Moving my stuff didn't take long. And before I knew it, I lay in his bed again. But this time, alone.

The sky had already turned dark and stars had started to pop out.

Grindelwald had promised me he'd return as quickly as possible. He still had some important work to do, so he left me alone.

He had told me at least ten times to touch the pendant and call for him if something happened to me, to which I in reply reassured him everything would be fine and that this Jonathan Brook was gone.

After I had finally managed to convince him I was perfectly safe, he smiled at me and left the room.

Once his footsteps had faded away into silence, I immediately felt uncomfortable. I kept turning and looking over my shoulder, afraid someone might be standing in the corner of the room, smirking at me.

I groaned in frustration and took my wand from the bedside table and lit the candles.

I leaned against the wall behind me and pulled my knees to my chest.

Sighing, a tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek.

I had hoped I could manage to forget about what had happened and just carry on with my life, but now that felt like I was trying to catch lightning.

Are you alright? Owyn's calm and soft voice asked.

I sighed again and said, ''I don't know.''

There was a silence and a thought crept into my mind.

''Owyn? Do you know anything about what could've happened to Queenie?'' I asked looking at the wall opposite of me.

I'm sorry, but that is a question none of us can answer. Except, maybe, Queenie herself.

I frowned deeply. ''Do you really think she might remember?''

I'm not sure, but it can't hurt to try.

I supposed he was right.

I walked onto the balcony and closed my eyes, enjoying the silence and the soft wind blowing against my skin.

I opened my eyes when I heard a bird flutter closeby and saw a dark raven standing on the balustrade. He screeched and stuck out its claw to me. It watched me with deep, pitch black eyes.

I knew those eyes. I recognized them. Eyes as dark as the night and a menacing screech.

I noticed a small piece of parchment bound to its claw. I quickly took it and watched the bird take off and soar through the air.

Once I lost sight of him I drew my attention to the parchment.

I opened it and found a small note scribbled down.

Enjoy your life, while you still can.

I gasped and looked around anxiously.

Was I being watched? Was this a threat? Is someone trying to kill me?

I stared, paralyzed, into the distance. I felt panic bubble up inside of me, but I couldn't move. My eyes watered and I felt a tear slowly slide down.

I could hear footsteps nearing the door and I couldn't help but jerk around and point my wand at it, ready to strike right when it would open.

The footsteps stopped, and the door slowly creaked open.

I would wait for the first glance before firing a spell.

I held my breath, ready to cast the curse.

Someone stepped inside, staring at me with big eyes. ''(Y/N),'' Grindelwald said slowly walking towards me. ''What are you doing?''

I had my gaze fixed on him. ''Stop walking!'' I shouted defensively.

He halted and held up his hands. ''(Y/N), it's me,'' he said softly. ''Put down your wand.''

I ignored him and said with tears in my eyes, ''How do I know it's really you?''

''You could be anyone!''

He frowned and watched me with concern.

''What did you say to me in my first nightmare?'' I demanded. If he really was who he said he was, he would have no trouble answering.

''(Y/N), this isn't necessary.''

''Answer me!''

He sighed and closed his eyes. ''That you're worthless,'' he muttered.

It was him. It couldn't be anyone else. I had no one, besides him, told about my dream, and I had made sure my Occlumency shields were unable to break when I asked him the question and I also couldn't sense anyone trying to break into my mind.

I dropped my wand on the floor but still had my gaze fixed on him, tears slowly dripping down. ''(Y/N).'' He quickly approached me and pulled me into an embrace.

I sobbed onto his shoulder while he stroked my hair. ''It's okay. It's alright.''

''It's not. I'm going to die. They're going to kill me,'' I sobbed hysterically.

He looked at me with a deep frown. ''What are you talking about?''

Just then, he noticed the piece of parchment I had clutched in my hand.

He carefully peeled it out and read the note scribbled across.

''What happened?'' he asked concerned. ''Who's this from? How did this get to you?''

''A raven had delivered me it. I recognized him from something. I'm just not sure from when or where.'' I spoke softly, trying to suppress my emotions so we could have a normal conversation.

''I'm going to protect you,'' he said embracing me again.

I wasn't sure how to feel right then. Usually, when he'd said something like that I'd swell up with pride and happiness, because that meant he cared about me. But this time I just felt empty, hollow and scared.

''No one will be able to hurt you as long as I'm alive,'' he promised solemnly.

A silent tear slid down my cheek as I watched the darkness through the gap leading to the balcony.

That night, I had trouble sleeping. My gaze was fixed on the ceiling, while different emotions kept bubbling up.

Fear.

Panic.

Anger.

Frustration.

Grindelwald had promised to stay up with me until I fell asleep. But after a few hours, he'd drifted off. I didn't blame him. I was glad he fell asleep, I didn't want him to suffer. He didn't deserve it. He had been so kind to me.

My feelings of guilt never went away. Never. I've always felt sad, ever since I remember. Always faking a smile, trying to live like I was supposed to. Sometimes, I felt calm and happy. But always, when I finally thought everything was over, that it was finally my turn to be happy, something happened to burn my hopes to the ground.

I listened to his soft snores as my thoughts slowly ceased away and drowsiness replaced them.

I fought it, not wanting to fall asleep. I was afraid I would get another nightmare.

I turned onto my side with my back to him and groaned in frustration. To my annoyance, I could feel him stir behind me and his snores halted.

In my mind I cursed my stupidity. If he was exhausted because I was having problems again, it would be my fault if things went wrong with the Greater Good.

I could feel his gaze on me, but I tried to ignore it, acting as if I was asleep. I faked a snore and made sure my breath was even.

His arms slithered around my waist, and he pressed his body close against me. ''I know you're not asleep, (Y/N),'' he whispered into my ear, placing a soft kiss on my neck.

I sighed and opened my eyes. ''Please, go to sleep. You need to sleep,'' I said turning my head to look at him.

He shook his head. ''I'm going to protect you.''

''But you need to rest. I don't. I'm not as important as you,'' I argued. ''And magic can protect me too.''

He sighed and buried his face in the crook of my neck. ''I know magic can protect you as well as I can. But that doesn't mean it actually makes you feel safe. I want you to feel safe, (Y/N).''

''I will go to sleep once you're asleep. And this time for real, I'm not going to fall asleep again.''

He was sweet for wanting to protect me, but I couldn't take it if he'd lose sleep because I was being paranoid. I was grateful for his help and of course for his care. He's cared for me like no one else has, ever since I can remember.

''Please, go to sleep. If you don't, you will probably not sleep the entire night,'' I begged. ''I just can't forget what happened. I can't relax. And because of that, I'll worry about it until I fall asleep, which will cause me to have a nightmare about it.''

''I can help you relax,'' he said, stroking my arm. ''No offense. But I don't think you can. I'm afraid nothing can take my mind off this,'' I whispered.

''I'm almost certain I can.'' He rested his head on my shoulder so he could look into my eyes. ''May I try?'' he asked smiling charmingly.

I sighed and blinked at him.

He smiled and reached for my hand. He rolled me onto my other side so I faced him and he placed a kiss on my cheek.

He intertwined our fingers beneath the blankets.

''So, what's bothering you the most?'' he asked placing a hand on my waist.

I snorted. ''I thought you'd help me forget about it?''

He nodded. ''It's part of my plan,'' he said smiling gently while circling his thumb over my temples.

I shrugged. ''The raven.''

He nodded encouragingly as he placed a kiss on my neck. ''What's so special about this raven?'' he asked, his hand slowly lowering to the place where he had just kissed my neck and massaging it gently.

''I know the bird somehow. I'm sure. But I just can't put my finger on it.''

His hand slowly traveled onto my shoulder, pulling at the fabric until a part of my shoulder was visible. ''Hm. What else is bothering you?'' he asked, pushing his lips at the crook of my neck and starting to kiss down, leaving a trail of kisses on my collarbone.

I swallowed my gasp and said in a whisper, ''The note.''

He nodded and kissed his way up my neck and behind my ear. ''What about the note?'' he asked placing soft kisses just under my earlobe and teasing me. ''I-I.''

I tried to find the right words but I couldn't focus with his perfect lips all over me. ''I-uh. Uhm, I'm afraid that they'll find me and hurt me. I feel terrible,'' I managed to say.

''And, what else?'' he asked only lifting his lips a few inches, before continuing. ''I-I...''

I gasped as he suddenly started to suck on the small groove behind my earlobe. As a reflex, I placed my hand on his bare back.

I was struggling to continue talking, and after some time I gave up, allowing him to distract me from my troubles.

''Do you like that?'' he mumbled up. I nodded breathlessly and gently squeezed his hand. ''I do, sir.'' His eyes glinted.

He released my hand and knelt over me, pinning my hands to the pillow.

''Sir?'' I asked, out to tease him back.

Shivers ran up his spine and he started to kiss up my jawline. But he stopped once he had reached my mouth and hovered over it.

I could feel his hot breath against my lips. Right when I thought he was going to kiss me, he muttered, ''Say my name.''

''Gellert,'' I whispered. ''Again?'' he said, almost demanding. I smiled and pecked his lips curtly. ''Gellert.''

He grinned and roughly caught my lips.

''And, are you distracted?'' he asked, grinning against my lips. ''A bit. But still not completely,'' I said acting uncertain.

''I can fix that.''

He kissed me again and this time slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I couldn't help but smile as he cupped my cheek with one hand and helped me get my mind of the horrible events of that day.