A New Beginning

△⃒⃘ _Chapter 8_△⃒⃘

In a flash, he appeared right beside her, "I know... I know... But, as your brother, I should looked out for you, shouldn't I?"

Watching at the masked man's action, Grindelwald raised the corner of his eyebrows and strangely didn't rebuke him. He just smirked, "No need to worry about that... I'll treat my Liebling very well..."

Looking at her twin appearing beside her, Mira fondly smiled, "I really can't persuade you, huh?" and turned toward her soul mate, "Gel, it's time for us to go... I hope you will be able to find my identity... We shall meet you soon..." As soon as she finished talking, she disappeared from the spot together with her twin, smiling at the dark lord one last time. And, I hope you used the wand well... After all it's our family heirloom...

Looking at the place at which his soul mate vanished from, Grindelwald contemplated deeply about her words and curling the corner of his lips. I'll find you, Liebling... He turned toward to look that Aurors who were observing them. With a wave of the elder wand, he sent out blue flames toward them.

Soon, more and more aurors tried to flee from the amphitheater. Every single one of them didn't make it and burned into ashes by the blue flame. Tina looked around as Theseus stepped down next to Newt.

 Grindelwald looked at Newt, Tina, and Theseus, almost smirking. He then focus on Newt and Theseus. "Mr. Scamander. Do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?" He asked. Was he addressing Newt, Theseus, or both? Nobody is certain. He sent a huge burst of fire and the group defended ourselves.

"Grindelwald! Stop!" Tina heard Leta yell. She looked at her as she stepped out from behind the statue she had been standing behind. She descended the stairs and Grindelwald ascended up to her.

"This one, I believe I know," Grindelwald said as he reached her.

"Leta Lestrange, despised entirely among wizards, unloved, mistreated, yet brave. So very brave," Grindelwald said, smirking a little. "Time to come home." He reached his hand out for her to take.

Leta stared at the hand for a few minutes, deciding whether or not to take it. She looked toward her best friend and fiance and gave them a sad smile. She took Grindelwald's hand, but as he started walking she let it go. He stopped, confused. Leta determinedly pulled out her wand and pointed it at Rosier with the skull. The skull exploded and the lady was thrown backwards. Grindelwald looked around confused, not knowing what to do.

"Go!" Leta screamed at them "Go!" The next second she was engulfed by the flames. She looked at both Newt and Theseus and murmured her last words, "I love you."

"Leta!" Theseus screamed, ready to go dive in after her, but Newt grabbed him and they disapparated. The fire chased after them, as they spun into darkness. While Yasuf grabbed Jacob and apparated from the place as the flame spurned around them.

Looking at the flames dancing around, Grindelwald murmured, "I hate Paris." as he disappeared from the place, leaving chaos of flame behind.

As soon as they were out  of  sight, a figure flashed by near Leta and murmured, "Well... It seems I've to save you... After all mother will be sad if her favorite niece is dead..." 

Another figure appeared right beside him and remarked, "Your savior tendency is showing again... But yes, we need to save her..."

Soon, two of them gently took the unconscious form of Leta and disapparate from the place, unnoticed by anyone as the place is deserted with flames engulfing around them. 

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Newt looked around the cemetery. Jacob, Tina,  Theseus and Yusuf all stood there with them. An old man shuffled his way in.

The blue flame flowed brightly, ready to engulfed them. It formed into a dragon like creature roaring as it try to devoured them. They weren't able to maintain it and defend from it like they could before as their shields are too weak. And the flame was too powerful, too strong and too fueled.

The old man looked at the group that had gathered and spoke. "Together, in a circle, your wands into the earth, or all Paris will be lost," he commanded them.

All of them followed the instructions and made a circle. "Finite!" They all shouted before plunging their wands into the soft earth. It was going to take all their strength to fight the fire Grindelwald had formed.

The old man, together with the group determinedly tried to contain the flame from burning the whole city along with its occupants into ashes. After a while, Grindelwald's fire was pushed back. The entrance of what was the theater slammed and sealed shut.

Newt  noticed Jacob being comforted by the old man and Tina, sitting in darkness, crying as he just stood there.  He, then walked over to Theseus and hugged him, starting to cry over the loss of one of his best friend, Leta. He held him tight.

Newt opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated. He decided to say what he wanted to,  in the end though. "I've chosen my side," He told Theseus. Theseus looked shocked, but happy as Newt was on their side now.

Newt noticed the niffler hobbling over to him. It was limping and looked in pain. Newt walked over to it and bent down. He scooped it off the ground. "Yeah, you're okay," he told the little creature. He looked down to notice a silver vial in the animal's paws. He picked it up and looked at it. He put the vial and the niffler in his jacket.

Unknown to them, the twins were watching them as they contain the flame ready to help if it's necessary while still holding the unconscious form of Leta. They looked as Nicholas Flamel commanded them, they plunged their wand into the ground and forced back the flame.

"Hmm...? Is that a blood pact?" one of them spoke seeing the vial.

"Yes it's a blood pact... So, that's why it took so long for Dumbledore to fight Gel in our timeline... A pact to not fight against each other, huh?"

"Indeed... Shall we go, Mira? Although we left two puppets in our place, it's going to fade soon... And, we need to treat Leta too..." Hadrian spoke as he stoked the scales of Nagini. 

"Yes, we should leave..."

As soon as their voice faded, they soon disappear from the spot looking at the group final time.