Fantastic Beasts: Betrayal

10 - Finale

We entered a large circular room with rounded isles, like in an old Muggle Greek theatre. Newt led me to Tina, who was staring at the people stood around the levels of isles. Newt sighed, realising.

"It's a trap." Tina said. I looked at her, scared.

"Yeah." Newt said, looking out at the other gathered people. "Queenie, the family tree. It's all been bait."

"What?" I said quietly, taking steps back. "What do you mean?"

"Lia... don't worry... we'll find a way out of here..." Newt tried to calm me down. I pretended to be calm, but inside I was screaming with fear.

"We have to find a way out of here right now." Tina said. Newt held my hand and backed away. I followed him backwards.

"You go find the others." He said to Tina.

"What are you gonna do?" Tina asked, worried.

"We'll think of something, won't we, Lia?" I just looked down, still terrified. Newt sighed and squeezed my hand softly, before walking us over to one of the many sets of stairs that led down to the main... stage, I would call it. We were forced into a space in the crowd. It didn't help that I was claustrophobic, and that there were so many people around.

The audience of people clapped as I saw someone come out of a passageway leading to the stage. I gasped as I realised who it was.

"My brothers, my sisters, my friends, the great gift of your applause is not for me. No." Grindelwald said, clearly lying through his teeth. Newt held onto my hand, squeezing it gently. "It is for yourselves. You came today because of a craving and a knowledge that the old ways serve us no longer." I looked up at Newt, still terrified, and he looked back down at me, trying to hide his fear. That comforted me. He was scared too. I wasn't alone.

"You came today because you crave something new. Something different.

"It is said that I hate les non-Magiques. The Muggles."

I heard angry voices from the audience against the Muggles. I looked at where Jacob was, and he looked around at the people, clearly scared too.

"The No-Majs. The Can't-Spells! I do not hate them." I looked back down at him, confused. "I do not." But... I thought he hated Muggles! He tortured, killed Muggles!

"For I do not fight out of hatred. I say the Muggles are not lessor, but other. Not worthless, but of other value. Not disposable, but of a different disposition." I was further confused. That wasn't true at all! What was this evil wizard doing?

"Magic blooms only in rare souls. It is granted to those who love for higher things. Oh, and what a world we would make for all of humanity. We who live for freedom. For truth. And for love." I looked behind me after hearing quiet whispers from the exit and saw Uncle Theseus leading some people into the room. I tugged Newt's coat. He looked down at me, and I looked up at Uncle Theseus. Newt looked up too, before sighing, catching eye contact with Uncle Theseus, who looked back at him with a pleading look. I looked back down at Grindelwald, who had produced a small skull with a tube sticking out of it.

"The time has come to share my vision of the future that awaits if we do not rise up and take our rightful place in the world."

He breathed in from the tube, and blew out a misty, fog-like... mist. It turned into a vision of Muggle soldiers with guns, huge big - I think the Muggles called them... tanks? I couldn't remember - collapsing buildings, aircraft with spells shooting out of them, a very loud siren, and... a huge flash of light that turned into an explosion of land and fire...