It had happened before, but I still was surprised when days and then weeks blurred together and I was soon spending a cold February day at the park as we celebrated Finn's birthday.

There were two weeks left before I was being sent out to France. Unfortunately, Phineas wasn't able to come with me due to being the head of their department, but Newt was able to take his place. I wasn't sure how it was going to work, but knew they had their ways.

It was nice watching the children running around. I enjoyed watching them be free and not have to worry about anything.

I knew that this time in two weeks I'd be breaking their hearts when I left for France.

"I'm happy Newt's going with you," Polly said, tucking the blanket around Thomas-J as a light breeze blew over us.

"I'm not sure how he managed it." Newt had no need to be with me, he wasn't a doctor so they shouldn't have allowed him with me, but they somehow managed it.

"Phineas said they're claiming Newt was a Prisoner of War and you're still helping him through treatment."

That might have worked in my time, but I doubt anyone would believe it in this era.

Well, it must have worked seeing as he was coming with me.

"I'm just hoping I'll be back before Thomas-J's birthday," I said gazing down at the sleeping baby.

It was really getting to me how fast he was growing. How was it that he was going to be two this year?

"Let's just hope this war ends soon."

Polly had wanted me to leave without telling the children but I didn't like the idea of leaving them and never returning.

They all took it well in a sense. Matthew's lip quivered as he tried to hold in his tears and Mary and Katie promised to write to me every week. Edward didn't understand and I was happy he probably wouldn't remember me leaving.

Finn knew I might not make it back and when he found out that Newt was coming too, shit almost hit the fan.

It was surprisingly Newt that managed to calm him down. He gave him the responsibility of looking after the Jarvey's and Grey while we were gone.

The morning we left Polly was wishing she didn't agree to see us off at the station.

Both her and Ada were struggling to keep hold of Thomas-J and Edward who were equally fighting their grasp.

"Mumma!" Thomas-J called his hands reaching out and doing the grasping motion at me.

It broke my heart and while I wanted to stay I knew I couldn't. There was only so much I could do as a witch and too many people knew I was heading to France. I wouldn't be able to hunt them all down and obliviate them.

"I'll be back soon, my love," I whispered, pressing one last kiss to his head before boarding the train with Newt.

If I lingered any longer I'd be tempted to stay.

As the train pulled away I stared out the window, wiping my eyes as I watched my boy become smaller as I grew further away from him.

The journey to France was terrifying. We were sent over on a ship with a mixed group of soldiers, nurses and three new doctors. The six nurses were chatting amongst themselves, often laughing as they giggled and waved at the soldiers. It was nice to see smiles on the men's faces especially considering some of them looked like they'd been overseas to France before.

The boat was rocky and I was thankful for the pepper-up potion I'd taken before boarding the boat. Well, it wasn't really a boat, more like a ship. It didn't really matter what it was we were on, all I knew was that we were sailing to France which looked drab and dreary compared to the France I often frequented in my childhood.

No matter how well-educated a witch I was, I wasn't prepared for the violence and horror I saw when I entered the camp. This was worse than when I went to France to find Phineas and Newt.

Perhaps it was because I knew I was staying indefinitely.

This would be my home now.

"Miss Lupin," the head doctor said as he rushed over to me, clasping my hand in his. I could feel the other nurses looking at me, wondering who I was. "I've been waiting for you to arrive since Dr Hayes sent me a letter at Christmas notifying me you'd be sent over in theNew Year. We could have done with you in January, but at least you're here now."

"It's a pleasure to be working under you, Dr ..." I trailed off hoping he'd realize that he never gave me his name.

"Dr Hardy, Benjamin Hardy," he said shaking my hand and waving over the other nurses as he gave us a tour around the hospital tent they had set up. "We've got five tents set up, you'll be working between the five of them, but the two front ones are for incoming soldiers." He pulled us through one of the back tents and I gave a soft smile to the men lying in the beds.

Some of them were sleeping with minor injuries and would no doubt be sent back out to fight once they got the all-clear. Some were missing limbs and my heart dropped at the looks the nurses were giving them - they were completely ignoring them and it reminded me of my band of soldiers in Birmingham.

I wish I was there with them instead of here.

Was that selfish of me?

Wanting to be home with my son and the people that had grown to be my family and friends?

"Who's that man?" One of the nurses asked, nodding to Newt as he followed behind us. I could see his cheeks burning in embarrassment as he tried to hide behind his hair.

"Oh, that's Agent Newton, he's British intelligence. He's staying with us for a while as he's recovering from a mission," Dr Hardy said, giving a brief reasoning as to why Newt was here.

It seemed Newt had caught the attention of one of the nurses as she sent him a soft smile and a little wave.

At least there was something I could entertain myself with while I tried to take my mind off missing Thomas-J and hoping I could hang on until November for the end of the war.

Was that wrong of me? To find entertainment when these men had risked their lives and even lost limbs to fight for us?

Two months after being in France - I wasn't even sure where I was no one had bothered to tell me and it was a hell of a difference from my time in the future - our base camp was hit by bombs released from a passing plane.

Who knew that this would have happened?

Not me?

And I was the fucking seer!

I may not have been the best at Muggle knowledge when it came to history and getting it accurate - I think I'd done a fair job so far - but were there even plans during the first world war?

Apparently yes.

Luckily for us, I was paranoid and had set up some charms which deflected the blast and prevented most of us from injury. Unfortunately for us, two of the people to die from the bombs also happened to be the best doctors we had. The others, up to thirty of them were injured soldiers that had only been in camp for a few days.

It seemed the world was fighting back against my magic, proof that I couldn't truly interfere in certain aspects of what was to come.

I also felt bad that Dr Hardy had been killed.

Was it my fault I didn't think about covering the whole base? Not really.

Really?

I was trying to keep any unwanted attention from me - I didn't need another incident with that Captain that was torturing Newt.

"It wasn't your fault," Newt said, coming to stand beside me as I gazed up at the stars. I wasn't being romantic or philosophical, I was avoiding the burned and destroyed tents behind us.

It was a mystery how three out of five tents survived the bombing but no one was questioning it too much.

"I feel like it was. I could have easily put up my wards around the whole area, but I didn't want to get caught," I said, rubbing my hand over my face. I was exhausted and it had only been two months since I was here.

I wasn't even fighting so I felt like I shouldn't be this exhausted. At least I knew I was somewhat safe here while there were thousands of men out there not knowing if they'd make it through the night.

"You've already saved a lot of people, Romy," Newt said, resting his hand on my shoulder. "Carol asked me to come and fetch you. We've got an incoming group of wounded. They were hit by another bomb a couple of miles out from here."

"Do we know how many men?" I asked, wiping my face and turning back to camp, letting my eyes quickly flick over the burned tents. I couldn't get their screams of pain out of my head.

"Only five survivors." He seemed hesitant about something but I left him to his thoughts as I entered the now main tent and went over to Carol.

She was the eldest out of us all, at twenty-four, and she was currently the head nurse and meant to be helping to keep things organised. I felt bad for her considering Dr Hardy and Dr Lewis had died and we were left with the two young doctors that arrived at the same time as us.

"Romy, thank God, look, you're the best nurse I've got. Sophie's heard the news about her brother, it's not good, so she's a bit of a mess. Heather and Cynthia are freaking about the bombing and Rose is trying to find Charlotte," she said, coming and grabbing hold of my arms. "There's a Captain coming in with his men, I need you to take the lead with him. I heard he was more worried about his men than himself but it's our priority to help him."

"Why?"

Now, don't get me wrong. I could understand that people had this sort of respect for those higher up in the food chain, and in this case, it was the Captain. But what made him more important than any other man fighting in this war?

If he was a secret weapon in ending the war, then fair enough, but if he was just another man then why did he need more attention?

"Because he's a Captain," she muttered, giving me a funny look as she glanced over to Dr Brown and Dr Robson as they made their way towards us.

I almost rolled my eyes at her response.

I knew many people in my life that wouldn't use their title to get everything first.

An example would be Papa - he was the saviour of the wizarding world and he was almost always found hiding in the corner from all the attention.

There was one time he almost let an infection get the best of him because he didn't want anyone fussing over him. Nanna Gin wasn't too happy about that.

"Look sharp Nurse Jones, Nurse Lupin, a truck just pulled up outside," Dr Robson said, giving me a wink as he turned away and moved towards the opening of the tent.

I wanted to gag or at least give him a piece of my mind but was distracted by the man helping a soldier into the tent.

It took me a minute to realise I knew who this man was.

"Oh, hell no!" I muttered as his eyes locked with mine and he sent me a smirk.

"Right there, love, get on with it," he said, waving me over to him as he settled the soldier on the bed.

I shared a look with Carol. What was I meant to do? She said I needed to tend to the Captain but the Captain wanted me to tend to his men.

Giving her a shrug, I went over to him, and took a position in front of the soldier, taking in a quick look at all his injuries.

"Can you tell me anything?" I asked, reaching out and brushing my fingers over the man's face to push his hair out of the way. He was a young man with dark curly hair and his dark eyes. At least he was awake, even if he was looking at me with wide eyes.

"Yeah, hit his head didn't he? You fucking idiot," he grumbled, leaning down over the man sitting on the bed almost looking like he wanted to hit him.

"S'alright, Alfie," the man grumbled, giving him a half-smile. There was a softness to his eyes as he looked up at the Captain and it made me think they knew each other quite well.

I now had a name for the Captain and for some reason, Alfie didn't seem fitting for him.

"Alright, Ollie, let the kind nurse take a look at ya." The Captain, Alfie, turned to me and gave me a pointed look.

Did he think I wasn't going to tend to his man because he'd been involved in the capture of Newt?

"Oh, it's you," Newt said, as he came to a stop beside me. For a moment I feared he'd actually have a flashback to his torture but was surprised when he clapped Alfie on the shoulder and started muttering to him.

"Umm, okay," I muttered, turning back to Ollie and running my fingers over the gash on his head. "Have you blacked out at all?"

"Not that I can remember," he replied, his eyes flicking to Alfie and Newt as they moved away from us and started getting into a detailed conversation away from us.

I had to wonder what they were talking about but knew if it was important, Newt would tell me.

I didn't know if it was the arrival of the new soldiers and Captain Alfie, but I'd had this nagging feeling tickling at me. I wanted to take it as a warning, nothing good ever came after one of these feelings, but I didn't know what it was.

Was there going to be another bomb dropping down on us?

I added to my wards after casting a disillusionment charm on myself beforehand. I wouldn't put it past Alfie to be watching me as he knew I was a witch. With the knowledge that we'd be safe if another bomb hit us, I was still disgruntled when the feeling didn't leave.

Perhaps it was the presence of Alfie that was bothering me.

Maybe I was uncomfortable being in the same place as the man that had tortured my brother. And how could Newt just go over and have a full-blown conversation with the man as if he was a life-long friend?

I did my last round checking on the men as they slept giving a slight nod to Dr Robson as he filled out the paperwork needed for the men leaving at the end of the week.

It wasn't the end of my shift, but Carol had said that I could head in for an early night after I had helped the doctors with the news arrivals. Instead, I sent her off to bed as she was barely able to keep herself awake.

I was making my way to the small supply tent when I heard sniffling coming from inside. Frowning, I stepped towards the flap, lifting it carefully as I slipped inside and caught sight of Charlotte curled in on herself, blood coating her hands and legs.

"Charlotte? What's happened?" I asked, dropping to my knees in front of her and grabbing something to wipe the blood from her. There was a bloody scalpel on the floor by her knee. "Charlotte, what have you done?" I knew what she'd done. I didn't need her to explain it to me.

I wish she would have come to me instead. I would have helped her without judgment. It would also explain why she'd been in such a distant mode for the last couple of weeks.

I had just assumed that it was news about her fiance, but now I knew why.

"H-he ... I tried to stop him, Romy. He drugged me," she cried, letting her blood-covered hands run over my uniform.

"Who did, Charlotte?"

"Dr ... Dr Robson," she hiccuped, burying her face into my shoulder as her hands shakily wrapped around my neck.

"Did he rape you?" I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away from me to get a better look at her face. I needed to know it was true before I did something about it. She gave a slight nod as more tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm going to make this ..." I couldn't say right. There was nothing that could make this right.

I could take her memories away. Take the pain away from her that she was going through but I would never want that taken from me and I didn't want to intrude on her privacy.

Instead, I flicked out my wand and cast a healing charm on her to numb her pain as she curled back in on herself.

"I'll come back for you," I whispered, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as I stood up and left the supply tent.

There were two ways I could potentially go about this.

Attack him upfront with magic or attack him the muggle way.

At this point, I was far too angry to even think about using my magic.

"You bastard!" I shouted once I saw him. I didn't give him a chance to look up as I jumped on him, sending a punch to his jaw as I scrambled on him, straddling him. I sent another hit to his face, grimacing as I felt his cheekbone break under my fist.

I didn't know I was that strong.

"What the fuck you doing?" Alfie asked, his hands grabbing under my arms and lifting me off Robson.

"Let me the fuck go!" I shouted, clawing at his hands and arms as I tried to get back to punching the living daylight out of the slimeball crying on the floor.

"Romy? What are you doing?" Newt asked, running into the tent drawing my attention.

Was I slightly embarrassed that I had woken all the soldiers and had their attention on me? Yes. Did I care? Not really.

"This so-called doctor is a fucking bastard! He raped Charlotte, Newt. He raped her and he got her pregnant. I just found her in the store cupboard cutting the baby out!"

Alfie let go of me then, his hands settling on my hips as he pushed me out of the way and picked Robson up by his shirt.

"See, the lady says you gone and raped the nurse," he said, raising the doctor higher in the air, a cruel look upon his face. "I gotta believe her cause you ain't done nothing but given her a look all fucking night."

"Alfie," I said, resting my hand on his arm. I didn't know if he turned to me because I used his name or because I touched him. "Take him to the commanding officer or whatever it is you call it."

"You was just punching the hell out of him!" he argued. I could see the annoyance in his eyes as I stopped him from hurting him.

"Yes, and you stopped me." I glanced over to Newt seeing the slightly conflicted look on his face. "You stopped me for a reason and I'm stopping you for that same reason." Just bullshit yourself out of this Romy. "I'll take the blame for his ... injuries, but I won't let you take any responsibility for it." Why was I stopping him from being demoted for harming a doctor? Wasn't I supposed to despise him?

"Alfie, take him to Collington," Newt said, nodding to the opening where a crowd of soldiers was gathered around.

I could make out Rose holding a sobbing Charlotte in her arms and I had to wonder if the trembling nurse had come out of the supply tent to see what the noise was about. Carol was there talking to Dr Brown, the doctor looking ashamed and disgusted. I guess he never thought a fellow doctor could do something to a nurse that trusted them.

"Romy," Newt said, his hand resting on my shoulder. "Let's get you to bed."

I knew he was saying it to get me to leave and for some reason, I trusted that Alfie would be able to deal with the situation without me.