Lovers (A Newtina Fanfic)

Part 10

Queenie! was Tina's immediate reaction.

What? Queenie thought back.

The memory. The- the wand that Grindelwald- Credence.

The one with the phoenix?

Yeah. CREDENCE IS A DUMBLEDORE?

Woah. A little too loud there. But Grindelwald could be lying. Credence, no matter how magically strong he is, is still emotionally vulnerable.

I know. I wish he wasn't in this situation. It's absolutely horrible. But if that phoenix really is his, even if he's not a Dumbledore, then it will come to his aid. Hopefully.

Hopefully. What are you doing now, anyway?

Trying to find out stuff that will help me rescue Credence. I know it's going to be hard, with my current imprisonment.

But of course, you're going to try. I'm worried for you, Teenie.

I know, I can't help it. Where's his room?

North wing, third floor.

I was right!

Next to Grindelwald's personal sitting room.

Oh, shoot.

Yep.

Anything else-oh wait bye! Tina shut off the connection. Then footsteps. The resounding clack of boots and the swish of expensive fabric echoed in the almost empty cells. She added a few extra layers to her mental walls, cementing them with silly, cute nonsense, thoughts of kittens and nifflers.

It was Grindelwald. And Vinda, somehow. She was locked up! In the Ministry! How? Grindelwald must have seen Tina's surprised expression because he said,

"You're not the only one with spies, Miss Goldstein."

Tina swore under her breath.

"Now, this here is no way to treat a guest, so we've set up a room for you," Vinda said, with her irritatingly French drawl.

"A room? I'm fine here, you know."

"Yes, a room. You can't stay here forever." Vinda flicked her wand and the bars on the cell disappeared. Tina stumbled into a standing position, shifting a bit so her leather coat sat properly on her shoulders. She'd have to look pretty and put together, even as a hostage. It might not work on Grindelwald, but her little tricks with her appearance helped in her interrogations.

The three walked up the stairs, Tina almost tripping because of her bound hands. Neither Grindelwald or Vinda steadied her, though that was expected. She walked slower, which helped. They climbed a lot of stairs, but there were more, the stairwell seemingly endless.

"Hurry up!" Vinda snapped.

"It's either this or I trip and fall. Which would you like?" Tina snapped back.

"Oh, I can fix that easily." Vinda flicked her wand, and the steel disappeared, and in its place was a pair of Admonitors. It wasn't a great alternative, she couldn't use wandless magic now because they tracked her magical activity, but at least she could move her hands. Another problem? The person who was trapped by them couldn't take them off themselves, even with a wand. She had first-hand experience with them, as the Magical Congress had slapped some on her wrists after she had attacked Mary Lou Barebone.

Finally, they stopped and entered a small circular room. It was sparsely but well furnished. A lonesome bed sat directly in front of the group, draped in a grey blanket. A large wardrobe stood by a window, which would offer a splendid view of the Austrian mountains in the morning. A little trapdoor was embedded into the floor. A clock hung on the wall that said it was midnight. And a thinning and fraying carpet that looked like it had seen better days covered the floor. It was, and Tina hated to admit it, a pretty nice room. Even if being in a tower was terrifying.