A/N: (L/N)= Your last name

Tom Riddle.

It was official now. I had a little brother. A little brother whose name was Tom Riddle.

It felt weird to think about it because I had always been convinced I was an only child, but this proves I've been wrong after all.

(Y/N) Riddle.

That sounded weird. It could've been my last name if my parents had decided to give me a fake surname too before they left me at the orphanage.

Was (L/N) really the name my family had? Or did they also give me a fake name to cover up the tracks I was their daughter?

That would make sense if what my father said in the dream was true. If they really gave me up to protect me, it would be more than smart to give me a different last name.

''So I really have a little brother, then?'' I whispered watching my hands again. Grindelwald nodded slowly, searching my face for any displayed emotions.

I looked at him, tears welling up in my eyes. Why did they do this? Why did they make me believe I'm all alone? Why'd they give me up, and make me believe they're dead, while in reality they aren't and they could've cared for me?

The thought of having a little brother made me furious. It made me furious to think they gave me up for my so-called safety but take another child afterward. That just made no sense at all.

''As I said before, I know this comes as a shock to you.'' He placed his hands on my shoulders and started to massage them. ''But we need him. Like we need you. Like I need you.''

I raised my head to look into his eyes.

They were filled with sympathy and sadness, but also with earnest. This meant my little brother was very important for the movement. But why was he telling me this? I should have absolutely no say in this. And now it feels like he's asking for my permission?

His eyes twinkled, and I couldn't help but forget the anger and smile weakly at him.

Is it because he cares about me? Like, really cares about me? Or am I just his toy, and does he only do this because he doesn't want me to be angry with him?

Those thoughts shocked me. How could I think such things about him? He had cared for me ever since I joined the Greater Good, and maybe even before that. Cared more about me than any real living human has ever done.

''Sir, what do you know about him?'' I asked softly.

He stopped massaging me and sighed, his hands slowly dropping down my arms until he reached my hands and took them in his.

''He was born on 31 December 1926, which was last year, which means he's only one right now. He lives in the same orphanage you did. In his future lie great things. I do not know what things exactly, but they'll be great.''

As he told me this, it took me a moment to process it all. ''But if he's only one, we need to wait until he's older aren't we?''

Grindelwald shook his head. ''No, we aren't going to wait. He's going to be with us before the week is out.''

I furrowed my brow in confusion. ''Sir, how are we supposed to do that? Even if we get him now, he'll be only one and we still need to wait until he's grown up.''

Again, he shook his head. ''Tell me, (Y/N). How much do you know about time travel?''

''So, you want to steal a time-turner from the Ministry of Magic, let me travel through time until he's eleven, go back in time just before Dumbledore enters his room and bring him here?''

He had explained to me what he had in mind. It was a good plan. I only didn't like the part where I had to travel through time with my little brother, who won't know I'm his sister, and will probably haven't the slightest idea what's going on and think I'm some weird kidnapper with the completely insane ability to travel through time.

''Yes. I've had another vision, and it has to be you,'' he said. ''I'm sorry, but I really can't send anyone else. If I do, the plan will fail.''

This was why I had joined the Greater Good. To help change the world. But when I did, I had never imagined it would mean socializing with a family member who doesn't know about my existence and will probably have no idea what's going on.

''But I'm wanted. I can't just walk through any street.''

I knew this was a lazy excuse. I had always used disillusionment charms, and spells that changed my appearance to be able to do my job.

But every time the Ministry so desperately needed me again, they'd pardon me, just to try and hunt me down again afterward.

''There are spells that could keep you safe.''

I knew he wouldn't fall for such a bad excuse. We lived in a world of magic! Coming up with excuses was a lot harder than for the Muggles.

I had to do it. It was for the Greater Good! How could I doubt it?

''Alright, I'll do it,'' I said tiredly.

He smiled and excitement danced in his eyes. He pressed a soft kiss on my lips and placed his forehead against mine. ''I knew you'd do it.''

I smiled and closed my eyes. ''For the Greater Good.''

''For the Greater Good.''

That day I had decided to visit Queenie. I didn't know if her transformation had already completed, but I needed to see her.

At first, Grindelwald wouldn't let me go alone because he was too anxious something might happen to me. But I had managed to convince him I was perfectly safe- even though I didn't always feel like that- and I would call for him when I was in trouble.

That had convinced him it was safe enough for me to go to Queenie alone. But he had made me promise to return immediately once I was done.

I stood in front of the big wooden doors to the infirmary. I listened hard, trying to hear anything that might point out she was still transforming. If she still was, I wouldn't go inside.

But everything was perfectly silent, which made me feel a little miserable. In there, was a vampire. My best friend, a vampire.

I sighed and entered, slowly pushing the doors open.

Right when I entered the room I felt a coldness flood over me. I couldn't help but glance at the window, and find them completely covered up. There was no sunshine in the room.

I heard heavy breathing and shifted my gaze toward the hospital beds.

I squinted as I saw a figure sit on one of the beds, knees pulled up to their chest.

I quickly scanned the room for the nurse, but there was no sign of her. I quickly cast Lumos and slowly approached the hospital bed.

I slowly neared, and with every step, I seemed to recognize more and more of the figure.

It was Queenie.

Her skin was as pale as the sheets. Her eyes as hollow and empty as the dark night sky. Dark circles surrounded her eyes. And long and pointy incisors reached down her lower lip. Even her once orange curls had turned dark.

I stood paralyzed at the bed as she was staring in the distance with an empty look.

There sat my best friend.

A vampire.

Would she still remember me?

Was I important enough for her to still be in her memories?

As I was watching her, a sad and empty feeling overtook me.

Queenie was the last person who'd deserve this. She had always been so good-hearted and happy. She had always tried to make other people happy and see the positive. But now she was cursed to be a vampire. Despised by many.

Tears stung my eyes as I thought about it, and I couldn't help but take her hand and watch her gazing in the distance.

''I-I don't know if you can hear me, Queenie. But I want you to know I'm sorry.''

I kneeled at the side of her bed and a small sob escaped my mouth. ''I never wanted this to happen to you. You don't deserve this. You've always been a good person. One of the little who've actually treated me like an equal, and not like a piece of trash.''

More tears started to emerge and I sobbed again. ''I'm so sorry, Queenie. And thank you for everything.''

I slowly dried my face and got up. As I watched her for several seconds I started to turn and slowly walk away.

Queenie slowly shifted her head in my direction. ''(Y/N),'' she whispered weakly.

I froze and slowly turned around. Her face was weary but her eyes were twinkling. They weren't empty like before. There was something of the old Queenie in there. Some sparkle of hope.

''Please, save me.''

Then the emptiness returned and her head turned back to the curtains, watching them with that hollow look again.

I was still frozen in place and completely shaken by what just happened.

I almost jumped in fright as I heard the nurse say anxiously, ''She talked.''

And I realized she had actually been watching from the shadows.

She watched me fascinated before I left the room with tears in my eyes.