You're losing me

So I watch your life in pictures

Y/N POV

It was raining outside and the inside of the restaurant was full of people. I was seating at a table, alone. Next to me, there was a man, by himself too. He had something around his hand. Then, a person showed up in front of him. A man with white hair.

"Hello."

When he spoke, every little discussions around me stopped. I could see everyone speaking but I couldn't hear them. The only thing I was able to catch was what the two men were talking about.

"Hi. Sit down. Please."

The man with white hair sat down and looked at the hand of the other.

"I had it around my neck for so many years that I forgot what it was like. How does it feel?" He asked

"Great. I think. (Silence) We can't free each other."

"This tea is wonderful don't you think so? It's actually the only thing the muggles are capable to do great."

He took his cup.

"What you're doing is madness."

"The madness we created. Don't you remember?"

"I was young. We were young. You can stop this..."

"Oh please. This is not madness, this is what we lived for (he looked at his friend's hand) be careful. You can't hate me. Remember?"

"Gellert....."

Grindelwald stood up and said

"We were two in this. You promise, but I guess the great Dumbledore does not respect promises like he is supposed to do."

He left the room

"Y/N.... Y/N...."

I heard a voice calling me from far way

"Wake up!"

I opened my eyes, it was Hermione.

"What time is it?" I asked

"Time for gifts! Come on!"

I stood up, or I tried to and went downstairs.

"Merry Christmas!" Mrs Weasley said

"Merry Christmas!" I replied

I opened my gifts and saw a pull with the first letter of my name written on it.

"Thank you Mrs Weasley!" I said

Then I opened the other gifts from Hermione, Ron and Harry. They did the same with the ones I bought for them. Then I took the little box that Mattheo gave me. I opened it. It was a necklace .A beautiful necklace in the shape of a little heart. Under the ring, there was a piece of paper.

I hope you like it. Merry Christmas.
Your favorite Slytherin, Mattheo

I smiled and put the necklace around my neck.

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It was the night before we came back to school. I couldn't sleep, actually I wanted to have those dreams. I wanted to know why everywhere I went, Grindelwald was there. In my dreams, the necklace I gave to Mattheo, the picture, the pensieve..... why? Was it because I could read thoughts? Or because I was Queenie's granddaughter? I didn't think so. And how did Remus knew all about him? Where had he found all this? In books, but which books?

"Hey Y/N."

It was Hermione.

"What?" I whispered

"I hear you sometimes, you talk in your sleep. I can help you, you know."