He stared down at me with a casual expression.

''You might be, but he obviously isn't,'' he said pointing over his shoulder at Grindelwald.

''You know nothing of him,'' I whispered, venom overflowing my voice. He grinned and approached Grindelwald who was still laying there on his back.

I glanced over at him and noticed his chest was still slowly rising and falling which made me relax slightly.

His eyes had closed now and it was obvious he was having trouble at breathing.

''What did you do to him!'' I shouted with as much strength I possessed. It felt like I shouted at the top of my lungs, but all it was was a weak whisper. I felt tired and my cloak had soaked with blood at certain places.

''Oh, nothing that special. Just a spell to make him die very slowly so we all can enjoy the little process of his decease. Maybe make some pictures or tape the whole thing?''

I glared at him and tried to grab my wand, but it was gone. I glanced sideways and saw it lying in the snow several feet away.

I got up on my hands and knees and slowly moved toward it. I had only progressed a foot or two before I fell down again exhausted by my attempt. I breathed heavily and reached for my wand but only my fingertips touched the wood.

The man was watching me with a bored expression. ''Are you done?'' he asked.

''So you can kill me?'' I spat glaring up at the cloaked figure.

I closed my eyes as I felt the tears sting and sighed. ''What do you want from me?'' I asked reopening them as a first tear dropped onto my cheek.

The same sickening grin as before returned, and he slowly approached me. I watched him move until he stood in front of me and looked down at me.

He slowly crouched and took my wand from the ground. He examined it slowly and then tucked it away into his cloak. ''What I want, is for you to suffer,'' he whispered, stroking my cheek with the same grin.

I moved away from his hand and continued glaring.

''And I'm not going to kill you. I want you to suffer. I want you to suffer until you wish you were dead. Until there's nothing to save you from yourself.''

He grinned and stood up. ''That's what I want from you.''

It was over. There was no way out of this situation. I had screwed up my only chance.

I glanced at Grindelwald with tears in my eyes and slowly crawled toward him, leaving a trail of dark red spots in the snow behind me.

The man turned and watched me make my way toward Grindelwald and waited for me to settle next to him. I sat up clutching my chest and reached a hand back until my fingers connected with the knobby wooden surface of Grindelwald's wand.

I felt an unusual power surge through my body and a sudden rush of energy and adrenaline.

The man approached me and tilted his head slightly. ''There's nothing you can do to save him now. No magic can save him.''

I closed my eyes, fighting back the tears and tried to calm myself.

''What are you planning to do to me?''

His expression turned thoughtful and he had a glint in his eyes that was highly intimidating. ''Some torture here and there, emotionally and physically. Break you down, piece by piece, until there's nothing left of your pathetic little life. We'll make sure your little brother will be tortured in front of your eyes. There will be nothing left of you. You will be able to join Miss. Goldstein as a dark creature. You will be hated even more than you are now, no one will want to help you. You will be truly alone with your thoughts. And that can be the worst torture of all, I should know.''

He slowly took off his hood and mask and I wasn't surprised at who I saw. A face filled with scars and dark eyes that made me feel anxious. ''Luther Moody,'' I whispered unsurprised.

''We start with killing him, then your little brother and everyone you care about. Nothing will care to you after we're done.''

I tightened my grip on the wand and several curse incantations flew through my head, the next worse than the last.

''No one will love you. You'll be nothing.'' The smirk returned and I heard Grindelwald behind me grunt in pain. Then Luther started laughing. A low grumbling laugh that reminded me of thunder.

I furrowed my brow in anger and my eyelids twitched. This was the moment to strike. My only chance.

I seethed and pointed the wand at the scarred man and shouted angrily, ''Avada Kedavra!''

A green light erupted from the tip of the wand and hit Luther on the chest. He staggered backward and watched me with a shocked expression before he fell down and lay motionless on the ground.

I watched the lifeless corpse for several seconds, before turning around towards Grindelwald. He was still breathing but his brow was furrowed as if he was having a nightmare. ''Owyn! I need the incantation for the potion, now!''

I was stroking Gellert's pale, cold face as I was anxiously waiting for a response.

(Y/N), what's going on? Owyn sounded worried, but I had no time to explain the situation.

''The incantation Owyn, now!''

It's 'iuncto'.

I gripped the wand tightly and pointed it at his chest.

But when the spell is cast, our connection will be...

I had cast the spell, and right then Owyn had gone. His presence had left suddenly and I knew I had acted impulsively. There must've been a more tactic way to do this. But I had no time to think, this was all I had on my mind. I continued stroking his pale face, leaving slight blood trails on his cheek and reached into my pocket for the potion.

Once my hand gripped the smooth surface of the glass flask I heard leaves rustle closeby.

A soft clapping disturbed the silence and I closed my eyes in frustration. ''Well, well, well.''

I shot around, wand in my hand and was about to curse the person but they had already cast Expelliarmus and Grindelwald's wand flew away. ''Finally, you've killed someone,'' Jonathan said, lowering his hands to his sides.

''I was starting to wonder when you wouldn't be able to keep in the anger and emotions after everything we've put you through,'' he said grinning.

I watched him confused. ''What are you talking about?'' I asked as I felt my body slowly weakening again.

He grinned and looked at Luther's body on the ground. ''It's a shame you needed to get him. He was a great servant. But, what do you expect when you offer them all the honor and glory everything will provide us.''

He was confusing me and I closed my eyes when feeling my wounds sting. ''I said, what are you talking about?'' I said, surprising anger coming from my voice.

He turned to me and smiled. ''What I'm talking about, of course, is everything that has happened in your life. The death of your parents, the death of your best friend, Miss. Goldstein's transformation, that pathetic owl you call the Libra, your little brother, Tom Riddle, and now, him.'' He pointed at Grindelwald behind me.

''All of it was your doing?'' I asked hurt. ''Everything that made my life miserable, has been your work?''

He nodded proudly. ''And we haven't even finished yet. We still have your little brother we're going to have some fun with. And we'll make sure, you will hear every scream, wail and call for help. That you will see everything that we do to hurt him.''

I closed my eyes and tears started leaking through. ''Why are you doing this?'' I asked feeling my body burn in pain.

''Well, you see. It's my job. Aurors take out criminals. It's how it works.''

''You're not an Auror, you're more of a criminal than anyone else on this earth. You have to be sick in the head if you call this a job. Destroying someone's life like you do is truly evil,'' I spat leaning on one arm.

He sighed. ''Alas, that is exactly what the Ministry thought, and well, I lost my job. But after this. After I show the world what I've managed to accomplish.'' He pointed at Grindelwald again. ''Taking out the most wanted wizard of half the world, I'm sure they'll make up their minds. It might be a cruel way of hunting criminals,'' he said grinning. ''But it surely is effective.''

''Why didn't you just kill me when you had the chance? You surely could,'' I asked.

I spotted something behind him, but I tried to ignore it.

But then a face peeked over the bushes and I gasped. I quickly tried to make it seem I gasped in pain, and to my luck, Jonathan fell for it.

Tom was hiding behind a bush, his face bruised and hurt. When he caught sight of me and Grindelwald, his expression turned furious. He took his own wand and pointed it ahead. I knew he wasn't able to do much, and I didn't want him to do anything. He needed to run, save himself. Find some people who would be able to help him.

I tried to shake my head at him, but Jonathan would notice, so at the last moment, I didn't.

''Well, what fun would that be?'' Jonathan asked grinning again.

I glanced behind him at Tom who now stood straight and was visible from his middle and above. I closed my eyes and waited for his voice.

''Crucio!'' he yelled. I saw a red light through my closed eyelids but didn't hear a thump, which meant he had missed.

I opened my eyes again and saw Jonathan striding across the clearing toward him.

I quickly turned around to Grindelwald whose breathing had almost stopped now. I took the potion from my pocket and poured it into his mouth. Hoping everything had gone alright, and I wouldn't accidentally kill him myself, I turned back around and saw Jonathan coming towards me, gripping Tom's wrist tightly and pulling him along.

Tom squealed in pain and tears came to his eyes as he saw me. ''You promised not to hurt them!'' he shouted as Jonathan turned to him. He took Tom's wand, threw him to the ground a few feet away from me and said, ''Well, I lied.'' Then he broke Tom's wand in two and I heard him gulp. Jonathan threw the pieces of wood on the ground before him. Tom took them and started sobbing. Then Jonathan took out his wand and started torturing him with the Cruciatus Curse.

I closed my eyes and cried until the ear-splitting screams stopped. I looked at Tom who lay in the snow in misery and tears streaming down his cheeks.

''I know that you feel like you've found your place, but these people are worse than the ones at the orphanage. They lie to you.''

Tom shook his head and glanced at me. ''You're...Lying,'' he said weakly. Jonathan smiled sweetly. ''Do you really think so?'' He looked at me and said, ''Will you tell him or shall I?'' he asked as if he had an exciting surprise for Tom.

I knew what he was talking about. ''Tom. I was going to tell you. I swear,'' I said staring at him with tears on my cheeks.

''It's true?'' he asked hurt. ''You've lied?''

I nodded quietly. ''But I wanted to tell you. When we were walking before we parted. I promise I didn't mean to lie to you, Tom.''

He turned angry and shouted, ''Just tell me what it is!''

I looked down, gathered all the courage I had left, and whispered, ''I am the little girl in the photograph.''

He stared at me for some time before he started shaking his head. ''No. Y-you can't be. He's making you say this, isn't he?'' he asked pointing at Jonathan with tears in his eyes. ''He's forcing you!''

I slowly shook my head with a guilty expression. ''I'm sorry, Tom. I'm your sister,'' I choked out.

He seemed paralyzed for a second before he started yelling at me. ''How could you not tell me that! I always thought I was alone. I've searched for my remaining family, I've found my parents' gravestones, convinced I was the only one left!''

Jonathan was watching the scene in joy and at that point, I just wanted to punch him in the face.

''Kid, please. I'm sorry. It was hard for me too, I've been alone all my life, and suddenly I have a little brother?''

He shook his head and gave up shouting. He hugged his knees to his chest and started sobbing.

''Drama,'' Jonathan said, rolling his eyes.

I glared at him and he returned me a quick grin.

''This will all be over soon. For both of you. You can surrender, or struggle. I'd prefer you'd struggle, it's more fun that way. But, it's your choice.''

I glanced at Tom and felt miserable. If Grindelwald wouldn't wake up, living wouldn't be anything I'd be very keen on.

I sighed and reached for Tom, but he moved away from me and watched my hand as if it was a poisonous snake.

I withdrew it slowly, and finally felt defeated. There was no possible way out of this situation. This was the end.

I slowly felt my energy fading, and I grew incredibly cold. My teeth chattered and my skin grew incredibly pale.

I felt different. As if a part of me was missing.

I closed my eyes, wishing the increasing headache would go away.

Suddenly an earsplitting roar was heard and a heavy flapping of wings sounded closeby. Everyone knew what was approaching and I felt miserable. ''What the...'' I heard Jonathan breathe.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was gazing up at the sky and had taken out his wand.

I tried to look up too, but my body wouldn't do as I said.

Suddenly a heavy thud was sounded a small distance away. I shifted my gaze and saw an enormous black dragon. Its eyes were red as blood and glinting like gems. It had a row of silver spikes going down its back and tail. Two enormous spiked horns were vested on both sides of its head and it had talons which looked like they could rip open a person without any difficulty.

The enormous reptile roared again, baring its pearl white teeth and showing off its magnificence. It worked because Jonathan took a few steps backward and started trying to curse the creature, but, despite its size, it was too quick for Jonathan, and the dragon was airborne in the blink of an eye.

It started soaring down toward us. I tried to move away, but my body wouldn't work. I watched the enormous entity nearing us. And noticed one of the talons making its way right at me.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the blow, but just before it hit me, the dragon maneuvered around me and gripped Jonathan tightly. It started climbing and breathed a dark purple fire which dissolved into a dark black smoke, and I watched it go with slight interest as I leaned back against Grindelwald as my body was growing weaker.

I sensed his breathing was slowly growing surer and even. My mind slowly grew hazy, and all I could do was watch the scene of the dragon and Jonathan.

It dropped Jonathan several feet before catching him again.

My mind was working hard to find an explanation as to why the dragon only attacked Jonathan.

Then, when Jonathan was once again falling down, he turned into a raven and tried to make an escape. He dove and tried to shake off the dragon by trying to search for cover from the forest below.

He had almost made it before the dragon opened its colossal mouth and ate the raven in one quick motion.

It was the last thing I saw before everything went dark, and I knew it must be my end.