I sat on my bed, staring at Owyn who was staring back at me with bright amber eyes. ''I want to talk about this,'' I said tiredly.

What's there to talk about? he asked softly. You're going to give up the connection we have, so you can save him. There is nothing more to say.

''I know you don't want me to. And I'm sorry, but I don't have a choice. This is the only way,'' I said softly. I don't know how many times I had apologized to him, but I wanted him to know that this isn't what I'd prefer either.

I know, (Y/N), and it's ok. I understand, but please, don't forget about me. I chose you for a reason, he said.

I nodded and stood up to leave the room. Are you going to tell him what you're about to do?

I froze and slowly looked around. ''No.''

I'm sorry, Owyn.

He left my mind and I left the room.

I was afraid that when I'd tell him about the potion he wouldn't let me do it. Besides, what would the point be of telling him and risking his life?

I made my way to my former quarters and softly knocked against the door.

I had told Grindelwald I was taking Tom out for a walk because I decided it was time to tell him that I was his sister.

The door creaked open and Tom glanced outside anxiously. ''Oh, hi (Y/N).'' He opened the door completely and smiled curtly.

''Are you ready?'' I asked. He nodded and joined me in the corridor.

We left the castle and went into the forest.

I enjoyed the cold breeze and the soft creaking of the trees around us. We walked for a few moments in silence, listening to the crunching snow before I decided it was time to build up a conversation.

''Have you made some friends, yet?'' I asked throwing him a sideways glance.

He was walking with his hands in his pockets, head down. ''Credence has been nice to me,'' he said quietly.

''Only Credence? I expected such an excited and enthusiastic boy would make at least hundreds of friends in one day,'' I said chuckling.

He didn't reply and only kept walking.

''Hey,'' I said grabbing his shoulder. ''Are you alright?''

He turned to me and just then I noticed the tears on his face. He wiped them away and tried to continue walking but I grabbed his arms and he flinched at the touch. ''What happened?'' I asked concerned.

He tried to wriggle out of my grip, but I wouldn't let him and he wailed softly. I glanced at his arms where I was holding them and noticed the fabric was moist. ''Nothing. Please let me go,'' he said, desperation in his voice. I pushed his sleeves up and saw several deep cuts. Blood was oozing from them and a drop was already trailing down onto my hand.

''Tom, who did this?'' I said, anger bubbling up. ''Tell me what's going on.''

He shook his head and yanked his arms from my grasp. ''Nothing. It's fine.''

I watched him concerned. ''Tom, you can tell me,'' I tried reaching for his hand. He pulled away and more tears came to his eyes. ''Don't you understand? I can't tell you. He'll hurt you too,'' he said backing away.

I furrowed my brow and watched him confused. ''Who's he? Tom, I can help you.'' I slowly walked toward him.

''No, please. Stay away from me. I don't want to hurt you,'' he said, tears now dripping down his chin. ''Please.''

Then he turned around and ran into the woods sobbing and pulling his sleeves back down. I tried to follow him. Dodging trees and jumping over branches as I focused on his figure in front of me. ''Tom!'' I shouted. He was faster than me and I had trouble with keeping up and soon I lost sight of him and everything was silent.

I kept running, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. ''Tom!'' I yelled looking around. ''Come back!''

Then I saw a black cloak behind a tree and I heard Tom talk with fear in his voice. ''If I come with you, will you promise not to hurt any of them?'' he asked with a trembling voice.

I made my way over to the tree and saw a man standing there, his face shadowed by the hood of his cloak. He had a broad figure, and was completely covered by clothes, he wore gloves and a mask.

''You have my word, young Riddle,'' he growled offering him his hand.

''Tom, no!'' I yelled, running toward them and taking out my wand. ''I'm sorry, (Y/N). But I need to protect you,'' he said taking the hand of the man. He turned to me and grinned.

''Enjoy your life. While you still can,'' the man growled. ''No!'' I pointed my wand at the head of the man and shot a curse. But before it could hit him, they had disapparated with a loud crack.

My curse hit a tree and it left a big scorched mark on it.

I stood there, watching the spot where my brother stood just a few moments ago. I fell to my knees with tears in my eyes.

''No, no, no, no. No!'' I shot another curse at a tree and a huge piece of bark shattered and flew off in different directions.

''Tom!'' I shouted. I knew it wouldn't work, but I needed to try. I yelled several more times before I broke down and cried.

''This is all my fault. This is all my fault,'' I mumbled under my breath. ''I need to get him back.''

''Tom!'' I yelled again. ''Little brother, please stay alive,'' I whispered.

I slowly got up and made my way back to the castle with tears on my face and blood on my hands.

I muttered under my breath and walked through the corridors, staring at the ground.

Owyn entered my mind but I ignored him.

I had to see Grindelwald. I had to tell him what happened. He would know the answer.

I didn't mind knocking and opened the door to his office. ''Tom is gone!'' I said breathing hard.

I had a lump in my throat and my mind was hazy. I couldn't think straight.

Grindelwald looked up and his face grew concerned when he saw me and flabbergasted when he heard what I said. ''What do you mean, Tom is gone?'' he asked quickly walking toward me and closing the door.

''Someone hurt him and he was afraid that if he'd tell me who and what they'd hurt me too, so he ran away and then he ran into the man who I suppose did that to him, and he made a deal to go with him if he wouldn't hurt me.''

He grew frustrated and sighed. ''Are you ok?'' he asked hugging me tightly after noticing the blood on my hands. ''We need to get him back,'' was all I could say. ''He can't die.''

Grindelwald heaved a deep sigh and made me sit down on a chair. ''First I want you to calm down,'' he said taking another chair and sitting next to me.

''There's no time to calm down, we need to find him,'' I said unbelievably. How could he think that I should calm down when my little brother was in danger?

''You can't think clearly like this,'' he said taking my hands.

He did have a point there. I couldn't think of anything and barely remember anything that had happened a few weeks ago.

I took heavy breaths trying to steady myself.

When he noticed I had calmed a little he started asking questions, such as, if I knew where Tom might be or who the man was.

I shook my head to almost every question. Then suddenly, a memory popped into my mind and I looked at him. ''Do you remember that vision you showed me about Credence and the boy? It's only now I realize that Tom is the boy, and that figure was the man I saw.''

''And he said enjoy your life. While you still can. The same thing that was on the note that the raven delivered to me.''

I was glad I had something to hold on to, but it wasn't much so the feeling of hopelessness quickly returned.

''What do we do?'' I asked after some moments of silence.

He touched his head and looked at me with a look of sadness. ''I think it's best if we search for clues. Besides that, we have no choice but to wait.''