![]() ![]() The curse should have driven you mad, perhaps it already had, maybe you already were, but something had started to block it out. Newt and the creatures were obviously safe. Your mouth wanted to fall open and pledge your allegiance to him, but you clamped it shut. The world lost focus and all you could hear was the spell over and over again. Pain which you had never even thought possible coursed through your body. If you must sacrifice yourself, I am happy to oblige. “Ah,” said the face, sickeningly sweet, “so you love them? Fine then. Newt had saved you from the life of a pureblood princess and for that you owed him everything, no matter how much he denied it. I would give anything for them.” It was true. You looked at him, glaring, and spat, “I have a heart and a soul. The face, mostly covered in shadow, had a disgusting smile. “Now, what is such a powerful pureblood doing with those monsters and that muggle loving Hufflepuff? You could be even more powerful under me.” This one’s loyalty knows no bounds.” And that was the last you remembered before waking in a dark room, magically bound. ![]() Y/B/N’s protego was too late and the spell broke through. In the pureblood world, slaying one’s kin was the highest of offenses, akin to being a blood traitor, which you now supposed you were. Do you go against your morals or let them die? Your parents were the typical pureblood Slytherin and would have wanted you to give in, but since you and Newt had become such great friends, you had decided to follow your own moral compass. “Join us, or I blow this case to pieces.” “I won’t join in someone who kills innocents.” “We aren’t interested in them or this Scamander fellow you love so much. Your brother, Y/B/N, also known as one of Grindelwald’s highest ranking fanatics. You flicked your hand (wandless magic was a pureblood family tradition, and probably the only one you were proud of), and Newt had changed into a person you could recognize anywhere. Sure, he’d snapped at you when he was frustrated or some search had not gone well, but he’d never looked at you with such anger.įinally it clicked in your head. “Y/N! I thought you had them under control!” This was so unlike Newt. Your smile melted as Newt’s face became angry. “There he is! How many times have I told you that the only jewelry you can have is the stuff in the box I gave you. Many hours had passed before Newt came in with the little jewelry thief. You hoped the side effects were thankfully minimal. You were able to put most of it in another vial and clean up what you couldn’t, though your skin soaked up a bit more. Some of it touched your hand and immediately vanished. When you realized he had left, you accidentally cracked a vial of a residue of some sort given to you by a dying creature the two of you had found in the Nile. Too bad that Niffler couldn’t keep his promises to stay put while you checked on the babies. You made your rounds in the case as Newt carried you through the streets, someone needed to keep his (your) creatures calm. Tomorrow, we’ll be in America and on our way to getting you back home. What was the danger? Frank calmed down and nudged his head against your hand. But don’t tell Newt.” Placing your hand on his head, you thought about the dark storm clouds above him. “Hey Frank!” You smiled at the gorgeous thunderbird. ![]() I will have a list of prompts you can request up soon. Also, please feel free to request anything. Warnings: torture, killing family in self defenseĪN: I imagine Grindelwald to be a 1920’s version of Moriarty. Prompt: Reader is traveling with best friend Newt and is captured by her brother, one of Grindelwald’s followers, and Grindelwald himself, only to be tortured and brought along with him to Credence when he is in the underground of NYC. ![]()
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