Fantastic Beasts Percival Graves Novels & Stories

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

The waterfall clearing looked as peaceful as ever, but Darius’s grave loomed behind me, staring at me from the shadows. Percival noticed my gaze and let out a soft sigh, leaning in close to whisper in my ear. "I’m sorry you had to go through that." He tried to take my hand, but I stopped him. "Have you forgiven him for what he did?" I’d been dying to ask. There was a quiet moment. Percival wrapped his tall frame around me to shield me from the cold, his hands slipping to my waist, chin resting on my head. "I’ve made peace with it," he said quietly.

All he got in return was Percival's animated gaze and his silence, behind which lay something beautiful, something secret. After lunch, the moment Adelard was at Bernadette's, Percival was ready to go. Along with the sunny afternoon and the joyful voices of the children, he headed toward the forest and stopped in the middle of the path. In his hands was an old suitcase that was filled with papers and books. He was also wearing an old suit that had been left to him by his grandfather. He waited for Adelard and he came a few minutes later. Seeing him in his expensive suit, among all those trees and old houses was strange. And every time Adelard paced the crooked roads like that and smiled like