obviously. If I had to guess, and it breaks my heart to say this, I’m assuming Credence doesn’t survive the FB franchise because if he died, and Aberforth didn’t know of his existence, then it would make sense why he’s never been mentioned. Dumbledore wasn’t exactly open about Ariana, so it would (plausibly) make sense that Credence was never mentioned. Kinda weird, but still plausible. 

One thing I’ve seen EXCESSIVE amounts of complaining about is the McGonagall cameo. Which like, yeah I get it, it breaks canon. But there’s TONS of people that aren’t aware of McGonagall’s backstory seeing as it wasn’t in the HP books, and even if it were, there was a HELL of a lot of information from the books that never made it to the movies (I’m looking at you, Peeves). So like, just let it go and leave it be??? If you’re gonna be nitpicky about canon you could also argue that they made James & Lily way older than they should’ve been in the movies & technically McGonagall would’ve been 46 the night that they died, but in the movies when she’s at the Dursley’s with Dumbledore she looks WAY older than that. So like, just think of the Pottermore information as part of the book universe and the FB movies as part of the movie universe??? 

Also there was a lot of people I saw that were pissed off that they didn’t make it clear enough that Dumbledore was gay, and that were mad that the story didn’t put enough focus on his feelings toward Grindelwald, which I’m sorry I have to call complete bullshit on. This is only the second instalment of a five movie series and Dumbledore & Grindelwald didn’t even share any scenes together. What did you want?? Dumbledore to cover himself in glitter and strip of his shirt to reveal a tattoo that says I love Gellert???? The Mirror of Erised scene alone couldn’t have made it any clearer that Dumbledore is gay and was in love with Grindelwald. The look of pain on his face alone every time he said he couldn’t make a move against Grindelwald made it VERY CLEAR that there were feelings involved. Also, “we were more than brothers.” What the fuck else could that have meant???? They took a goddamn blood oath that they wouldn’t fight each other. There’s still three movies to go in delving further into their relationship, obviously we’re not going to get the whole story in the second movie. So to all of the people saying it wasn’t clear enough, fuck off. 

As far as the movie as a whole, I LOVED IT. Even if it did have too many plot lines happening at once, I still absolutely loved it. The new characters they introduced were fantastic (I’m kind of in love with Theseus). The new creatures they introduced were FANTASTIC. (somebody buy me a kelpie, and also, BABY NIFFLERS!!!!!). Jude Law was an absolutely perfect Dumbledore. Even Johnny Depp as Grindelwald was super unsettling and did a great job. The opening sequence of Grindelwald breaking out of captivity with the Thestral carriage and the final sequence with Grindelwald’s blue magic against everyone else’s fire were phenomenal. And as much as some people didn’t like the ending, I personally love that Credence and Queenie ended up on Grindelwald’s side (and it makes complete sense why to me too) and I’m super excited to see where that goes from here on out. I loved that everyone lost someone in one way or another too. (Newt & Theseus lost Leta, and Jacob & Tina lost Queenie and Nagini lost Credence to Grindelwald) Everyone’s split on different sides and it definitely sets emotional stakes for everybody moving forward. 

I loved how merciless Grindelwald was too & how powerful they made him. Like he’s chained up in prison and being transported by like twelve aurors and still manages to escape??? finds a baby in the house he took over??? who gives a shit, kill the baby??? he’s goddamn fighting off like ten fully trained wizards at once in the final sequence of the movie BY HIMSELF and is winning until the IMMORTAL BEING that’s 500+ years old shows up, and we’re only in the second movie of five. The final battle sequence in HP was a conclusion of 8 movies & Voldemort’s struggling to fight against one seventeen year old wizard that never even finished school??? Grindelwald is badass as hell. (also, a villain that vapes projections of the future, what more could u want??)

Also, the nostalgia that hit me like a fucking truck when they first panned over Hogwarts and Hedwig’s theme kicked in???? Also young Newt??? Also Leta Lestrange is sick as hell, and I’m not convinced she’s dead yet. 

Basically I’m super into Theseus and Dumbledamn, and I need 2020 to come faster, right now. If anyone wants to scream with me, please shoot me an ask, I need someone to rant to. None of my friends share my excessive HP obsession. Also, I kind of want an entire movie of just Newt taking care of his creatures tbh. 

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. 

#fb #the crimes of grindelwald #discourse