Newt's eye lid felt heavy, his body ached as well as his head. Grindelwald's infiltration having not been pleasant. The all too familiar pain in his side remained, the skin still seeming to burn even though the flames where long gone. A weight on his hand caught his attention, preventing him from slipping back into unconsciousness. He unwillingly slowly opened his eyes, the morning sun blinding as it beamed through the windows. Newt battled the temptation to close his eyes, just wanting to slip back into the fog his mind was once consumed by. He let his head roll to the side, there he found his brother, asleep with his head against Newt's hand.

"Theseus?" Newt managed to croak out, almost chocking on his own words. His brother's head snapped up, surprise and joy sharing his face in the same moment.

"Newt" He breathed out with tears in his eyes. Without a second thought Theseus took his brother into his arms, Newt held back a wince as a stabbing pain in his side tried to ruin the moment. Theseus dug his face into his Newt's shoulder, he let his tears go free, allowing them to slide down his face.

"I thought I lost you too." He mumbled into his brother's shoulder. Newt sat uncomfortably not someone who enjoyed human contact, especially not something he expected from Theseus. Newt put one hand on his brothers back in an effort to comfort him. That's when it all came back to him, Leta's death, Queenie and Credence. Newt now dug his face into Theseus shoulder, the emotional pain worse than anything his body was going through or could ever go through.

"What happened?" Newt questioned, not remembering much after seeing Grindelwald's dragons born of blue flame circle the sky. Theseus finally pulled away, holding onto Newt's arm keeping him in a sitting position.

"You saved me." He replied running a hand down his own face. "But you got hit, you were dying."

"He still is." Nicolas corrected, having been watching silently for a while. He stood leaning against the archway to the living area. The pain in his side now to much Newt pulled away from Theseus's grip, allowing himself to lay back down. His hands then wandered to his chest, his fingers brushing over something plastic.

"Your lung collapsed due to air in your chest." Nicolaus told him as he began rummaging through a shelf of bottles. "Areas of that burn you've got there, went deeper then I first thought, embers from the flame burned through letting air into your chest cavity." Newt tried to take in what the old man was saying; his words however just didn't seem to sink in. "The burn itself is no longer contagious, doesn't mean it's not killing you." Nicolaus approached, small bottle in hand. "Nasty curse." He said under his breath. Nicolaus offered the bottle to Theseus.

"What is that?" Theseus asked as he took the small bottle in hand.

"Make him drink it." Nicolaus turned away seeming to be in a hurry.

"What is it?" Theseus now demanded, his raised voice finally waking Tina and Jacob.

"What's going on?" Tina now asked, pushing herself up out of the chair she had slept in. Nicolaus turned around, clearly annoyed with the questioning.

"It's for the pain, now get him to drink it." Nicolaus replied before continuing with what he was doing. Theseus looked too Tina and Jacob who just stared back wanting answers. Newt laid still, not listening. Against his will Theseus pulled his brother back into a sitting position, resting his back against the back of the chair. Newt took the bottle, Theseus guiding his hand to his mouth.

"My case?" Newt eyes widened fearing the worse.

"Safe Newt." Theseus looked over his shoulder at the case that sat by Jacob's feet, the brown leather even though worn didn't bare a single tear. Newt tried to let out a deep breath, but pain stopped him, his hand going to his chest.

"You'll be in less pain soon." Nicholas informed as he appeared, taking the bottle from Newt before walking off again. Newt didn't care much about the pain his mind somewhere else.

"My coat where's my coat?" He sounded panicked, his words racing to get out his mouth. Theseus didn't even have to say anything, a simple look in the correct direction and Newt was on his feet. From his side pain spread around his body, Theseus having to take his arm to keep him up right.

"What are you doing?" Theseus expressed his and the others concern. Newt did not listen, snatching his arm from his brother he found his coat. The damaged blue coat sat folded in a dresser, Newt dug his hand straight into the top pocket. Leaning against the wooden dresser he smiled, Pickett waking up in his hand.

"Newt please sit back down." Tina pleaded, watching Newt sway, his sweaty face white.

"My case are the creatures ok?"

"Newt please." Tina held back tears, seeing Newt in the state he was in heart breaking. The news she was about to tell him, even more upsetting.

"Your case is here." Jacob told Newt the good news, but his words came with no smile.

"We can't find the adult Niffler Newt." She finally told him. His face couldn't go whiter, he held Pickett closer to him.

"Newt?" Theseus asked, his brothers blank expression worrying. Then everything happened all at once. Newt's eyes found his wand on the floor by the lounger, even in the pain and weak state he was in, the adrenaline pulsing through his veins drove him forward. His hand around his wand, before anyone could even act. The he was gone in a blink of an eye, having apparated away. Leaving Pickett sitting on the lounger, looking up at everyone.

"Where would he have gone?!" Tina couldn't stay calm, she was pacing back and forth, wearing a hole in the floor. Theseus sat on the lounger where Newt once lay, Pickett stood on his knee just staring up at his face, tilting his head every now and then.

"To find the Niffler." Jacob said the obvious which angered Tina, even though Jacob was just stating facts and trying to help.

"Really? You think?" She sarcastically replied. "Straight after we told him the Niffler was missing, you think he went out to look for it?" She now stood intimately in front of Jacob.

"That's enough!" Nicolaus stepped in. "This is not going to find Newt." He stood in the doorway to the living area. Theseus looked down at the little green twig on his knee, an idea coming to mind.

"He's going to retrace his steps." Theseus thought out loud. Without a second thought he snatched his own wand up and apparated, not wanting to waste any time.

"Great." Tina raised her hands in anger, frustration taking hold.

"The graveyard." Jacob mumbled, having realised what Theseus had been talking about. "He's gone back to the graveyard." Jacob explained, a smile finally on his face.

"Of course." Tina snatched Jacobs arm, her wand already in her other hand, before they too vanished. Leaving Nicolas alone, he took a deep breath before sitting down.

"I'm getting too old for this."

"Newt!" Theseus shouted out into the morning air, the sun was slightly veiled behind the thin clouds above. The morning fog only just clearing in the still battle-scarred graveyard, the blue flames still leaving their marks on the land and stone.

"Newt!" He shouted out again, his tone becoming more desperate. A noise behind him caught his attention, he spun round immediately. He hung his head in disappointment, Tina and Jacob appearing from behind a tomb.

"Have you found anything? Tina asked. Theseus simply shook his head, fear and worry building in his stomach.

"We'll find him." Jacob assured more himself then the others, Jacob looking around nervously. "We'll find him." He repeated under his breath.

"We should split up." Theseus suggested, already walking away from the others. Before Tina or Jacob moved, Theseus was already out of sight.

Theseus walked and walked, his eyes scanning every inch on the graveyard, listening out for any sound. He had almost given up hope, he felt physically sick. That's when his eyes widened, His brother laid on his side by a tomb. Theseus ran to his brother, crashing down on his knees at Newt's side.

"Newt!" He called out to his brother, Newt's eyes were closed, and he was clutching something to his chest. Shacking his brothers' shoulders brought him round, his eyes snapped open, the pain of being shaken startling his body.

"Theseus?" Newt croaked, his brother helping him sit up, ravelling what he clutched so tightly. The Niffler sniffled, it's fur slightly chard, holding it's paw up in pain. Theseus felt a weight lift of his shoulders, he knew Newt wasn't yet out the woods, but he was there in front of him alive. That's all Theseus wanted at the time, for his brother to be alive and at his side. Newt was still struggling to breath, his wheezing painful to listen too.

"We need to get you back." Theseus quickly decided.

"No, we need to go home." Newt replied shaking his head.

"Back to London?" Theseus wanted to clarify. Newt nodded in reply.

"We need to find Dumbledore." He then announced.

"Why, you're in no state to go anywhere." Theseus took a deep breath frustrated with his brothers' lack of concern for his own health. "What's so important about finding Dumbledore?"

"This." Newt took something from the Niffler's pouch, a shaky hand handed it over to Theseus. The silver pendent held small drops of red liquid floating in side, Theseus recognised it, as did Newt.

"Is this-"

"It is." Newt clarified before Theseus could even finish his sentence. The pendant having once been in the possession of Grindelwald.

Authors Notes

Hello hope everyone had a good Christmas, sorry for the delay of this chapter, was so busy over Christmas and now i'm ill. So I can only apologies for the delay and whatever mistakes are within the writing I struggled to sit through and edit this one my mind was not working. Hope the chapter is ok, have a good new year. See you soon.