I stared at his face with tears in my eyes.

''W-where's Tom?'' I choked out, remembering the argument we had had before I had blacked out.

He might hate me but I was still worried about him. He was my little brother and that would never change.

Grindelwald looked at the ground with a little guilt showing on his face. ''I suppose he ran off after he saw the dragon,'' he said, receiving a soft hoot of disagreement from Owyn. Probably because he didn't like being called 'the dragon'.

He ignored it and continued, ''I've sent out several search parties. Don't worry, we'll find him.''

I rested my head against the pillow, trying to relax. Was it all over now? Were we safe? Would I be able to live a fair and normal, happy life from now on without actually killing the people around me?

I couldn't answer any of these questions and that frustrated me. But not for very long because after several minutes I drifted off into a light slumber.

His smiling face being the last thing I saw before I was engulfed in darkness.

He sighed softly and leaned back against the chair. Relief had flooded inside of him and he watched you sleep with a furrowed brow.

She survived, Owyn said his gaze fixed on you. He took off and settled on the edge of the bed, catching his attention.

She was prepared to die for you, he said his voice rising a bit. Was it distrust?

Grindelwald stared into his eyes intently. ''She was. And I would have never forgiven myself if she actually did,'' he hissed, assuring Owyn he had never had bad intentions concerning you.

Owyn's stare softened.

I can sense your honesty. I think she hasn't mistaken you for someone you're not, he said his tone softly turning gentle.

''I'm glad you don't hate me completely. It would make this a lot harder,'' he said staring at the owl with a small smirk.

Suddenly he saw some slight movement behind Owyn and he looked at the row of beds opposite them.

He stared at the bed that Queenie occupied at the moment and he gently let go of your hand, before standing up and slowly making his way towards her bed.

Curiosity exploded in his mind and he couldn't help but notice her move again.

Suddenly she sat upright, making him gasp in surprise. She looked around with a disorientated look before her gaze settled on him.

''What happened?'' she asked staring at him with slight fascination before noticing you laying in the bed on the other side of the room.

''Oh my god, what happened to (Y/N)?'' she asked concerned trying to examine you from afar.

Once he had overcome his shock he neared her and started explaining what had happened. She watched him with a fascinated, yet anxious look as the events of the past few weeks started to sink in.

When he finished Queenie glanced at me again and then at him. She looked at me with a guilty expression.

''Why were you so angry with her before all of this happened?'' he asked suddenly. ''It has been bothering me and (Y/N) has never really told me.''

Queenie frowned and looked at him with a questioning look. ''I can't remember being angry with her,'' she said, staring at the window.

''All I remember is that I told (Y/N) about the letter Tina had sent me. After that everything's just a blur, sir,'' she said innocently returning her gaze to him.

''That's odd,'' he mumbled. ''Can't you remember anything from when you were here?'' he asked softly.

''Now I think about it, I do actually. I remember seeing Jacob and (Y/N) crying. I also remember her yelling at him. But since Jacob isn't here, I supposed it had been a dream.''

Grindelwald looked a little uncomfortable, and earned some curious looks from Queenie who finally build up the courage to ask, ''Sir, what's wrong?''

He looked up at her and sighed. ''Well, Jacob is in fact here.''

Her eyes lit up and her face suddenly grew fearful. The only way for him to be here is being tortured or maybe worse.

''Don't worry. We haven't hurt him. Nothing like that.''

Queenie sighed in relief and he knew that she, despite everything, still loved the muggle. ''We thought he might be the way to wake you up. But since that didn't seem to work, we gave up hope. But it seems that it worked nevertheless,'' he said softly.

He was composing himself quite gentle and vulnerable but for the first time in a very long time, he didn't feel like he had to be a great intimidating, powerful man. But just a human being that indeed, has feelings.

She nodded and smiled. For a moment she looked down at her hands before she carefully asked, ''Sir, is it alright for me to see him?''

Grindelwald knew that this would happen eventually. But he also knew that the Muggle had to leave somewhere in the near future and that she might be unable to let him go.

Suddenly an image of you entered his mind, and he shortly glanced around at you. Smiling slightly, knowing how he'd feel, he nodded and said, ''But you need to understand that he can't stay.''

Queenie nodded understandingly, excitement glinting in his eyes. But suddenly she was overflowed with mixed feelings.

What if he wouldn't want her anymore because she was now an actual 'being'. She was a vampire, and she still had her long incisors. Maybe Jacob would change his mind about her. Find some muggle girl he likes.

The thoughts brought tears to her eyes but she fought them away.

''I would really like to see him,'' she said smiling.

Grindelwald had called for Knobbs and told him to fetch Jacob. Sometime later he had entered the room followed by a grumpy house-elf.

He called for Jacob to slow down and complained that his legs were too small for him to keep up with the 'big people'.

Jacob came running across the room towards the bed and Knobbs called after him.

Grindelwald turned to the two and pressed his finger to his lips, motioning towards you.

Knobbs muttered a soft apology but kept following Jacob.

Queenie watched him approach, the nervousness made her feel nauseous and she couldn't help but flinch at the sight of him.

But her troubles were soon forgotten, because he embraced her tightly and for a moment, Grindelwald thought she might suffocate.

He glanced at the two before he decided to return to you and give the couple some space.

He settled on the chair and smiled gently at the two before focusing his gaze on you. Wondering what life would be like from now on, he slowly returned his hand onto yours. The sudden realization of the many near-death occasions made him feel like he had not enjoyed living enough.

Life was so short, and he had almost lost you several times. That was no life. But he was convinced it was different now since Jonathan was gone.

He sighed and looked at your face with a sad expression. Your life hadn't been anything that was lead by faith or destiny. No. Someone had controlled your life to make it the worst, maybe even like a living hell.

Suddenly he felt admiration for you. How had you been able to not give up while enduring the worst things that can happen to anyone?

And right then he swore to himself he would make all those lost years of sunshine and enjoyment up to you.

A few days passed and Gellert had decided to stay with me until I was allowed to leave the infirmary. Even overnight he pushed another bed against mine and sleep next to me, just so I wouldn't have to be alone.

It made me smile and I felt happy to have him. The nurse had often shaken her head in disagreement but she never actually said anything about it. I knew it had something to do with him, it always had, because I was sure this wasn't allowed, but I appreciated it.

Being alone in the infirmary overnight was not one of the things I liked. It was cold and it made me feel alone. The silence was killing me as was the lack of moonlight.

Tom hadn't been found yet and I was starting to lose hope, but something told me he was still alive and OK.

Queenie's recovery had taken me completely by surprise and I was very relieved that she wasn't mad at me.

Grindelwald had found out that she was under the imperious curse from Jonathan and it was just one of his many sickening ways of destroying my life.

One day Gellert left for some time and refused to tell me why, and this frustrated me because I was a very curious person. All he did was just smirk.

When he returned he had a gentle smile on his face and looked at me like it was the most beautiful day of his life.

''How are you feeling, darling?'' he asked sitting down on the edge of the bed.

I sat upright and raised my eyebrows. ''What happened to you?'' I asked a little mockingly.

''Nothing,'' he said casually.

''But, how are you feeling?'' he asked again. ''Why?'' I asked starting to feel a little strange. ''I just want to know how you're feeling,'' he said innocently. ''Am I not allowed to ask you that?'' he asked a little hurt.

''Fine. I'm fine. A lot better than yesterday and I'm not as tired anymore.''

He grinned and opened his mouth. ''Nurse, I'm taking her out!'' he shouted so she'd certainly hear what he'd said.

I watched him with a mixture of shock and curiosity.

He smirked and shrugged. ''I made a bet that if you'd say you're feeling well, I could take you out,'' he said triumphantly. ''I wasn't allowed to say this before you'd answer.''

I smiled and chuckled. ''Since when did you become so playful?'' I asked raising my eyebrows.

''Not sure. I think that's your fault,'' he said suspiciously. He started tickling me and suddenly I knew something really wasn't OK. He would never be as cheerful as he was now. Or at least he wouldn't show it.

He helped me out of bed and I went to dress up. ''What do you want to do?'' I asked softly, sitting on the edge of our bed.

''How many actual dates have we had?'' he asked raising his eyebrows.

I wasn't sure how this was relevant but I thought about it nevertheless. And to my surprise, I realized we had never been on a date.

''Exactly. Zero. So I was thinking, maybe it's time for our first official date to take place.''