It didn't take long before sleep overtook me again.

I was standing in a room with black walls, black ceiling, and even the ground was black.

People were surrounding me.

When I looked around I saw Queenie standing next to me, completely transformed. She wore a stoic expression.

Several people stepped forth from the crowd, while the others dissolved.

''Is this your new friend?'' a woman with short black hair asked annoyed. She matched Queenie's description of her sister, so I supposed it was Tina Goldstein.

''Look what they've done to you,'' she yelled angrily. ''This is all their fault. You should never have joined that insufferable white-haired coward!''

I felt anger bubbling up inside of me. I tried to speak, to yell at her that she was wrong, that she didn't know him. But I couldn't open my mouth. I felt an invisible force keeping it tightly shut.

A man stepped next to Tina. He had long brown hair that fell over his eyes. ''Queenie, it's still not too late to turn back. We will be able to help you. We're your friends and family,'' he said.

Tina shushed him and turned around. ''I think we're too late, Newt. Look at her.''

I glanced at Queenie, who still stood there with a stoic expression. Her distant eyes fixed on Tina and Newt.

Liars!

Suddenly Tina snapped her head towards me. ''Am I a liar?'' she asked dangerously. I watched her with big eyes. How had she heard me?

I watched her as angrily as I could and nodded roughly.

I tried to walk towards Queenie, but my legs seemed to be glued to the ground.

Tina was slowly approaching me, a deadly glare in her eyes. ''And would you care to explain what exactly am I lying about?'' she asked softly.

I tried to speak, but no sound would come from my mouth.

Newt was watching me sympathetically while Tina approached me. She stopped less than a foot away from me, and whispered, ''I didn't think so.''

She turned back to Queenie and started talking to her.

I was concentrating with all my power on my voice, but it felt just out of reach. I managed to open my mouth, and after what felt like an eternity, I whispered, ''Queenie.''

I gasped and looked at her. Her gaze was fixed on me now, her eyes coming a little bit back to life and she nodded slightly.

I felt sweat forming on my brow. ''They're...lying,'' I managed to say. She nodded. ''I know,'' she whispered. Her voice felt cold, and it sent a shiver up my spine. ''Stay...with...us,'' I said gasping.

She blinked and turned back to Tina. ''Come back to us, Queenie,'' Tina said holding out her hand. ''We're your family. Not those people. They're just using you.''

Queenie watched her hand hesitantly.

A second man stepped from the shadows and into view. ''Queenie, honey,'' the man said holding his arms open.

''Please, come back to me.''

It was Jacob Kowalski. The Muggle Queenie had left behind when she joined the Greater Good. The Muggle she was still fighting for.

''Look what they've done to you, sweetheart. Look at what they've done to you,'' he said, tears welling up in his eyes.

''You belong with us. With me. Please, come back.''

He had almost reached her, and I was trying to move with all my power, but I couldn't.

Jacob was only five steps away now, and I managed to take a small step towards Queenie. And another after some time. And another. And another.

''Queenie,'' Jacob said. Queenie looked into his eyes. ''You belong with us.''

He was leaning forward to hug her.

''Queenie!'' I yelled as I forced my feet to step forward, towards her.

''Get me back,'' she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek. She smiled curtly and then she was gone.

I woke, once again, troubled and sweaty. But this time, in the arms of Grindelwald, my...

Boyfriend, Owyn said amused.

I wasn't able to put up a good fight. I hated my nightmares generally, but this one had seemed to suck out all of my energy.

Owyn, I have to get Queenie her old personality back, I thought urgently.

I felt his presence in my mind but doubted if he was really there when he didn't reply.

I think we first have to wait for her to awake. Then, we can decide what to do. Don't stress. I know this is really important, but calm down.

How was I supposed to calm down? I just had another nightmare about Queenie in vampire form, again giving me the same message. That couldn't have been a coincidence, now could it?

How was I supposed to convince her it was worth fighting for her old self?

I glanced up at Grindelwald, who was still asleep, snoring softly.

I didn't want to wake him. I didn't want to bother him with my troubled thoughts. At least not wake him for it.

Besides, I lay there quite comfortable so I decided it was worth waiting for him to awake.

I closed my eyes several times, but sleep would not return.

After some time Grindelwald started mumbling and muttering in his sleep. At first, I thought he was awake, but he wasn't.

I tried to ignore it but stirred when I heard my name.

I was staring up at him as he continued to mumble.

Suddenly, without warning, his eyes opened and he was looking down at me. First, disorientated but when he recovered from the drowsiness, he watched me questioningly.

''Is something wrong?'' he asked softly as I continued to stare at him. I slowly shook my head. ''Did you know you talk in your sleep, sir?''

He watched me curiously. ''No, I didn't. What did I say?''

''My name.''

His cheeks grew slightly pink, which was striking next to his pale skin.

Was that a good or a bad sign?

I was smirking at him. ''What?'' he said innocently. I grinned and shrugged. ''I don't know. Tell me about what you dreamed,'' I said eagerly.

Now he was the one grinning. ''That is not supposed to be heard by younger audiences.''

I watched him with disgust and slapped him on the chest. ''What kind of disgusting dreams do you have about me?'' I said holding back my chuckle.

''Hm, do you really want to know? I might make an exception,'' he said leaning down towards me.

''I'm not sure if I can take it.''

''We can find out,'' he said kissing me softly.

''We might.'' I kissed him back.

The kiss quickly turned deep and before I knew it he had pinned me on my back on the bed and was hovering over me.

''And? Can you take it?'' he whispered grinning. I smirked and said, ''I need some time to consider, sir.''

Shivers ran up his spine and he leaned down to kiss you again.

Suddenly you felt a presence in your mind. At first, you thought it was Owyn who was ready to interrupt as best as he could, but it wasn't Owyn.

It was Queenie's voice. Find the key to my heart and save me.

I gasped when I realized she had entered my mind and had talked to me.

Grindelwald retreated quickly, not sure if he did something wrong.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I watched him shocked.

''What's wrong?'' he asked anxiously. Your gaze was fixed on him and you were breathing heavily.

''(Y/N), what's wrong?'' he said sternly.

A tear rolled down my cheek. ''Queenie,'' I choked out. ''S-she talked to me.''

''Through your mind?'' he questioned softly. I nodded slowly and waited until I had calmed a bit before I said, ''Find the key to my heart and save me. That's what she said,'' I recited.

''We will think about that later. What I care about the most is if you're alright.''

I nodded hesitantly. ''It was just a bit frightening, but I think I'm alright now.''

He sat next to me. ''Is it rude to say I don't quite believe you?'' he asked, his platinum-blonde eyebrows raised.

''Apparently, you know me better than I thought,'' I said glancing at him. He shrugged and smiled.

''It's okay to be shocked by this. Come here,'' he said embracing me tightly. ''Do you want to go and see her?'' he proposed. I was still in his embrace when a sob escaped my mouth.

I nodded and hugged him back. ''Thank you,'' I whispered.

''It's going to be fine. We're going to solve this problem. Queenie is going to be fine.''

We went to visit Queenie, but before we entered we could hear screams coming from the infirmary.

''That's Queenie,'' Grindelwald said, anxiously looking at me.

''Stay here,'' he commanded. He opened the doors and went inside.

It felt like he was gone for an eternity. Her screams grew louder and louder, and I couldn't take it anymore.

I took my wand and opened the doors.

Queenie lay on the same bed as before, writhing uncontrollably.

Her face was pale and her incisors had already reached over her lower lip.

Grindelwald was talking to the nurse and both were pointing their wands at Queenie. When he saw me, his face hardened and he was approaching me quickly.

''I told you to stay outside,'' he said sternly.

''I-I'm sorry. I just couldn't take it! She's my friend.''

He rubbed his temples. ''Fine, stay. But you're going to help us ease the pain for her,'' he said.

''Of course.''

We approached the bed and I pointed my wand at her and muttered all the healing spells I could remember from my time at Hogwarts.

The nurse took a potion from one of the cabinets at the back of the room and poured some of it into a cup.

She raised Queenie's head and forced her to drink from it.

Slowly, the screams grew quieter and faded into silence.

Grindelwald approached me and stopped a few feet away. ''Outside,'' he said coldly. He lead me out of the infirmary and closed the doors behind him.

He watched me angrily. ''Our relationship doesn't change the fact that I still expect you to do as I say,'' he said.

I was looking at my hands and felt terrible. Queenie was in immense pain, and I still felt guilty for it.

''I'm sorry, sir,'' I mumbled.

He sighed tiredly. ''You should return to your quarters. I'm going to talk to the nurse,'' he said returning into the room and leaving you with tears in your eyes.