We were laying in his bed. He was bare-chested again and I was wearing a set of his black flannel pajamas because I had forgotten my nightgown and I didn't want to go and get it. They were oversized but quite comfortable. I had never worn pants before. It was a disgrace if ladies wore trousers.

He lay on his back, one arm around me and the other behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling, softly humming a song. I lay close against him enjoying the soft sound he made. Wherever he was, I felt safe. I felt like he was able to protect me.

He stopped humming and I thought he had fallen asleep, until Owyn entered my mind and noted, Uh-oh, he's troubled.

I glanced up at Grindelwald. How can you tell? I questioned nervously. His brow is furrowed and he looks sad.

Wait, how can you see? You're on the ground, I can't even see it from here!

There are many things you still need to discover about me. Only time can tell, dear (Y/N).

Again, those annoying riddles. I hated it when he didn't just give me a straight answer. I wasn't able to connect Owyn's attitude to a centuries-old, wise creature.

I returned my attention to Grindelwald and watched him some time and heard him sigh. ''Is something wrong, sir?'' I asked softly. He looked at me in surprise. ''I thought you were asleep,'' he said. I shook my head and continued, ''Do you want to tell me?''

He sighed again. ''It's nothing. Really,'' he assured me. I didn't quite believe that. When Gellert Grindelwald's troubled, then something must be wrong.

''Someone told me once, that it can bring relief to speak your thoughts,'' I said wisely.

He looked down at me and smirked. ''What mastermind told you that?''

''Oh, no one, really. Just someone I care about.''

His smirk turned into a gentle smile. ''I'm glad to hear that,'' he said, his arms slithering around my waist.

''I was talking about Owyn, actually,'' I said grinning broadly. Grindelwald's smirk returned. ''Now, tell me what's bothering you,'' I insisted. His grin slowly faded, and he sighed again. ''I was just thinking about the age gap between us, and...''

I placed a finger on his lips and shook my head.

''No, I know where you're going, and no you're not too old for me,'' I said. ''I don't care how old you are,'' I said, placing my hand on his chest. ''I really don't.''

He smiled down at me and kissed me gently.

Halfway through the kiss Owyn intruded my mind again. Not your boyfriend, huh?

I growled softly, which made him retreat. ''Did I do something wrong?'' he asked quickly. I shook my head and momentarily hated myself for growling, the kiss could've taken longer!

''No, it wasn't you,'' I assured him. He raised his eyebrows as to say, what's the matter.

I shrugged and looked down. I had to tell him eventually so why not now?

''Owyn can talk to me,'' I blurted out. Was this really the best way to tell him? Just like that?

As he watched me perplexed I felt stupid.

''I mean mentally. He can't actually talk. But he can like, place thoughts in my head,'' I tried. ''I can't explain it really well, I'm sorry.''

''I get it. You can hear Owyn in your head,'' he said. ''This is quite a discovery, (Y/N),'' he said excitedly. ''We will be able to use this new ability to scout areas and cities.''

I nodded. ''When he's of course, feeling better.'' He nodded and petted Owyn carefully. ''This is wonderful!'' he said smiling at me. His eyes were glistening in the soft moonlight, which only made him look more handsome. ''Nice work Owyn,'' he whispered over the edge of the bed at the owl.

Tell him it's no matter and that it's for the Greater Good.

I sniggered and gave him the message, to which he replied with a broad grin.

When he had settled back down again he was gently stroking my hair. ''How long do you already know this?'' he asked curiously.

I shrugged. This is the question I feared. I wasn't going to lie to him a second time. ''A few days, sir,'' I said guiltily. ''I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I wasn't sure how.''

He shook his head and looked at me. ''It's alright. I'm glad you've told me now,'' he said smiling at me. I was relieved at the way he reacted. It could also have ended like it had with Queenie earlier that day.

''To be fair, I haven't been completely honest with you either,'' he confessed slowly. I raised my eyebrows questioningly, afraid of what was coming. Did he regret what we had done? Or did he regret me?

''You remember that dream you had the night when you found Owyn?''

I nodded quietly.

''Well, a few days ago I had a vision. It was about you. About the orphanage where you grew up. I saw you. You were about ten years old, and I saw them hit you. The other children bullied you and they cast you out. It was terrible.'' He pulled me close to him, and my eyes filled with tears at the memories.

''They always punished you when something happened that was related to your magic. But that's not the part I wanted to tell you,'' he said swallowing.

He sighed and whispered, ''(Y/N), you do have a little brother.''

I gasped and sat up, watching him paralyzed. ''W-what are you talking about. I don't have a brother.'' I shook my head.

''(Y/N),'' he said reaching for my arm. I shook my head and got out of the bed. I ran a hand through my hair and closed my eyes.

''(Y/N),'' he tried again. ''No,'' I said softly. ''No, no. I just need some fresh air,'' I said walking to the balcony. He watched me glumly and followed.

''This can't be true. This can't be true. They're dead. I don't have a brother,'' I murmured. "That's why they gave me up."

''(Y/N)?'' he asked softly, approaching me.

I turned to him at full speed, tears streaming down my face. ''How could you keep that from me?'' I whispered angrily.

He seemed shaken by everything but he had managed to retain his composure, unlike me.

''(Y/N), I'm sorry. I was afraid of how you might react. I know it wasn't the right choice, but I've told you now, right?'' he tried.

''I. Can't. Have. A. Brother. They're all dead! Everyone's dead!'' I yelled as more tears erupted from my already swollen eyes.

''(Y/N), listen to me. They died last summer. They were killed. They left your brother at the same orphanage where they left you. They were afraid of what might happen to him if they kept him, just like they did with you. Everything your father said in that dream was true,'' he said.

Even more tears emerged from my already soaked eyes. ''So you think I'm worthless?'' I mumbled.

Now he lost it. ''(Y/N)!'' he yelled. He grabbed my arms and shook me. I watched him startled and with big eyes. Had he just yelled at me?

''I will never think you're worthless. Keep that in mind, young lady! Remember that or I will make you remember!''

He stopped shaking you and sighed tiredly and rubbed his temples. ''(Y/N), I know how you think about yourself, but you should know there actually are people in this world that care about you. Do you understand?'' he demanded softly.

I nodded fearfully. Suddenly I didn't feel right. I felt angry, confused, sad, dizzy and nauseous all at the same time. He stepped towards me and embraced me tightly. ''I'm sorry I shouted at you,'' he whispered in my ear. I sighed and relaxed a little as I felt a bit calmer.

''It's okay. I was the one who started it.'' He pecked the skin just under my ear and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

''Thank you for telling me, I guess,'' I said slowly.

He retreated and smiled. ''I'll try and be more honest with you in the future,'' he promised.

''As will I.'' He kissed me curtly and smiled at me.

We returned to bed and lay in each other's arms until we fell asleep.

Grindelwald's P.O.V (Third Person)

He woke up with you in his arms, still asleep. He watched your face adoringly and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

How could she have ever been an outcast? he questioned himself. He sighed and closed his eyes for just a moment. Suddenly, an idea entered his mind and he grinned when he imagined your reaction.

He slowly and carefully got out of the bed and quickly put on a white shirt. When he was done he looked at you before leaving the room and setting off towards the kitchens where he would make you a well-deserved breakfast in bed.

He tried several different things but failed one after the other. He had burnt the bacon and eggs, the toast was charred and the sausages weren't very likely to be eatable. Despite his inexperience in the kitchen, he had managed to make you a hot cup of tea.

He had never been good at cooking. He had always had his house-elf made him food whenever he was hungry. But this was different, he wanted to make you breakfast himself.

He watched the mess and burnt food. Maybe a little help can't hurt, he thought a little uncertain. He looked around, but of course, there was no one. Not this early in the morning. The house-elves were ordered to arrive at the kitchen at precisely 7:30 in the morning.

He watched the cup of tea and sighed. Was this really all he could make you? Was he really going to just give you a cup of tea? You might understand if he told you the whole story.

He leaned back against the edge of the table and took out his wand in order to clean up the mess.

A loud clang sounded from behind him and he shot around, fixing his gaze on where the sound had come from. He slowly approached it and saw a copper pan float in the air.

''Revelio,'' he muttered. He had always preferred to cast spells verbally, but he never did when other people were with him because using non-verbal spells made him look more powerful.

The vanishing charm lifted and he gasped when he found Queenie sitting on the ground with her back propped up against the stone wall. She had a small wound on her head and a big bruise surrounding it. There went a trail of dried blood down her face ending halfway on her cheek.

He quickly crouched next to her and slapped her face gently. ''Queenie, wake up,'' he said softly.

She didn't stir. The only thing that convinced him she wasn't dead was the slow rising and falling of her chest.

He cast a levitation charm on her so he could take her to the infirmary so they could care for her properly.

A tall, middle-aged witch was scurrying across the room toward him when he entered the enormous hall with Queenie. The room was big and contained many beds.

''Help me lay her down,'' he said carrying her in his arms now.

When she lay in the bed he leaned against the wall as the nurse examined Queenie. ''You said you'd found her in the kitchens, sir?'' she asked looking at him. He nodded.

''She received a blow to the head, I suppose by a pan considering she was in the kitchens, but that doesn't explain the two small circular marks on her head,'' she said focussing on Queenie again.

The nurse had cleaned the blood and now you could see two small red marks. ''Do you have any idea what it can possibly be?'' he asked. ''I have checked her on poisoning and fever, but this isn't the case. To be fair, sir,'' she said looking up. ''The marks look like bite marks, but I'm not sure what that means, I'm not a Magizoologist, and I advise you to visit one. From there, this is as much as a riddle to me as to yourself.''

He closed his eyes and sighed. ''I propose you get some rest while I'll make sure nothing happens to her,'' the nurse said smiling gently. He nodded. ''Don't forget to check on her as much as possible,'' he said.

The nurse nodded reassuringly and he returned to his quarters with a troubled mind. He lay back down next to you, still fully dressed.

After some time, you stirred and stretched. You blinked slowly, squeezing your eyes shut at the sudden flood of light.

''Good morning,'' you said softly. He looked at you and smiled slightly. ''Good morning,'' he mumbled.

He seemed even more troubled than the night before.

You propped yourself up on your elbow and watched him. ''Has something happened, sir? Why are you already dressed?'' you asked a little concerned.

He started to explain what had happened, to Queenie and the small marks on her head.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

''That's horrible!'' I said shocked. I felt a wave of guilt flow through me. ''I mean, yeah my cooking is bad but horrible?'' he said grinning. I slapped him gently on his chest. ''I'm serious.''

''Okay, so it is that bad,'' he stated, smirking at me.

I couldn't manage to smile but needed more details about what happened if he wanted me not to be concerned. ''Where's she now?'' I asked.

''Right now she's at the infirmary. The nurse promised to notify me immediately after any changes, don't worry,'' he said smiling gently.

We lay there in silence for some time. I wasn't sure what to say. To be fair I didn't feel the urge to say anything at all, but once the image of him miserably failing to make me breakfast popped into my head, I couldn't help but say,

''So you've failed to make me breakfast?'' I asked looking at him gravely. He nodded and swallowed. Were you going to tell him he was pathetic because he couldn't make breakfast?

''Well then, I think it's time for your first cooking lesson.''

He watched me surprised, but then slowly grinned. ''Who will be teaching me?'' he asked raising his eyebrows.

''Me, of course.''