Today was the day.

Today, was the day I was going to meet my little brother, Tom Riddle. The one person that is essential for the Greater Good.

I had to admit, I had never been this nervous in my entire life. Not even when I was being chased by Aurors.

What if something would go wrong? What would happen if he noticed or recognized anything similar between us? Once he'd start asking questions I would break, for sure.

I preferred him not to know we were related, because what else would that bring us but trouble?

What would he think?

Probably the same I did when I heard from Grindelwald that I had a younger brother after thinking my parents died for almost my entire life. But we didn't know what he was capable of yet. It would be foolish and dangerous to find out by becoming enemies.

Grindelwald had told me great things lay in his future. What if those great things involved a curse, or maybe he was something like an Obscurus. As long as you're on their good side, you're safe. But once you step onto their bad side, you're screwed. They'll never forget, and revenge will always be their heart's desire.

It might be better if I just kept my distance. It might not be a good thing for me to grow attached to this boy. It might be better for both of us not to.

Since Queenie was also one of my main priorities I supposed I'd just focus on that while Tom would be around. It was the only thing that felt like I had a hold on.

I had finally found out how to save her, and I couldn't wait for this all to be over with. Because once it was, I would be able to kidnap Jacob Kowalski and save Queenie.

I must've been staring with a troubled expression, because Grindelwald reached out and placed his hand on mine, watching me concerned.

''It's going to be fine. I promise. Don't worry,'' he whispered, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

I sighed and gazed out of the window of his office.

Right now, people were infiltrating the Ministry of Magic to steal a Time-Turner so I could go back in time, and get Tom from the year 1937. The year where Tom would be eleven and ready to go to Hogwarts and use his magic.

It was terrible to be sitting here, waiting for them to return.

I wasn't doubting them. Not in the slightest. These people were the most skilled and experienced followers Grindelwald had. Especially when it came down to the Ministry of Magic.

They were all ex-Aurors, who had chosen Grindelwald over the Minister of Magic. There was no possible way for them to fail. But it was also not what I was worried about.

The thing that was troubling me, was the idea to go forth in time to fetch someone I would rather not meet in the first place.

I also feared I might grow to hate him. Especially because he might be a lot like me.

Grindelwald told me to just wait how things would turn, which was one of the hardest things to do if you always think about what could happen.

My thinking was intruded by a knock on the door and I gasped in surprise.

Grindelwald stood up and shot me a quick smile before he walked towards the door and opened it.

In, walked the people who had infiltrated the Ministry in what must've been a world record. Even though it felt like an eternity, they were only gone for half an hour.

The men and women stepped inside, all forming a neat line.

A tall man stood before them, and I supposed he was the man appointed by Grindelwald to lead the mission.

Grindelwald closed the door and faced the tall man.

''Have you got it?'' he asked the man.

The man nodded and extended an arm, holding what looked like a golden necklace out to Grindelwald who quickly, but carefully took it from him.

''Any fallen ones?'' he asked, turning around and examining the pendant. He had turned my way, so I was able to examine it from a distance. And something didn't seem right about it.

''Yes, sir,'' the man said a little anxiously.

''Who?'' Grindelwald asked, turning back around.

''Jonathan Brook, sir,'' the man replied.

Grindelwald watched him astounded and glanced at me, before turning back to the man who was now also looking at me with a quizzical expression.

''What exactly happened?'' Grindelwald asked gravely.

''We were on our way out, everything went according to plan until we heard a sudden explosion behind us. We tried to save him, but a fire had been cast between us, it was too strong for any of us to extinguish. We had no choice but to leave him behind.''

The man was watching Grindelwald with slight fear glistening in his eyes. ''Did you see what the source of the explosion was? Anyone who might've cast it?''

The man shook his head.

''You can go. You've all done well. You will be allowed to do whatever you wish for the rest of the day.''

Everyone turned happy and excited.

Apparently, Jonathan Brook wasn't very popular even among the other followers because no one seemed to be mourning about him being captured, or maybe even dead.

As everyone started to leave the office, Grindelwald's expression turned darker and darker.

Once everyone was gone, he threw the door shut and punched the wall in fury. Then again. And again.

I could see dark stains on the stone.

I shot up and approached him rapidly. ''Gellert! Don't!''

I pulled him away from the wall and turned him around so he faced me.

''Calm down. It's okay.''

''No, it's not okay. He was there for a reason. He wouldn't have followed them into the Ministry, just to blow himself up a little afterward. No. He's up to something, and it will stand in my way. In the way of the Greater Good! He will destroy everything I've built! I should've killed him when I had the chance!''

He angrily pulled out his wand and shot a curse at a vase standing on a pedestal in the corner of the room, causing it to shatter into a million pieces.

I had never seen him this angry before, and I could finally see why people were afraid of him. But I wasn't.

''Gellert! Look at me.'' The anger in his eyes was still there, just as hot as before. He was breathing heavily and his knuckles were completely red, covered in blood and small pieces of loose skin.

''Look at me.''

Blood was slowly dripping down his fingers and onto the floor.

He slowly shifted his gaze towards me and I stared into his eyes until his breath slowly softened and steadied. ''It's going to be alright. Remember? That's what you told me. One man cannot take down what you have built.''

''But what if he's not alone. What if his loyalty has always been with someone else?''

''Then, so be it. What does it matter? Look at everything you've accomplished! It can't be defeated by some psychotic guy who thinks he's more powerful than you. And if he tries, we'll show him he's not capable of such a feat.''

He smiled slightly and raised his hurt hand to caress my cheek. I knew there would be blood on my face, but I had never cared less.

''You know. For someone who has been through a fair deal herself, you're quite good at calming people down. I haven't had such a temper tantrum in a very long time.''

I threw my arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. ''Never do that again. That vase must've been valuable!''

He chuckled slightly and placed a gentle kiss on my neck.

''Let's get that hand of yours fixed,'' I said pulling him towards the chair.

I knew some basic healing spells, which would probably be powerful enough to heal him.

He sat down and watched me with a small smile.

I squatted in front of him so I had better access to his hand and rolled up his sleeve, which had absorbed some blood and was slightly wet.

''Healing spells have never been my specialty, so just yell if I burn anything,'' I joked.

He chuckled and grinned.

I conjured a rag and some water and first cleaned the wounds by hand.

I had always preferred to do the basic things without magic, it made me feel less dependent.

I carefully placed the rag on top of his hand, and he groaned in pain and balled his fist. ''Try to relax,'' I said softly, slowly absorbing the blood with the rag.

His hand relaxed and he sighed silently.

''This must be very hard for you, sir.''

He let out a chuckle. ''Very is underestimated,'' he said through gritted teeth. ''This man was in my inner circle of trusted followers. He betrayed that trust, and I hoped to never hear of him again. But to my disappointment, he had to be annoyingly cunning. He knew I hadn't told anyone about him yet and what he had done. If I had, it would've cost him his life.''

I looked up into his eyes. ''So why didn't you tell them?''

His eyes twinkled and he stared back at me. ''Because of you. It would raise questions about why I would care about what he'd done to you. Or why I even considered it as betrayal, which would raise suspicion among many of my followers which would not be good. I wanted to keep us a secret. But now, since I do not think that as important anymore, I will tell them to kill him whenever they run into him if you think it's okay to let everyone know we're together.''

I looked at his hand and then at mine. They were covered with blood themselves, but that didn't even bother me.

I wasn't sure what to reply. I didn't know if I wanted everyone to know. But I loved him, so what was holding me back? Why shouldn't everyone know he protects me no matter what? Why wouldn't it be a good idea to let everyone know what awaits them if they touch me as Jonathan had done? Maybe it wasn't that bad after all.

''(Y/N)?''

I looked up at him and smiled. ''Sure.''

His face brightened and he leaned forward to kiss me.

''You won't regret it, I promise.'' He leaned his forehead against mine and I couldn't help but smile a little. ''I never doubted that,'' I said, placing a gentle kiss on his nose.

He leaned back and watched me with a lopsided smile the entire time as I cleaned the wounds.

''You're actually not that bad at healing spells,'' he said, raising his eyebrows as he examined his freshly healed knuckles.

''I guess it's just really hard to set things on fire with healing spells,'' I said smirking.

''But you'd find a way to do it. No doubt.''

We smiled at each other for some time, but then I remembered the Time-Turner.

''Sir, do you mind if I take a look at that Time-Turner?'' I asked slowly. At first, he watched me surprised, but then took it out of his pocket and passed it to me. ''Why?''

I didn't reply, I just raised the pendant to my eyes and examined it really closely. ''Sir, I don't want to be the one bringing you bad news, but this is a fake.''

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped. ''What? How do you know? They've taken it from the ministry, it can't be a fake one. Why would they have fake Time-Turners?''

I showed him the pendant. ''The pattern isn't right. A Time-Turner has only two circles, not three. Also, the words on the circles aren't correct, and the whole item is not magical at all.''

He stared down at the Time-Turner in my hand, but then at me. ''How do you know all this?''

I shrugged. ''I've worked at a shop for a couple of years that sells magical items and artifacts. I couldn't help but notice the difference between the ones they sold and this one. I'm sorry sir, but I think I know now why Jonathan Brook was there.''

A/N: Yo people! I hope you enjoyed the new chapter. Jeeze, 22nd already? That's going quick. Anyways, I hope you liked the chapter and if you did, please vote and leave a comment, they're unbelievably precious and motivating! Thank you for reading!