"Newt!" Tina called out, searching desperately for Newt in the crowd of injured people at the hospital. "Tina?" Tina whirled around. There lay Newt, looked ashen and weak, but his familiar shy smile was etched across his face. She lay down beside him, snuggling into him gently, trying not to touch his injury. "You okay?" she asked. "I've had worse," Newt replied softly. Tina smiled.

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Why couldn't he move?

Why was the world so dark?

What was going on?

Credence struggled to make a part of him move, trying to wiggle his fingers, but his body felt like a rubber hose. He couldn't make a sound, but if he could, he would scream in frustration. Move, you stupid arms, move! he growled.

"I don't think he will ever wake up, Caoimhe," came Mr. Scamander's gentle voice. "He's got to." Caoimhe's voice was thick with tears. "I can't lose him. I need him. I'll never find anyone else like him."

"Sweetie, he may as well be dead."

I'm not dead! Credence screamed, but no sound came out of his paralyzed mouth. Caoimhe, I love you! I'm alive! Help me!

"How much time can you give him?" Caoimhe pleaded. "Two days. If he hasn't waken up by then, it's too late." Mr. Scamander's voice was full of regret. "I'll be back. There's someone I need to speak with," he heard Caoimhe say.

The sound of footsteps leaving the room.

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"You have ten minutes before the dementors come back," the guard said gruffly. Caoimhe nodded, stepping into the room.

The room was split in half by a set of iron bars. On the other side was a woman.

Leta Lestrange.

"Caoimhe! My baby sis!" she cooed. "Help me out of this cell, will ya?" 

If looks could kill, Leta would be dead.

"I'm not stupid, Leta!" she snapped. Leta's face dropped. "What do you want?" Leta asked.

"I want answers."

"To what question?"

"Why? Why did you hurt Newt?"

Silence.

"Why would I want to tell you?" Leta drawled. Caoimhe snarled, and Leta held her hands up in surrender. "Every Lestrange has a thirst. A thirst for blood, power. Newt was much too vulnerable, and the thirst was too great for me to resist."

"Not good enough!" Caoimhe snapped.

"It's the truth!"

"No. That wasn't a good reason to hurt the man who gave up everything for you."

"If you think I hate him, Caoimhe, you are sorely mistaken. I am in love with him."

Caoimhe dug her fingernails into her palms, trying desperately not to lose her temper.

"I don't understand Newt," Leta said. "He fell in love with a boring, plain person. Tina, right? She's not even that pretty. I'm-"

Leta never got a chance to finish. Caoimhe grabbed her shirt through the bars and jerked her forcefully, causing Leta to slam up against the bars. "You don't know a thing about Tina!" she growled. "Careful, Caoimhe. Your precious Credence isn't here to protect you," Leta drawled. Caoimhe released her shirt, blinking back tears.

"I need to tell him. Will you tell Newt I want to see him?"

"Why should I?! You stabbed him!"

"Caoimhe-"

"HE'S MARRIED, YOU IDIOT!"

"I KNOW! BUT HE COULD STILL CHOOSE ME!"

Caoimhe growled, turning on her heel to walk off. "Tell Credence I said hi!" Leta taunted. Caoimhe ran as fast as she could, apparating to the room where Credence lay. She buried her face into his chest and sobbed, silently begging for him to wake up.

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