The unintentional Crimes of Grindelwald

Chapter 31 - Happy endings don't last

Hello everybody! I can't believe that this is the last chapter before the epilogue! Thanks to everybody reading it, I appreciate you all a lot. I'd like to hear your opinion on the Story to improve as a writer and just to hear your thoughts. By the way for all the Germans hear... I have been working on a Translation, so stay tuned if you'd like to read it!

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Chapter 31

"You know it, don't you?", he asked her, a cup of tea in his hands. "I am not going to tell you, if you mean that. Knowledge has killed too many, I don't want you to be one of them. Besides, you wouldn't understand me", Eulalie Hicks whispered, staring into her tea, as if he would answer her questions. "But I am incredibly good at understanding, Miss Hicks. I have heard of your sister and I understand you better than anyone", Albus tried to make it clear, but Eulalie just laughed at him. "As if you would understand anyone. As if you would really believe in people. Just a mask out of lies and manipulation, you're nothing more. I don't believe you understand me because of who I am, you just understand me because we both had a sister. And because Grindelwald destroyed both of ours lives. You don't understand me because I am who I am, but because you believe I can help you. Help you play people and then tell them you're their savior. Do you really think I would... I learned that it is better to keep myself out of wars and broken hearts business", she said. "I... I apologize", Dumbledore stuttered. "I didn't want to hurt you, I know what everybody says, but... I can't tell you about your thing with Gellert Grindelwald... I could change time with this and I've learned my lesson, I won't tell anyone too much Knowledge, Knowledge that took me my sister. But I can tell you... There is no cure and there never will be. The only person able to fight against the obscurus is the obscurial. Grindelwald hasn't won anything, Dumbledore, there is still a little hope left. May you use it wisely and let your weaknesses not take over you", Eulalie whispered. Albus almost spat out his tea. He had been right, all this time. There had never been a cure, the key was Credence. His belief could fight it, his own will of controlling it could cure him. It had been inside Credence all along.

He wanted to forget, he wanted to do something against this feeling. Was he suffocating or was this blood running out of him? He would die, he would die and it was more painful than in any of his nightmares. Jacob would have accepted it, but why did death had to hurt so much? He did not want to leave Queenie now, and he did not want to bleed out. He was a muggle, but why had a normal lion try to kill him? Technically, he was dying right now. But if he was dying, why could he still see Queenies beautiful face. Even if she was crying, she was still beautiful to him. More beautiful than any other person Jacob had ever seen. "Don't worry about me. You can fight against Grindelwald and then... I'll get better.. Somehow. Don't do something you'll regret later", he whispered. "If you do something for the right cause, it's not important if the thing is wrong. I don't want you... You will survive. Don't embarrass me right in front of Grindelwald", she said, laughing. But Jacob knew that she was just laughing because she did not want him to see her laughing. "You really sound like Grindelwald sometimes" "As long as I can save you, I don't care if I sound like Grindelwald, darling" Jacob did not know if he really heard her tears in her voice. As if she tried to express her emotions through just simple sentences. Jacob did not want her to call him darling. It made him think of everything he had to go through, just to be together. And now he was dying and destroyed everything they ever had. His eyes became too heavy, he had to close them. Maybe dying really did not hurt, maybe it really felt like sleeping in. Except that he would not wake up this time. "I am not going to let you die just right in front of me, while I remember that I am actually a pukwudgie and that I should be able to heal you. But I can't. Jacob, I listened to people all my life. I heard tragedies, stories and I swore myself every time that I would never let one of these things happen to me. And now I'm here and I can't do anything... I never felt so useless, ever", she whispered and her tears fell down on Jacobs jacket. "You aren't useless", was Jacobs response, but it was nothing more than a weak whisper. "I'll do whatever you want", echoed through his head. He could not fight it any longer, he felt too weak, he needed blood and something that could stop these wounds from tearing him apart.