Jeanne's POV

I watched as Graves climbed from the tracks onto the platform. Some of the Aurors shifted towards him.

"You fools. Do you realize what you've done?" Graves seethed.

Madam Picquery emerged from behind the Aurors. "The Obscurial was killed on my orders, Mr. Graves," she said sternly.

"Yes, and history will surely note that, Madam President," spat Graves. He moved towards her along the platform. "What was done here tonight was not right!" he yelled, his voice echoing down the tunnel.

Madam Picquery stood strongly. "He was responsible for the death of a No-Maj. He risked the exposure of our community. He has broken one of our most sacred laws—"

"A law that has us scuttling like rats in the gutter!" Graves laughed bitterly. "A law that demands we conceal our true nature! A law that directs those under its domination to cower in fear lest we risk discovery! I ask you, Madam President, I ask all of you . . . who does this law protect? Us? Or them?" he said, gesturing above ground.

Graves smiled bitterly. "I refuse to bow down any longer." He began to walk away from the Aurors.

"Aurors," Madam Picquery started. "I'd like you to relieve Mr. Graves of his wand and escort him back to—"

Before she could finish, a wall of white light appeared in front of him, blocking his path. Graves turned with a sneer and began firing spells at the Aurors.

Newt's POV

In a split second I pulled the Swooping Evil cocoon from my pocket and released it at Graves. It soared around him, blocking spells from Graves with its magic body armor.

"Accio!" Jeanne shouted, causing Graves' wand to fly into her hand. He peered at her, deep hatred in his eyes. I automatically stepped forward protectively.

I walked towards Graves. "Revelio."

Graves began to transform. He no longer had dark hair and eyes, but blonde and blue. He is the man from the posters: Grindelwald.

Madam President stepped forward.

"Do you think you could hold me?" Grindelwald retorted.

"We'll do our best, Mr. Grindelwald," she said. Two Aurors restrained him and began to drag him away.

As Grindelwald reached me, he sneered at Jeanne, then me. "Will we die, just a little?"

At first I didn't know what he meant. I looked over to Jeanne who was trying to stand behind me, but she couldn't. As Grindelwald was pulled up the stairs, Jeanne fell forwards.

"Jeanne!" I said and caught her. Grindelwald cackled up the stairs at the sight of her.

Madam Picquery rushed over to me, concerned. "What did he do?" she asked.

"He used s-some spell to fling me around the t-tunnel," Jeanne coughed. "Guess my adrenaline must've worn off."

Jeanne lifted her hand that had been clutching her side. Her shirt had been soaked through with blood. Her broken ribs protruded from her side.

"We need a stretcher!" yelled Picquery.

I did a simple numbing spell just to help with her pain that I had performed thousands of times on my creatures.

Jeanne's eyes fluttered open and shut softly while I stroked her head softly.

"You're going to be just fine," I said. "I hear New York has some of the best magical healers in the world."

The Aurors had summoned a stretcher and lifted Jeanne onto it. They crossed her dark wings over her small body, securing her in.

In reality, people began to move quickly around me, but everything seemed to move slowly.

I was still kneeling on the tracks. Jeanne was being loaded into an ambulance above ground. I was in shock.

Madam Picquery helped me to my feet and walked me up the stairs out of the tunnel.

"Do you want to ride in the ambulance with her?" asked a paramedic. "Sir? Sir?"

In my dazed state, I nodded quietly. I had never been in an automobile before, much less an ambulance, but this did not excite me.

I held Jeanne's limp hand. The paramedics told me Jeanne had been sedated to keep her more comfortable. Her curls framed her face in such a pretty way, she breathed so softly.

I smiled softly at her beauty, trying to forget that she was dying.