Shocker a Newt whump Chapter 3 Love will Mend

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Tina and Queenie traveled down into Newt's case, dragged him through his quiet little workshop and laid him on his bed, which looked more like a lightly used small mattress on an old frame that was falling apart.

"I'll take you guys back to the house. You watch over him, ok?" Queenie suggested.

She could hear her sister's warnings. She replied to Tina, "Don't worry, I'll stay hidden. Grindelwald has probably been found already." She smiled, trying to reassure her concerned sister. Tina nodded in response, hoping her sister was right. Queenie ran back up the steps to the world outside of the case.

Tina turned back to the unconscious Newt. She took off his burnt coat and his shirt. She noticed that his body was littered with recent angry red burns. He also had a nasty gash on his leg, his shoulder looked out of place, and his left hand looked like it was definitely broken. Not only that, but he bore old and new claw marks, bites, and rashes. She gasped at his scarred body and almost bursts into tears. He was underweight too, which made her even more uneasy.

She frantically looked for something to help with the wounds in his workshop's cabinets, making a racket with the clinking of glass jars and tools that tumbled to the ground in her haste.

"He must have something that might help with the burns," she muttered to herself in frustration. "I mean, his workspace has practically everything for medical emergencies."

After all of her efforts for finding a cure, Tina finally managed to find a jar full of ointment labeled Dragon Spit. She read aloud the small hand-written text underneath it: Apply to Burns To Reduce Inflammation.

She pulled up a chair next to his bed and sat down, fiddling with the lid of the jar. The cream smelt dreadful, and it was an unpleasant and clear molasses-like substance. Tina scooped the salve with her fingers and gently applied it to his charred skin with care. Newt stirred at her touch, flinching from the stinging pain. She soothed him, stroking his freckled cheeks with her thumb as he whimpered and continued to mutter to himself. He must be having a nightmare,she thought to herself.

She finished covering his wounds and the burns slowly healed, still leaving angry red marks all over his chest and arms. She quickly changed him into fresh pajamas and tucked him in. Newt's body still twitched and jerked from time to time. Tina lifted his pant leg and stared at the large gash that seemed to be covered in dry blood. It appeared to be getting infected; she knew it needed stitches…

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Queenie arrived at the apartment's entrance after racing up the flight of stairs, careful not trip in her high heels. She grabbed her pearly wand and gave it a wave, both unlocking the door and making it swing open. She quickly walked into the apartment and closed the door behind her before she put down the case. She was startled when she heard footsteps tromping up the stairs. Queenie cracked open the door, her wand ready to strike the intruder, only to be greeted by Jacob, who stood in the hallway panting. She relaxed and put down her wand before pulling Jacob into the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Here are…the…supplies," he huffed, handing Queenie a leather bag packed full of medicines, tools, and bandages.

She swiftly opened the suitcase's latches, and she and Jacob ran down into Newt's quiet workshop. They stared at the limp body of the injured magizoologist. He was wrapped up in a raggedy blanket and was spread out on an old mattress with Tina at his side. She turned to them with wide eyes. "He's worse than we thought," she said quietly, her voice filled with worry. She lifted his pant leg to show Jacob and Queenie the gash. Jacob frowned.

"That will definitely need stitches." He paused, thinking hard. "I don't have any painkillers for that." Tina bit her lip, trying to hold back tears. She turned to look at Newt's face, which looked contorted from his dream. He was already in so much agony, and she didn't think he could take anymore, but his options were limited, and she would try her best to make him comfortable at least, for they had a long night ahead of them.

"I can try to put a sleeping spell on him, but it might not work," Queenie replied. Jacob leaned in and began to clean the wound with alcohol. Newt's face squinted, and he let out a wail. Suddenly he sat up wide eyed and started to wave his hands frantically as he panicked. "Stop it! Stop it! Don't hurt her! Tina!" he screamed.

Tina stood up and started to push him back down, while Queenie grabbed her wand, gave it a flick, and shouted "Dormeo!"

Newt started to relaxed. Tina gently continued to push him down. His tear-filled eyes began to droop, and his head fell back down onto the pillow. He looked at Tina with sad eyes. He was desperately trying to fight the spell, so she started to stroke his hair. "You're alright, I'm fine Newt," she continued in a soft tone, "No one's going to hurt anyone, you're safe… just go to sleep."

He closed his eyes and began to drift back to sleep. Tina was worried about him and his dreams. She didn't know how many times she would have to reassure him that he was fine, and so was she.

Jacob sighed and began to stitch up the wound. Newt flinched with each stitch, but he seemed to stay asleep, much to Tina's relief. Jacob finished off the stitches and washed the rest of the blood off his leg, looking satisfied with his handywork.

"I think it will heal up quite nicely, but we should give him a break for now before we tackle his shoulder and hand." Tina nodded at Jacob. "Thank you," she whispered, still playing with Newt's sweaty ginger hair. He looked at Queenie with a smile. She giggled and said, "Yes, you're right honey, we should make something to eat, how about we make some strudels for dessert!" He nodded his head, but she already knew what he'd wanted.

Queenie faced her sister. "I suppose you just want tea." Tina just nodded. "Are you sure you're not hungry? You should probably ea.." Queenie abruptly stopped as her sister's thoughts told her no, she was not going to persuade her, no matter how much Queenie tried. Queenie and Jacob went back up to the house to make supper while Tina stayed at Newt's side, holding his swollen hand.

Tina sighed, looking at the man she'd grown to love. He looked so peaceful sleeping; she couldn't help wondering if he loved her too. She was always the confident and formal sister who kept to herself while Queenie was the beautiful and flirty sister who was outgoing and friendly. Men never liked her. She was too overbearing, while her sister could charm anyone she wanted. Tina just gave up on love and continued to focus on work, but now she loved the shy, genuine Newt so much and hoped he felt the same.

She snapped out of her daydream when she saw him start to squirm, a layer of sweat forming on his forehead as his brow furrowed. Tina got up to put a cold cloth on his forehead and noticed that he was burning up. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the Bowtruckle named Pickett had found his way under the door and had quickly scurried into the covers with Newt.

Tina couldn't help but giggle at the determined plant-like creature as he snuggled right beside Newt's neck. She sat back down, placing the cool towel on his head. He let out a sigh of contentment; the wet cloth felt like heaven.

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Queenie and Jacob headed up the stairs. Queenie could hear Jacob thinking about his Obliviation. She'd totally forgotten and dreaded the moment she had to do it.

"We're not going to Obliviate you, sweetie." She turned, gazing at him with a reassuring smile.

He was taken by surprise, but quickly remembered she was a Legilimen or whatever Newt had called her. "What about M.A.C.U.S.A, the President said I have to be Obli…"

Queenie interrupted and said, "She never said when, and besides, the law is only in America. Heck, we could move to Britain and you can have your bakery. We could be happy together!" She stared at him with a huge smile and pleading green eyes. "I love you, Jacob Kowalski, and I know you feel the same." She batted her long eyelashes.

He contemplated the idea. He never would have thought that he would find someone again, after his ex cheated on him when he was in the trenches. He was heartbroken and gave up on the idea of women. His mind was changed when he'd met Queenie, though. She was beautiful but different from other good-looking women. With her kind personality and loyalty, she was just magical and… perfect! Queenie smiled at his thoughts.

He smiled and gave up. "Ohhh… Alllllright." Queenie squealed, and she grabbed his face. He was left breathless as she kissed him, but he went with it and pulled her in closer.

He'd finally found happiness…

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Tina had just managed to fall asleep when she felt Newt begin to stir. Pickett ran off the bed, frazzled from being tossed about, and she saw Newt's face turn pale white once again. She thought he was going to be sick, so she quickly grabbed the trash bin and propped him up, sitting beside him with her legs stretched out on the bed as he retched into the bin. She rubbed his back "Shhhh… just let all out." After a few more dry heaves, he'd finally stopped and was gasping for air.

She took the bin. There was hardly anything in it, and she put a glass of cool, crisp water to his chapped lips. Newt sipped a little, then leaned back against the wall. Tina placed a pillow behind his back, and he flopped his head onto her shoulder.

Her arm was rubbing soothing circles into his back. She cuddled him closer as he tried to catch his breath, pale lips parted, groaning in exhaustion and discomfort. His left side was in agony and his leg burned. Newt's orange hair was plastered to his face and his eyes were sunken in their sockets. Tina was humming to him a tune that her mother sang to her and her sister when they were sick, and he seemed to relax and fall back to sleep on her shoulder.

Tina watched him as he continued to mutter and sob about the dream that he was having. She gave his head a long kiss, begging him to get better, but all she could do was put her head on top of his and continue to rub his back, humming her tune. Pickett jumped back up to snuggle into Newt's pajama shirt pocket. Tina suddenly felt exhausted and slowly began to close her eyes as she too fell asleep.

Shocker a Newt Whump *Chapter 2* Shot to the Heart

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Grindelwald looked up at Picuery and snickered. "Do you think you can hold me?" he grinned mockingly.

Picuery quickly retorted, "We'll do our best. Now Aurors, can you please arrest Mr. Grindelwald?"

The two chosen Aurors went to approach him. Grindelwald was escorted up to the exit. Coming across Newt, he paused, facing Newt with a disturbing smile and he simply said, "I'm always watching you Mr. Scamander, and one day I will have my revenge." He expressed this in a teasing but formal voice. "However, I have no further purpose here so must be going now. But don't fret Mr. Scamander, for I will find you and finish what we've started." he laughed, taunting him. "Farewell!" he waved with his now freed hand childishly. And before anyone could react he vanished, apparating from right under their noses. Picuery was astonished and worse yet, horrified.

"Mungo, send everyone out, we must find this threat before anyone else gets hurt," she barked at the Auror.

"B-But Madame President how are we going to get past the No-Majs. We can't just Obliviate the whole city! It's impossible!" Mungo replied.

Newt shook himself, baffled by what had just happened when reality hit him. Newt had to focus on what they could do now, and he quickly thought of a plan. "Umm… Ma-Madame president, maybe I-I can be of assistance to you?" Newt said, stuttering. "I-I have a plan that can Obliviate the city."

Picuery stared at Newt. He squirmed under her stare, trying not to make eye contact. "Very well, Mr. Scamander," she nodded to him. At that exact moment, Queenie and Jacob ran through the tunnel's entrance. Great timing, Newt thought to himself.

"Newt, Tina! What happened, are you guys alright?" Queenie said, rushing to her sister's side.

Swiftly, Newt took his beloved case from Jacob, quickly snapping it open and practically jumping in.

Five minutes later, Newt emerged with a remarkable bird-like creature. It was Frank the Thunderbird.

Newt looked at his humongous friend with a crooked smile. "Frank, I know I promised you that I would take you back to Arizona, but I'm afraid we need your help," he said softly. Frank nuzzled him. "I'll miss you, too," Newt replied, stroking his silky golden feathers.

The bird seemed to understand, and Newt reached for the blue vial of Swooping Evil venom. He threw it in the air, and Frank grabbed the vial with his beak. With one flap of his gigantic six wings, Frank was airborne. He flew through the hole in the ceiling, sending a gust of wind down that nearly knocked Newt and the rest of the crowd over. The No-Majs stared in disbelief as the bird flew above the city and started to conjure storm clouds in the sky.

Picuery looked at Newt with amazement. The Thunderbird's rain poured down on the crowd of frightened No-Majs, and they all seem to disperse, going back to their own business, forgetting what just took place.

"Thank you, Mr. Scamander. M.A.C.U.S.A is in great debt to you," Picuery smiled.

"But I would advise you not to come back with that case again." Her smile turned serious, and she continued. "And that No-Maj needs to be Obliviated. You may say your goodbyes." With that said, she left with the remaining Aurors. Once Picuery was gone, the half-destroyed tunnel was deathly quiet, with just the sound of soft raindrops falling in the distance. Newt had a sudden but familiar rush again. He felt exhausted and confused about the past events. The forgotten pain spread through his body. This time he felt like he was on fire and his chest tightened.

Queenie noticed his thoughts and she quickly ran to him, Tina not far behind. Tina saw Newt's expression turn from a smile to a grimace, and his face turned a pale white.

"Are you alright, Mr. Scamander?" Jacob asked.

Before Newt could answer he collapsed to his knees. His mind raced and his vision blurred. He noticed that the ground was closer than usual, and suddenly he felt Tina snatch him before he kissed the ground.

She'd brought him into a cuddle, resting his head on her chest and his body laying across her lap. She saw his green eyes glazing over and that he was struggling to keep them open. His hands were cold from sweating, but his face was starting to burn up. His breathing was heavy, and he felt his heart pounding out of his chest. Newt was on the edge of unconsciousness from the pain, and he thought he was going to be sick. He gazed into Tina's sparkling brown orbs. His vision had black dots dancing around, and he felt like the tunnel was spinning.

Newt was shivering, and he could feel her cradling him closer. All he could hear was Tina's soft voice, but it was muffled and filled with fear, which scared him. He didn't want to die, he could do so much more, be so much more! Newt felt like he was fading, he wanted to tell Tina how he felt, but his body didn't let him. He was paralyzed, staring into her eyes, and all he wanted to do was cry.

"Newt, can you hear me? What's wrong?!" Tina studied his sweaty face as he stared at her in a daze. She saw a tear appear, and it ran down his pale freckled cheeks. She wiped it away and began to push his sweaty red hair out of the way as she tried to soothe him.

"Shhhh…I-It's okay Newt. I'm here you're okay t-there's nothing to worry about," she said shakily, faking a smile. She wished it was true, but reality was not in his favor. He let out a groan, and his eyes began to flutter closed. Tina could feel his body go limp, still shivering in her arms.

Queenie heard Newt's thoughts, and she welled up. She knew Newt loved her sister, and that he was terrified he wouldn't make it. Jacob put a hand on her shoulder. He didn't know what to do. He'd seen so many men like Newt and… he quickly stopped himself from scaring Queenie even more.

"He'll be alright," he said, trying to lighten her mood while studying Newt.

"What do we do?" Tina squeaked, still stroking her fingers through Newt's hair.

"Grindelwald must've attacked him," she paused, angry at herself for not noticing this sooner. "We can't take him to the hospital, Grindelwald will be waiting for him."

Jacob spoke up. "I have some medical experience. I trained to be a doctor in my trench days. I still have a lot of the supplies." He paused. "I can go get some and meet you guys back at the apartment. While I go, you two can take Newt back to your place and try to keep him warm."

Queenie turned with tears in her eyes and gave Jacob a hug and kiss almost knocking him over. "Thank you so much Sugar! I'll cast a shielding spell, and make sure you hurry!" Jacob stood still as Queenie cast a shield that would protect him from the rain and he ran as fast as he could through the tunnels.

Just as Jacob left, Newt's still body began to spasm and shake. Tina knew what was happening. She had learned first aid for the Ministry and figured that Graves hat shot him with the most powerful attacks she learned as an Auror. Newt's body would've needed to disperse the electrical energy and his symptoms meant…. he was going into shock. His body then began to convulse violently in her arms. Queenie not only saw Newt's spasms, but she heard her sister's thoughts scream at her, so she quickly knelt beside Tina.

"He's having a seizure!" Tina squealed.

She quickly held onto his spazzing body and told Queenie to tilt his head back so he wouldn't bite his tongue off. Newt groaned as his small frame was wracked with violent tremors. Tina held onto him, keeping him from falling to the hard ground. After about a minute that seemed like forever, he began to quiet, and his fit stopped. Newt went limp in her arms again, but this time he wasn't breathing. She panicked and put two of her fingers on his throat to check his pulse. There was none.

"Queenie!" she screamed, "He has no pulse, he's going into cardiac arrest! Quick, we need to restart his heart!" Queenie grabbed her pearly white wand, while Tina released Newt and laid his body on the ground. She then undid his shirt buttons, and Queenie pressed her wand to his bare chest.

"Electricus!" she yelled, and her wand sent Newt's body arching because of the volts. Tina rechecked Newt's pulse… nothing!

"Try it again!" Tina panicked, thinking this was the last time she would see the shy magizoologist she'd grown to love.

Queenie repeated the procedure, and Newt's body jolted once more. This time they heard Newt coughing and gasping for air. Tina smiled through her tears and kissed his fevered forehead. She watched as his breathing settled and as his chest moved up and down. She and her sister sighed in relief. Tina grabbed his clammy hand and she whispered to him, "I love you Newt, you hear that, don't you ever go away again."

He was still out cold, but somehow, she knew Newt heard it. Queenie smiled at her sister's thoughts. She couldn't get through to Newt, though; his thoughts were so scrambled, lost, and his accent wasn't helping either. Queenie had to tune him out. Tina ran to Newt's case and opened it, she then grabbed Newt by his waist and gestured for Queenie to get his legs. They lifted the surprisingly light man as he gave a painful groan in response to being moved. They led him down into his bigger-on-the-inside suitcase.

Shocker.... (A Newt Scamander Whump) Chapter 1

 Summary: Did Newt really defeat Graves without a Scratch? Will Tina be able to save Newt before it’s too late?

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The dimly lit train station tunnels were alive with the distant echoes of an intense dispute between a magizoologist and the director of MACUSA's magical defense. Newt tried his best to defend himself from the powerful wizard, Percival Graves, by weaving in and out of the tunnel's large brick pillars.

He managed to dodge the blue electric bolts that Graves flung at him. Graves was an accomplished wands-men, he specialized in wand dueling and not only that, he didn't need his wand or words to generate a basic enchantment. Newt was baffled at the man's determination for the boy, Graves was the M.A.C.U.S.A 's head of security, what could he possibly do with the Obscurus. Newt's mind swirled with assumptions, and then it hit him, he prayed his theory wasn't true.

Meanwhile, Credence stumbled down the tracks oblivious to the train that was fast approaching him. Graves waved his hand, and the boy was thrown out of the train's way, just in the nick of time too. Satisfied he then continued to assault Newt with various spells. Newt frantically dodged his attacks but he wasn't fast enough, and Graves gave a swift flick of his jet-black ebony wand, sending a blue spark that stuck Newt dead on, knocking him to the cold hard ground. The magical current surged through Newt, he screamed as extreme white-hot throbbing pain and his body spazzed from the electrical currents. Newt instantly felt his lungs seized and his heart rate escalate drastically.

Credence got his feet and watched in fear as the strange, timid man fell to his knees, withering into a fetal position on the steel tracks. Credence was in distress, he wanted to help the friendly man in the blue coat, but he didn't know what to do. After all, he was just a freak, "NO!" The bitter voice that resembled his deceased mother corrected him, he was a monster. Credence winced at the abusive women's distant voice, telling him that over and over as the voice mocked and teased him.

Newt attempted to defend himself from Graves's wrath, but Graves shielded his efforts with great ease. Newt felt exhausted; his body was scorched and was protesting every movement making it in too much shock to respond fast enough. Graves persisted in attacking, flicking his wand continuously, lighting the tunnel with flashes of blue. Newt was helpless, and he desperately tried to regain focus as his body twitched at each shot that he failed to shield. Graves had the upper hand, and his eyes were set on Credence.

Graves took a break from attacking the crippled wizard that laid dazed on the ground and decided to make his move on Credence.

"Credence? I'm terribly sorry, I was wrong about you…" he paused "You're no squib there my boy, for you" he pointed at him, shaking his finger with a wide grin, 'Are absolutely beautiful." Graves chocolate eyes sparkled at the boy "And all I want is for you to join me so I can show you your true potential" He said in coaxing tone;

Credence stared at Percival like a deer in the headlights. He'd believed for years that his mother was right, he was useless, except now Graves spoke of him having potential? Was Graves someone to trust? The enticing man then started to approach Credence, but his only obstacle was that annoying obstinate wizard that stood between him and Credence. Newt managed to get up and took a shot a Graves, but it was brushed off like a fly.

Newt twisted his head to Credence with wide green eyes "Don't listen to him Credence! You can trust me; he will hurt you!" He wheezed, it was getting harder to breathe.

Graves scolded the determined wizard and sighed with frustration. Newt was caught by surprise. For just a split-second, he'd dropped his shield and Graves manage to cast his hex with a wave of his hand. The train's rusted tracks groaned and began to lift like a tidal wave, sending Newt flying in its wake. This startled Credence who was confused about the situation, he could feel the darkness take over, and his Obscurus beginning to awaken again.

Newt let out a whimper as he plummeted to the unforgiving ground with a thud, hearing his hand and shoulder crack in response. The pain he felt tripled. Newt had no time to deal with his injuries and without thinking he'd quickly grabbed his wand with his good right hand and apparated, knowing what was to become of Credence's obscurus.

Credence Obscurus raged. Graves looked at the angry cloud forming above him, and he apparated as well. The obscurus burst through the tunnel ceiling leaving a gaping hole through the roof; it arrived outside the station. The crowd of No-Majs screamed as the dark mass broke through the force field the M.A.C.U.S.A had made.

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Newt groaned as he leaned against the station's smooth brick tunnel walls. His lungs gasped for air. His adrenaline had died down now, and he had quickly remembered that the searing pain was returning and surely his body was failing. Newt could barely hear; his heart was pounding in his ears, and his vision was blurry. Quitting wasn't an option. He had to save Credence before Graves could get to him or worse!

Newt recalled a bottle of Phoenix tears; It was from his beloved teacher, Albus Dumbledore, a gift along with the case. He'd had used them as "painkillers" for his injured animals. Newt reached with his right hand in his coat pocket and searched frantically for it. It was difficult because he was left-handed. Finally, Newt found the small glass vile and he'd let out a raspy sigh of relief, knowing the effects wouldn't last long, but it certainly would tide him over till he sorted this mess out. Drinking the last drops of the tears with a gulp, his hand gripped the wall as he'd tried to regain balance. He was still a little sore since the tear's effects weren't instant, and his muscles still twitched and twinge from Graves' magic.

Newt suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind him. He spun around, reaching for his wand, when he noticed the familiar figure with short charcoal colored hair; it was Tina. Newt relaxed. Never before had he been so content to hear her beautiful voice again.

"Newt!? What's happening, where's Credence!?" she exclaimed. She seemed flustered about the situation.

"He's by the tracks with Graves. Hurry, we need to get to him first!" Newt said with urgency.

Instantly he grabbed Tina by her arm and waved his wand, and they apparated back to where they had left the two.

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Tina's eyes searched the bent tracks frantically for the boy, but all she found was a dark cloud that was now Credence. She gasped in horror as Graves approached the unstable child at an alarming pace. Credence panicked as his brain pictured a belt in his mother's hands. The darkness swarmed his mind, and his obscures grew into an even bigger thick black cloud of chaos and immense darkness.

"No, No, No!" Credence shrieked, digging his nails into his head, Newt panicked he didn't know how to settle the dangerous child. Newt was startled when a calm but shaky voice rang out through the station. He watched as Tina spoke to Credence attempting to calm him down.

"Credence, stop" her voice echoed through the tunnel "Don't do this please, I know what that woman did to you, but Newt and I will protect you" Credence heard her and relaxed, his obscurus shrank, and she began to see the outlines of the boy. "Please, I just need you to calm down for me, ok?" Tina spoke in a reassuring tone.

Just as she finished, Picuery's voice bellowed through the tunnel and the M.A.C.U.S.A rushed in from the tunnel's entrance. Everyone had turned to view the group as they got in formation. Picuery's eyes flashed in fear as the dark mass was angered and grew once more. She was fearful of what would happen next, but she stood with great poise. She ordered her aurors to ready their wands and expel the threat.

"No! Stop!" Tina shrieked. She attempted to run to Credence, but Newt held her down.

Picuery was oblivious to Tina's pleas to stop, for she was too late. The black cloud was pelted by hundreds of spells from the aurors. Credence's blood-curdling scream filled the air and echoed through the station. Tina and Newt watched in horror as the M.A.C.U.S.A executed the boy, his obscurus form exploded into black shreds. The remains showered the air, but in the corner of Newt's eye, he could see a strand of black wisp escape the scene, this made Newt lighten with hope.

The silence broke as Graves turned to face Picuery with a threatening expression on his face as he spoke up. Picuery's eyes shot a cold, stern look his way. She was furious that he had betrayed them, causing so much havoc. "You fools, do you all realize what you have just done?" Graves spoke in a scary calm tone looking at Picquery with fire in his eyes;

"He was dangerous. He'd murdered a No-Maj and broke our most sacred law!" Picquery answered with authority.

"A law that makes us scuttle like rats that hide in the gutter, A law that makes us hide our true nature for the fear of discovery?" he said, sarcastically ranting. "I ask you… who does this law really protect, us or them?" His finger pointed to the hole in the ceiling where the No-Maj's were standing by.

" I refuse to bow down to your crooked ways, Madame President." He then bow mockingly, turning to the exit.

The president looked at him in disgust at his comment and motioned to her aurors.

"Aurors, can you please seize Mr. Graves' wand and escort him back to where he belongs?" she said, displeased.

Graves continued to walk to the exit when the aurors barrier stopped him. He rolled his eyes and spun around to face the troop, starting to move towards them. He reached for his wand, blocking the aurors' shots with grace and stamina. Slowly, he knocked them out one by one.

As Newt and Tina stood there in shock, seemingly forgotten by Graves. Then that thought from earlier crossed Newt's racing mind. He should've known it was true. With that, he reached into his pockets and, before Graves could react, he threw his swooping evil. It let out a screeched, gliding across the tracks passing the fallen aurors as it made a beeline for Graves' back. The creature grabbed him with it's sticky cocoon, quickly fastening his arms down and restraining Graves. Newt ambles up to Graves, turning his wand while repeating a chant he'd learned and before everyone knew it, Graves' onyx colored hair transformed into a crème white and his face was distorted into that of an older man's. Newt's suspicions were true, Grindelwald was impersonating Percival Graves...

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