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Newt
Credence was dead. The MACUSA had exploded him into dust and all Newt could do was watch in his immobilised state. He was so close to getting to him, just a few metres away when Graves came out of nowhere and started bombarding him with spells. Newt had known something was off when the man his brother spoke so highly of began sprouting speeches that were eerily similar to Grindelwald’s followers. So it was less of a surprise and more of a sad confirmation when he was hit with lightning from Graves’ wand. That was the least of his worries at the moment as Credence was losing control again. “Credence!” he called “It's alright! Just keep calm-” his words turned into a groan of pain as he curled in on himself as if he could protect himself better by being smaller, less of a target. He must be delirious from the pain because he just imagined himself as a longgui, pulling its arms and legs in. He chuckled at the image which seemed to infuriate Graves who was so focused on Newt, that he disregarded the rapidly destabilising Credence. Mistake. The obscurus flooded out, causing Newt and Graves to be momentarily stunned. Newt took advantage of this and managed to get his wand. He was so glad that he gave his case to Queenie, he couldn’t imagine the stress his creatures would be feeling at the fight. He turned to yell and attempt to reason with Credence but found himself face to face with a disheveled, pissed off Graves. “It likes you.” the man mused aloud. “That could be useful.” Before Newt even had time to process his anger at Credence being called an “it” or the unsettling implications of being useful to this maniac, said maniac’s expression changed into something much more dangerous. He grabbed Newt’s face and forced him to look in his eyes. This made Newt all the more desperate to escape his hold, struggling with renewed vigor. Under all the noise from Credence and the rapidly approaching MACUSA aurors who hopefully could work this out, Newt saw rather than heard the wizard say something odd. Newt had fought in the war, had trained dragons and some of them only responded to german commands. He was rusty but he could have sworn Graves cursed in german. Newt had a small amount of time to reflect on the men who taught him those words before he was slammed into a full-body bind and, based off of the feeling of an egg being cracked on him, a disillusionment charm.
Graves, regaining his composure, winked at Newt and put a finger over his lips. Newt thought that it was rather mocking, considering that he could not speak due to the curses laid on him. As the MACUSA finally burst into the station, Graves whirled around and began shouting to Credence, promising help and care. The aurors all aimed at the swirling mass that was a scared little boy and on the president’s order, fired. Graves roared in anger and if Newt could have, he’d have done the same. As it was, he felt a tear run down his face. After that, it was all a blur. Maybe Graves knocked him out or maybe he was just exhausted from the day, but eventually Newt passed out.