Anyone got any theories for what's going to happen to Theseus in the upcoming movies? And has anyone read the Theory that Leta is still alive? I hope she is! Let me know what you think in the comments!

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Linda's heart is pounding out of her chest. She's just apparated out of the French Ministry with Grindelwald. What has gotten into her? She takes a look up at the elegant French building in-front of her. Linda tries to convince herself that she's here solely to get the research and will leave soon after... however the truth is not that simple.

"Come in my dear," says Grindelwald warmly. He leads her into the French apartment it's opulence apparent. The artwork everywhere is absolutely stunning, everything about the household screams opulence.

"It's beautiful," says Linda in awe.

"I'm glad you like it my dear, it was gifted to me by a good friend of mine," says Grindelwald.

"Then how come the ministry doesn't know about this place? They would have been able to track—"

"He was a very... cautious man. He liked to keep everything off the books," replies Grindelwald. Linda seems to accept this answer and move on. They continue up the steps to the apartment and walk past a closed door to an office. "Linda if you'd be so kind to sit down here while I instruct my brother here as to where he might find the books you seek," says Grindelwald as he gestures to the seat behind the desk.

Linda moves to question him, but the doors are closed and she is left alone in the office. She paces anxiously around the room, questioning what she's doing in the middle of the most wanted man's study. What has she done? What will Theseus think? What would Newt think? Will she lose her job? She tries to occupy herself by looking around the room, until her eyes settle on a single object; a skull with a pipe attached.

She slowly makes her way over to inspect it as it sits on the shelf. Something about it is just so... intriguing. She reaches out to touch it but the opening of the door causes her to gasp and quickly recoil.

"That my dear, is something I think you would find great interest in," says Grindelwald amusedly. He walks over to pick up the object and takes it over to the desk closing the blinds on his way. The two of them sit down across from one another looking at the scull placed in the middle of the table. "I'm sure you're familiar with Divination my dear," she nods in confirmation. "This skull helps me to see glimpses of the future. There's something that I want you to see."

Grindelwald inhales a puff of smoke before the dark room is suddenly lit once again. Images flash before Linda's eyes. It looks like the Great War to her at first. The images in front of her mix with her own memories of war, people screaming, Theseus by her side fighting with her. She's tried her best to keep these memories buried, something she knows Theseus still struggles with, but they come back. She never wants to have to be in a situation like that again, something she and Theseus had vowed to never be a part of again. it was supposed to be the War to end all wars. Don't get them wrong, they have no regrets saving lives and winning the war for the good side, but it takes a toll on a person.

But then Linda begins to notice that the muggles machines look like the tanks she'd seen near the end of the Great War except they're bigger, stronger. And where are the horses? Planes larger than Linda has ever seen fly around the room and drop bombs onto the villages below. It hits Linda then and there; this isn't a war she's seen before. It's one that's coming.

"What is this?" says Linda horrified.

"This is the future my dear. This is the Second Great War, started by the muggles once again. The death toll will be in the millions," replies Grindelwald. "But I haven't even shown you the worst part yet."

The images change, suddenly she sees the largest explosion she's ever seen, a whole city by the looks of it going up in a cloud shaped like a mushroom. Hurdrends of thousands of people would be killed in that blast alone. And then she sees people so thin she can basically see through them. Then those people being killed in cold blood. And then the worst images of them all, children being experimented on.

"What is this?" cries Linda as the images dissipate. "Why are you showing me this?"

"Because Linda this is your future."

"No, my future ends in eight months. I won't be around to be able to stop these things from happening."

"Not if I have anything to say about that," assures Grindelwald. Just then there's a knock on the door and a man enters along with a floating tea set. He hands Grindelwald the book before exiting the room and closing the doors again. The tea set arranges itself on the table, one cup and saucer in front of both of them. The teapot then pours itself into the two cups. Linda watches Grindelwald as he absently flips through the book while sipping his tea, seemingly searching for something.

Linda figures that if Grindelwald is drinking the tea that it's safe for her to drink. She does a small non-verbal spell under the table just to make sure. Once she realizes the tea is safe she begins to drink. Taking an inventory of her situation Linda realizes how strange this all really is. She's sitting in a room with the supposed most violent and ruthless man in the magical world, yet here he is drinking tea with her on a peaceful afternoon, while researching the cure to her disease. How can anyone think he's really that awful?

"Ah ha, here it is," says Grindelwald flipping the book for Linda to read. "My thoughts on curing Systemic Lupus Ertyhomus," reads Grindelwald.

Linda picks up the book and begins to read where Grindelwald has left off. "It is highly possible for a person to be cured of this disease. My proposal would be to approach the disease in three steps. The first deriving from what muggles call Eugenics, any person with this disease has most likely inherited it, much like one inherits hair colour; this can be fixed by a potion that changes your physical structure. The next step would be to release an agent into the subject's blood stream to eliminate any and all essence that has been destroying the body. The final step, and the most difficult would be for the organs to be reset while still in this changed physical state... unfortunately I believe the only way to do this with permanent results is for the subject to stop their heart for a few moments, this way when the patient is brought back their body will accept the changed physical state as it's natural one. The steps and ingredients can be found here," finishes Linda.

She looks over the list of ingredients and steps for the potion. However, a lot of the ingredients seem to be expensive and rare. Something Linda's not even sure Dumbledore can pull off.  "Most of it seems to resemble a poly juice potion, except the ingredients that change your appearance seem to be switched out for ones with more regenerative properties," analyzes Linda.

"Smart girl," smiles Grindelwald. "You must have done very well in Potions."

"I did," half-jokes Linda not taking her head out of the book. "Don't use my skills much now though, being an Auror and all." Linda catches her words and realizes what she's said. She's an Auror for Merlin's sake! She should be arresting this man. She slowly draws her want again, pointing it at Grindelwald.

"Linda, you and I both know that you're not going to harm me, and I'm not going to harm you," says Grindelwald with his hands raised in surrender.

"I have the book now? What's to stop me from running away with it?"

"Linda those ingredients on that list... I will get them for you, I promise. The Ministry, Dumbledore, they can't— they won't do it in time. But I will."

"So is that your big plan then, huh?" spits Linda as tears come out of her eyes. ""Dangle the cure over me so I become one of your little minion?"

"I assure you my dear, that is not the case." He reaches for her non-wand hand and holds it. "I want you to live Linda whether you choose to come with me or not; I think you can stop all of those terrible things from happening to good people, because it's always the people who have beaten down the most that know how to stand up."

The confusion is now evident in Linda's eyes, but Grindelwald continues. "I can see that you need some time to think on your own little one. I'll be here gathering the necessary ingredients for the potion, no need to worry about that. Go wherever you're meant to rendezvous with your contacts, but keep one thing in mind. Do they care enough about you to get those ingredients, and if they get them in time, and if you live, what kind of future will you be stepping into?"

Linda readies herself to disaparate to the location that Dumbledore had given her before she left. With the flick of her wand she disappears into the air.

Just as her body has left the apartment the door opens and one of Grindelwald's henchmen comes through the door. "Did your meeting go as planned sir?"

"Yes, it went very well," replies Grindelwald menacingly.

It's night time when Linda arrives at the safe house. Although it seems like she's not the only one whose arrived there.

"Newt?"

The man turns around revealing his goofy yet, surprised smile. She rushes up to hug him. "Oh Newt you're a sight for sore eyes."

"L-Linda we've been over this before, I'm not really the hugging type."

"And I though I told you that you don't get a vote."

"Hey look who it is! It's trunk girl!" exclaims Jacob from behind.

"Nice to see you again Jacob," says Linda cheerily hugging him. She'll gladly welcomes Jacob's comic relief from her current situation.

Linda then turns her attention to the woman behind Jacob with a bob style haircut and a trench coat. The two stare at each other for a moment —causing Newt and Jacob to look at one another questioning whether or not the women were about to yell at each other— before smiling. "Tina, it's so wonderful to finally meet you, Newt's told me so much about you! Plus it's not everyday that you happen to run into another female Auror."

"Newt talks about me?" asks Tina.

"No— well yes I do— but not too much. I would say I talk about you a normal amount," stutters Newt.

"Smooth," whispers Jacob into Newt's ear.

The two women roll their eyes at Newt and continue their conversation. "Does he give you flack too for being an Auror?" asks Tina.

"Oh my goodness, all the time. He doesn't shut up about how Aurors apparently don't think before casting!" replies Linda.

"You know I think I preferred it better when I thought they were going to fight," whispers Newt to Jacob. The group continues their chat inside the safe house. Tina, Newt, and Jacob fill in Linda on their adventures so far in Paris: how they met Kama the man unconscious at the moment, their dealings with the Zowu, and how they still haven't managed to find Queenie.

"What have you been up to in Paris Linda?" asks Tina politely.

"Um well... officially I'm on a mission with you right now."

"With me?"

"I told them that you'd requested me to come help you find Credence. But honestly, I had some... personal business at the Ministry here and needed a reason for them to let me go. But it doesn't look like my little solo trip is going to last long because your brother," says Linda motioning to Newt, "is coming tomorrow morning."

"He's coming here? To Paris? Why?" asks Newt.

"The Ministry thinks that Credence and Grindelwald are here, not to mention the fact that they think you're some kind of spy for Dumbledore who is also secretly sided with Grindelwald." Everyone looks at her in confusion. "It's complicated all right. The point is, you need to stay out of trouble and out of sight, and I need to clear out of here by tomorrow morning so they can't find me or you."

"Wait why don't you want them to find you?" questions Tina.

"I'm not sure I can go back to them yet, there's a few things that I need to gather before that."

"But Linda, Theseus 'll be worried sick!" says Newt. "I'm actually surprised that he's not here right now."

"Wait wait wait," says Jacob. "Your brother's name is Theseus? What are you ancient greek?"

Everyone in the room shoots him a glare. "Geez, tough crowd. But anyways, why don't you want to see your brother Newt? Can't he help us like trunk girl—"

"—Linda."

"— And help us find Credence?" asks Jacob.

Newt shakes his head. "He can't help us. He already went out of his way to warn me about being watched; I doubt that he'd be able to help us without getting caught."

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Later that night, once Linda thinks everyone is asleep, she makes her way over to a book on the shelf. She opens it up to the correct page and waits a moment for Dumbledore to join her.

"Ah Linda, I'm glad you found the safe house alright. Did you find what you needed?" asks Dumbledore. 

"Yes and no. I didn't find a cure. But I found a recipe for a potion and instructions," lies Linda. She  begins to read the instructions aloud and Dumbledore listens carefully as he takes them down. "... and then you have to restart the body..."

Dumbledore looks up from his note book in shock. "Linda the ministry would never approve this. They don't have the resources but they can't kill someone on purpose, even if it is to save their life."

Linda stares at him waiting for him to realize what she's insinuating. 

"You want me to kill you? What if this doesn't work Linda and you die on the table? I already have Theseus angry with me for just keeping this secret, let alone being responsible for your death."

"Please sir, you're my only hope," Linda begs.

"Linda I don't even know if we can get these ingredients. Let alone the fact that I could very well end up killing you," says Dumbledore, hints of uncharacteristic stress sounding through his voice. 

Linda begins to tear up, her emotions swelling. "Please you have to, or I'll die!"

"Linda, you're the closest thing I have to a daughter you can't just ask me to kill you!" 

"I'm asking you to help me live," she replies simply and evenly. When Dumbledore gives no immediate response slams the book shut, cutting him off mid calling her name.

She silently begins to cry, making sure that no one can hear her. She's left with only two options choose Grindelwald or choose death.

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Later that night Linda can't fall asleep as she sits by the fire. She has a large warm blanket wrapped around herself, just like her thoughts are at the moment. It's been a long day. It feels like she was at Hogwarts weeks ago and not the mere hours it had actually been.

She doesn't want to think about Grindwald anymore so she pushes her mind to something else that's bothering her; Theseus. She know that their fight earlier was just a small blip in the road, but she's more so stuck on what Leta has said.

Linda's always loved Theseus and she's always known that he loves her, but she never knew he was in love with her. Sure she'd caught feelings from time to time, but she never thought that dating someone as important to her as Theseus was a good idea.

So when he had suggested starting a family together, because why not, Linda was down. She could have the best of both worlds. But before that could happen, she knew she has to clear the air and tell him about her past feelings for Newt. What she didn't know is it broke his heart, but she knew that it broke hers. If she could have just fallen for the right Scamander from the beginning so many complications could have been prevented.

Linda doesn't even want to think about what Theseus would do if he ever found out about the extent of her sickness, or her meeting Grindelwald. If there's ever something that could get Theseus to stop loving her it would be those two factors.

Just then another person comes to join her by the fire; Newt. "Looks like I'm not the only one who couldn't sleep."

"Just thinking about everything."

"Everything seems like quite a lot to think about."

Linda smiles. "That's why I love you Newt. Everything in your eyes just seems so.... colourful."

"Well sometimes things aren't as black and white as people make them out to be."

Linda turns to him with a sudden urgency. "If I did something bad, like really bad, would you hate me?"

Newt considers his answer very carefully. "Honestly no, I don't think I could ever hate you. But I also can't imagine you doing something that bad. You're a very middle headed person Linda, everything you do is to help people."

"What about your brother?"

"Well as I'm sure you're aware Theseus isn't as... opened minded about most things as I am. But he's already made up his mind about you Linda, a long time ago. He loves you, even I can see that which is saying something—"

"Newt your brother can't love me, because I'm sick. In an incurable lose-lose kind of way."

"You're sick? Why haven't you told me? Have you told Theseus? Your parents?"

"No I haven't."

"Linda how bad is it?"

"I'm dying Newt. I'll be dead in eight months," says Linda morbidly. 

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" says Newt angrily.

"I wanted to find the cure first Newt, so no one ever had to know that I was sick; and I was so close.  I came to Paris to find the cure, but all I got was this stupid book that has a recipe for a potion that contains the most obscure ingredients you can think of. But then on the other hand..."

Linda debates as to how much she should really be divulging so she decides to be vague. "There's someone who I met with who can get me these ingredients but Theseus wouldn't approve of the.... methods they use. Not to mention the fact that I've already lied to him once today and that he tried to beat up Dumbledore—"

"He did what?"

"Never mind that, Newt I don't know what to do. About Theseus, about the cure... I have no clue."

"Linda I think you need to take that cure," Linda looks at him wide eyed, not expecting his answer. She moves to object. "Who ever has it can't be that bad, you have good judgement —well maybe except when it comes to my brother— but I can't lose you Linda, you're my best friend. Theseus can't lose you, I wouldn't want to see his reaction I'd be so scared, his temper and all." 

Linda sniffles. "Newt you don't understand. If I choose to live I won't deserve to live. I can't—"

"If you don't choose to live for you, do it for Theseus, do it for me Linda." There's a brief pause in the conversation that allows for Linda to really absorb what Newt has said and some o the tension clears out of the air. "So Theseus really tried to beat up Dumbledore?"

Linda snorts. "Yea he did."

"Did Dumbledore punch him?"

"No."

"I wish he did." 

Linda shoves Newt playfully. "Jerk."