I was completely frozen in place and was only brought back to reality by footsteps closing in. I looked at Tom next to me who watched me in confusion, and I just took the Time-Turner and followed the instructions Grindelwald had given.

The tingling feeling returned again and I watched people rushing past us as we went back in time. Back to the year where he was still alive.

The tingling faded and I glanced around, trying to find Gellert.

I saw him stand at the end of the alley, his back turned to me. He heard my footsteps approaching and turned around. I jumped into an embrace, tears prickling my eyes at what shocking news I had just received.

He looked past me and saw Tom standing some feet away.

''Let's get back to Nurmengard,'' he muttered, taking my hand and approaching Tom.

At first, he seemed a little frightened, not quite understanding what had just happened.

I nodded and held out my hand toward Tom. ''Let's go home,'' I whispered smiling slightly, trying to hide the hurt from what I knew what was going to happen.

Grindelwald just stood beside me, watching me and my brother together. He seemed to be happy with the result of how I and Tom seemed to socialize.

He took my hand hesitantly, and we disapparated back to Nurmengard.

We appeared in Grindelwald's office and I couldn't help but immediately sit down. I felt an increasing weight on my chest, and tears came to my eyes that threatened to spill.

Even though the fact that the riddle of who Jonathan has been working for was solved, it couldn't take away the pain in my heart.

I needed to prevent this from happening, and I was going to succeed. I wouldn't just let him die. I would have nothing to live for. Nothing at all.

Grindelwald reversed our disguising spells. Now we were back to normal and Tom was staring at us in surprise. But especially at Grindelwald, and I knew why.

In 1938 Grindelwald has died, so there'd be no way for him to be there, though there he was. Tom's brow furrowed in confusion as he closed his eyes. ''Where am I exactly?'' he asked looking into Gellert's multicoloured eyes.

''In Nurmengard,'' he said softly.

''As (Y/N) here.'' he beckoned towards me. ''went to get you, I have waited for you. You are a special young man, with special powers. Powers that cannot be found everywhere. You possess very powerful magic, and magic only blooms in rare souls. And you Tom, are the key to our victory.''

Tom was listening intently to the explanation about the magical world and the non-magical world. The differences between us and the Ministry, and why we were the ones striving for the right.

I couldn't help but stare at Grindelwald all the time. Only wondering in horror that he would be gone in ten years. I would be alone again and my life would become the bottomless pit I sometimes imagined.

When Gellert finished talking he turned to me. ''I suppose (Y/N) will bring you to your room. Tomorrow we will start your first lesson,'' he said, looking at me and smiling softly.

''Yeah, sure. Come on, kid.'' I stood up and was about to leave the room after Tom, but Grindelwald called me back.

''Hey, are you alright?'' he asked taking my arm before I left. ''Yeah, I'm fine.'' I faked a smile and looked back down trying to avoid his gaze, knowing that he'd see right through my acting if I looked into his eyes.

''You're not okay. I know you're not. You've been all shaken and sad ever since you returned.''

He looked at my face. ''Has it got something to do with the boy?''

I quickly shook my head. ''I'm feeling better about him than I imagined,'' I whispered, hoping he couldn't hear our conversation.

''Then what's wrong?'' he asked again, a little sternly now. ''Nothing.'' I pulled my arm from his grasp and opened the door. ''I'll see you tonight,'' I said before leaving the room and him behind.

Tom was looking out of the window down at the forest and the distant mountains. ''I have always liked forests,'' he said, turning to smile at me. ''They always give me a feeling of calmness whenever I'm having a rough time.''

I smiled at the similarity and joined him at the window. ''Me too.'' I figured it'd be safe enough to tell him this, as long as we don't get too many similarities it wouldn't be too obvious.

I noticed a small white speck slowly descend, heading for the ground. Then another. And another.

Before we knew it big flocks of white snow whirled down and thickened the layer of snow on the ground.

''I always find it mesmerizing to watch snow fall,'' I said softly, watching the white specks pass.

''You'll see a lot of snow here. Let's get you to your room,'' I said turning away and setting off into the corridor. My feelings still hurt from what I had discovered, and I started wishing I didn't know the future. It was terrible. But now I also may be able to change it if I'll make sure this Luther Moody is already dead before he has the chance to kill Gellert.

Tom would be sleeping in my old quarters which were now free, considering I had moved in with Grindelwald.

I opened the door and he entered. ''It's not much, but there is a bed and everything you need. I'll make sure the house-elves bring you some fresh clothes and a robe.''

''They'll be differently styled than what you're usually wearing, but you'll get used to it as you'll learn more about the magical world.''

He seemed to absorb every single piece of information that we were giving him, for which I was very grateful because I wasn't in the mood to be explaining things twice.

He seemed to be able to settle quite easily. ''Dinner's at 7 o' clock in the hall on the first floor. If you won't be there I'll come and get you to make sure everything is alright or if you're lost.''

He seemed to be less confused or cautious than I expected him to be. I hadn't accepted it so easily that magic existed. At first, it freaked me out completely, knowing there were people who could do actual magic. But then I started realizing what a chance this was for me to change my life for the better.

''Just call for me when you need me for anything,'' I said before leaving him alone so he could get his things in order.

Finally, I stare in the distance gloomily and stop faking my expression. I was just completely stressed and troubled by the fact that Grindelwald was about to die, even though I didn't know when. I didn't know how old that newspaper was. It could've been a few years from here, but who knows, maybe next month?

Though, after everything that had been going on. My troubled thoughts, my dooming scenarios, Tom wasn't that bad. He was nice and seemed to have some things in common with me, which didn't even annoy me a little bit.

But then the crashing news of Grindelwald's demise had come and my thoughts were only more troubled and now fear also had started to bubble up. I couldn't lose him.

I was wandering through the corridors, trying to keep my tears inside. I just felt like I needed a really good cry.

I opened the first door I saw and ended up sobbing silently in a small broom cupboard, but it was good enough for me to cry in, despite the little room I had.

I tried not to make too much sound or someone would find me, which was right now not an option.

I felt a presence and immediately knew Owyn had made contact. I stopped sobbing and tried closing my mind to him, but to no avail. Owyn had never seemed to be bothered by any Occlumency shields.

(Y/N), what happened out there? he asked concerned. My hands were trembling, tears were running down my face like waterfalls and my eyes were red and puffy.

Was it alright to tell him? He wouldn't be able to tell anyone. But I was afraid it might feel more real if I'd tell someone. Not that that would really make a difference from what I'm feeling now.

Owyn, I have to tell you something.

I felt a slight calm rise inside me, fighting the urging panic and fear. Tell me, he encouraged as he noticed I was struggling to find the right words.

Grindelwald is going to die, I thought as new tears came to my eyes and made sure the waterfalls didn't stop running.

What? How do you know?

I wasn't able to explain everything, so I just thought of what had happened so he'd see it and understand.

The future isn't always set. It can be changed sometimes.

I sobbed again, feeling hopeless. I was afraid that if I'd try to change what was about to happen would cause it to happen. And fear had settled even firmer in the pit of my stomach.

''I think I'm going to lose him,'' I whispered horrified.

Then there was a long silence, and I couldn't help but check if he was still there.

There might be one solution to this problem, he said silently.

Suddenly the tears stopped dropping and I was listening intently. What? What can we do, I will do everything!

He waited again, leaving me in a frustrating silence. You can give up our connection and pass it onto him, the words were barely making it into my head and I had to make out what he had said.

I furrowed my brow in confusion.

What? How does that help at all?

Sorry, (Y/N), I cannot tell you that. I'm not allowed to tell you what abilities you possess or what you can or can't do.

I rolled my eyes.

Whatever. If it keeps him alive, then yes. I will. What do I need to do?

I felt a soft wave of sadness come over me, and I started to feel guilty. I felt Owyn thinking and finally, after what felt like forever he answered.

You need to give him a potion then cast a spell. The potion must be prepared very carefully.

Why did everything have to be so hard and complicated?

Where can I find the recipe for this potion? I asked tiredly.

Go to the kitchens and look for a house-elf named Knobbs. He's a friend of mine and has the instructions. Go and tell him I've sent you. I had asked Knobbs to keep it safe, and he'll make sure it is. Good luck.

I dashed out of the broom cupboard and down the staircases to the kitchens. I yanked the door open, which caught the attention of most house-elves and people in there.

I quickly glanced around and asked one of the elves who Knobbs was.

He pointed at a plump looking house-elf standing at the fireplace on a stool so he could stir the contents of a large boiling cauldron.

I approached him and tapped on his shoulder. He was caught off guard and fell down backward onto the ground.

Guilt bubbled up inside of me and I quickly helped him up muttering an apology.

When he stood he watched me with disdain and suspicion. ''Since when does a human apologize to a elf like meself?''

He narrowed his eyes as I watched him a little offended. ''Are you Knobbs?'' I asked, trying to stay friendly.

He scratched his chin and nodded. ''Depends on who's askin','' he said climbing back on top of the stool to return to the stirring.

I sighed a little tiredly. ''(Y/N),'' I said. He glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. ''Ain't you the girl we caught here with sir Grindelwal' a few weeks ago?'' he asked looking into the cauldron.

My cheeks reddened and I watched him a little annoyed. ''Yes I was. Now, are you Knobbs or not?'' I asked straight to the point now.

Usually, house-elves would obey immediately, and I would actually pity the way they were treated. But this house-elf was starting to get on my nerves.

He nodded his head to the side and said, ''Yeah, I am.''

''Nice to meet you, Knobbs.''

''No you don' think so. Who do you think you're foolin', lady? No one's ever happy to meet a house-elf, except if they're workin' for them.''

I was wondering how this elf had become friends with Owyn.

I was done playing now and was starting to get angry.

''Knobbs. Listen to me,'' I said, waiting for him to turn toward me before continuing. ''I'm here because Owyn sent me. I need to get a certain recipe for a potion he told me about.''

He stared at me with suspicion again. ''You ain' lookin' like someone Owyn would befriend,'' he growled.

I grabbed him by his shirt. I had lost my temper and couldn't help but drag the elf away to another room where no one was.

''Listen to me, Knobbs. I need your help, now! How could I have known about Owyn if he couldn't talk to me?'' I hissed angrily.

I was done playing and was ready to make sure to get what I needed. No matter what.

He watched me shocked and straightened the rag he was wearing. ''I knew you weren' lyin' 'bout that, you silly lady. Jus' needed to make sure you were the righ' person. Owyn trusted me with this recipe and I'm not just givin' it up like it's nothin'.''

He took a scroll from one of the pockets the rag he was wearing concealed and gave it to me. I opened it to check on what was written on it.

I looked at him and smiled. ''Thank you Knobbs.''

He nodded curtly.

I was about to leave before I asked, ''Could you bring some clothes and a robe to my room?''

He grunted, which I supposed meant a yes and so I left the room, ready to get all the ingredients needed to save my dear Gellert.