It was strange to think about the fact that most of the unfortunate events that had taken place in my life, had been planned and executed purposefully. Like faith didn't exist. Like other people controlled my life, not me. Not the universe. Not some kind of greater power. It really gave me that sense of hopelessness. What if someone else would find their way into my life and control it as Jonathan had? Would there be someone out there who would be as crazy and sick in the head like him?

It truly was a terrifying thought. But I was relieved that I now had the ability to forget about all of it. Everything that happened. Because for now, I was safe. I was with the person I loved, I was surrounded by people that made me feel better about myself. It was almost perfect. Except for one, tiny problem.

Tom was still missing.

I was worried sick about him. If I had just known him a little better than I did, it might've helped me think of any place where he might have gone. If he was anywhere at all. Maybe he hadn't even survived the woods. Maybe his cold corpse was resting somewhere in the forest, completely drained of color.

White as a sheet, his eyes and lips red, lying shivering below a fresh pack of snow.

I shook the disturbing image away and breathed in deeply as I started to feel my eyes water.

''Are you alright?'' Gellert asked as he rolled over onto his side to face me.

It was late and we were already lying in bed for what must've been at least a few hours. I hadn't expected him to still be awake. ''I'm fine, go back to sleep,'' I whisper before rolling onto my side and closing my eyes, wishing for sleep to take over my chaotic mind.

I heard him sigh, and was expecting him to tell me that he wasn't going to stop prying until I told him. But instead, I felt his arms finding their way around my waist and feeling him settling against me. ''Goodnight,'' he said as he placed a gentle kiss on my bare shoulder.

I placed one of my hands on his and closed my eyes. I really was grateful that someone as great as he loved me as he did. ''Goodnight,'' I said as I could finally feel the fogginess entering my mind.

The next morning we slept in, convinced that we at least deserved a little bit of extra relaxation. But as soon as my eyes opened and the drowsiness had faded, the worries had found their way back into my head.

I sighed again and tried to wiggle out of Gellert's grip, who was still asleep. I knew that was a stupid decision because it woke him up. I apologized softly and turned to face him. ''It's quite alright,'' he said with a wide yawn. ''But if you want, we can stay here a little longer,'' he said with a seductive tone as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

I smile and raise my eyebrows. ''Don't you have important work to do today?'' I ask with a grin. He watched me thoughtfully, ''Nothing that can't wait,'' he says as he slowly nears me and starts to kiss my neck.

I stifle a moan as he starts nibbling on my skin, to which a grin spreads across his face. ''You tease,'' I whisper in his ear before he starts kissing my lips again. ''Always,'' he mutters against my lips.

We were enjoying ourselves for some time until I suddenly felt a piercing pain in my shoulder. I flinched and it caused Gellert to retreat and watch me with a frown. ''Are you OK?''

I nod as the pain disappeared as quickly as it had come. ''Fine,'' I say as I kiss his lips again. But it doesn't take long or the second flash of pain erupts from exactly the same place. I grab it tightly as it starts to ache. I curse softly as I fall back against the pillow.

''What's wrong?'' he asks genuinely concerned now. His gaze flicks towards my shoulder, and suddenly I realize that the pain was coming from where I was hit by Jonathan's curse not that long ago.

Gellert seemed to have realized the same thing because he was undoing the buttons of my shirt and threw it open to examine the huge scar that was a reminder of my second encounter with that disgusting little man.

The scar was red and looked irritated. While all I felt was an increasing aching in my shoulder and not even the slightest irritation.

I was staring down at it until suddenly my vision went black and I seemed to be flying through the air. Away from the castle.

My vision was blurry at first and I could only see blurs through my dispersing vision which caused me to panic. Suddenly my speed decreased and I seemed to be floating towards the ground. I was seeing the woods below me, snow covering everything.

There was nothing except for the snow and bare trees. Until my sight started to clear and I felt my feet connect with solid ground. I noticed something dark, half-covered by snow. I slowly approached it, and it was only when my vision had sharpened that I realized that it was a person.

And as I was taking a cautious step closer, the sudden realization hit me.

Tom.

But the sight of his deadly pale skin froze me to the spot. But nevertheless, I forced myself to check if he was still alive.

But what if he wasn't? Would I be able to forgive myself? Would I be able to move on? Or would it be something that would haunt me until the end of my days? It was, after all, my fault that he had run off. If I had been honest with him from the start, if I had told him I was his sister, maybe he would've been just fine.

Those were all questions that I couldn't answer.

So, carefully crouching down in the snow beside him, I dusted it off of him and carefully moved his head into my lap. I quickly checked his pulse, and I could feel tears come to my eyes when I could feel the steady beating against my fingers.

I conjured a blanket and gently covered him with it. ''Tom? Tom? Can you hear me, Tom?'' I ask gently as I shake him softly. ''Tom, it's me. Everything's going to be fine,'' I whisper as I stand up and take him in my arms.

I carried him through the forest and I could feel his shivers against me. His eyelids crack open for a bit before they closed again. ''You're OK. You're going to be OK,'' I say as I hug his body against me, hoping it would somewhat fight off the freezing cold, and stride across the forest grounds.

''(Y/N),'' his soft, cracked voice sounded. I looked down at his face. ''I-I-I'm s-s-sorry,'' he says, his teeth chattering. ''No, I'm sorry, Tom. I should've been honest with you. It was stupid to keep such an important secret.''

His eyes closed and his breathing starts to become ragged and uneven. ''I-I-It's m-my f-f-fault,'' he brings out in a weak whisper. I shake my head and keep walking towards the castle that I can now see through the bare trees. ''We're almost there, Tom. Hold on,'' I say as I quicken my pace, believing that his end is nearing.

''I'm sorry for everything.'' It was said without chattering, and just several seconds later his body went limp in my arms.

I halted and stared down at his lifeless face. ''Tom.'' It was a whisper, but it made tears come to my eyes, dreading that I was already too late. ''Tom.'' Again, there was no answer, and suddenly it had hit me, that I had come too late, and that life had escaped his body. But I couldn't accept it. How could I?

''Tom!'' I yell as I fall down on my knees in the snow and the tears start dropping from my eyes. ''Please, Tom. Open your eyes. Please,'' I whisper as I hug his limp body against me. But whatever I tried, he was gone. And there wasn't anything in the world, I could do to reverse it.

Suddenly my sight returned to me in a flash and I was back in my room with Grindelwald who was sitting opposite me with a concerned expression. ''What happened? You just zoned out for almost an entire minute,'' he said with fear in his voice.

I focused on him as I realized what had just happened. ''I know where Tom is,'' I gasp as I jump off the bed and start dressing up as quickly as I can. ''What?'' he asked confused. ''How...''

I shook my head. ''Not important, we need to go. Now! He's almost gone,'' I call out as I start realizing that if we won't hurry, I would lose my little brother too.

He seemed to finally get what I meant and started dressing up too. ''Where to?'' he asks as he buttons up his plain white shirt. ''The clearing where we last encountered Brook,'' I say as I take his hand and we disapparate to the place that I had just visited in my vision.

I was quickly approaching the frozen lake, and I was right. There he laid almost completely covered by snow. And if that wasn't even bad enough, the snow kept coming and it looked like a blizzard was approaching.

I didn't hesitate and ran towards him, my knees connecting with the cold, frozen drops of water as I throw myself on the ground beside him. I pull him from under the snow and check his pulse. It was there, but only beating weakly. ''We need to get him back to the castle,'' I say as I quickly conjure a blanket, just like I had done in my vision, and wrapped it around him.

''We can't disapparate while he's unconscious, we'll have to walk,'' he said softly. I started striding across the clearing towards the woods, not bothering to reply. It would only take time, time we didn't have. ''Do you know the way?'' he asks as he watches me walk forward confidently. ''I do. At least I think I do,'' I admit softly.

I can feel Tom starting to chatter and shake. My arms were growing tired but I kept walking, refusing to slow down a pace. Despite my confidence, Gellert offered to take over. I let him and I was relieved he could because I was convinced that he was stronger than me.

After some time of anxiously striding through the snow and wondering if we really went in the right direction, I could finally see the castle walls coming into view. ''There it is!'' I exclaimed as I started to run towards the entrance of the huge building.

Maybe we would make it after all!

The enormous doors opened in front of us and we entered the castle and rushed to the infirmary on the second floor. I was out of breath by the time we got there. But Tom was still breathing which gave me a little sense of relief.

Gellert called for the nurse and she immediately came scurrying towards us and she cleared a bed at the sight of the deadly pale boy in Gellert's arms.

He laid him down and removed the blanket as the nurse covered him with the bedsheets. She conjured some potion that would help his body to rise in temperature. Not much later she asked us to leave the room, because there wasn't anything for us to do but wait. She told us to go and distract ourselves for a bit while Tom was warming up. It would take a long time before he'd actually get back to his senses.

So, there we stood, in front of the closed doors of the infirmary. I was watching the floor with a sad expression and watery eyes. ''What happened to me?'' I ask fixing my gaze on the floor. He watches me with a quizzical expression, so I continue, ''Before we went to find him. I had some sort of vision,'' I say softly as I lean against the stone wall, feeling a little dizzy.

He shook his head. ''I don't know. But we got him, and that's important,'' he said. I was still watching the floor uncertainly. I had no idea what happened to me. It was frightening to not know what happened to me. What if something else happens? Something no one can explain?

I refused to think about it any longer, so I looked up at Gellert and gently put my arms around his neck as I hugged him tightly. I listened to his heartbeat which felt relaxing. But to my enormous agitation, I still felt light in the head.

I looked up at him and offered to return to our quarters and rest for a bit. I felt like I could really use some Gellert time now.