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Gellert was bored. It was a common feeling, these days. Nothing seemed to hold his interest for long. The meetings with his followers were a monotonous routine, the politics of the war effort were tiresome, and the endless stream of correspondence was mind-numbing.

There was nothing new, nothing interesting. It was all the same, day after day. Gellert sighed and rubbed his eyes, exhaustion settling in his bones. Too many things needed his attention. He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off things, something to occupy his thoughts.

Then, a name caught his eye. Scamander, the name was somewhat familiar to him. If he remembered correctly, the family was traditionally a Dark Familily only recently turning their favor to neutrality. The last Scamander that had shown any promise had been Theseus. An auror and a war hero during the Great War. Gellert didn't have the pleasure of seeing him on the battlefield however.

This name was different, Newton Fido Scamander. It had a more unusual ring to it, almost comical. Perhaps his mother was a muggle, a witch marrying a muggle, though uncommon was not unheard of. The age put him at four years younger than the War Hero.

Gellert decided to see what the young Scamander was doing that warranted his name appearing on the Romanian Ministry of Magic's Most Wanted List. The first few sentences were rather mundane, a simple list of charges against the younger Scamander.

Then, something caught his eye. Scamander was suspected of harboring a dangerous magical creature. Gellert raised an eyebrow, most likely an unregistered beast. It wasn't that big of a deal. Many people became poachers of magical creatures. They were useful in potion ingredients after all.

This however seemed different from the poachers he knew of. There was no mention of an actual creature. Only speculation and rumors. That was unusual. Poachers were not known for being subtle or discreet.

So, Gellert went down the list of crimes. Illegal transportation of an undocumented creature across borders. Another vague charge, but one that made Gellert's interest pique. It implied that whatever the creature was, it wasn't native to Romania.

Gellert continued reading. Illegal entry into a restricted area. This one made Gellert chuckle. This Scamander it seemed was nothing like the War Hero. The Scamander Gellert had fought was known for his sense of honor and duty. Always following the rules and regulations to the letter.

This Scamander however, had no such qualms. He had broken several laws and regulations, and had no remorse about it. Gellert smirked. Perhaps this was the distraction he had been looking for. Someone different, someone who didn't play by the rules. Someone interesting.

Gellert looked over the rest of the file, taking note of the various charges and infractions. The last item was the most intriguing. Scamander was accused of harboring an obscurial. Obscurials were extremely rare. From what Gellert understood about the creatures they never made it to the age of 11. The amount of power they had and the instability of it would kill them within a year or two.

Maybe the Scamander was helping them learn to control their power. If that was the case, Gellert could see the appeal of keeping the child hidden and protected. The Ministry would do nothing but destroy the poor creature.

Gellert set the file down and leaned back in his chair. He had some thinking to do. Scamander had been last spotted in Bulgaria and was most likely heading towards Greece. Gellert had contacts and people in place in both countries. He would need to have them be on the look out for his latest interest.

...

Newton Fido Scamander was proving to be more elusive than Gellert had originally thought. The younger man was smart, and kept a low profile. He didn't attract much attention, and when he did, he was able to disappear quickly.

The few times his followers had seen him, he had been travelling alone. There was no sign of the alleged obscurus, and Gellert was beginning to wonder if he was wasting his time.

But then, a report came in from Bulgaria. It seemed that the young Scamander had been seen traveling with a large group of nomadic muggles. Gellert had ordered his people to keep an eye on the young man. To observe and not interfere.

Two weeks later they were found out and apparently Scamander did not take kindly to surveillance. There had been a skirmish, several of his men were injured severely. While they survived they were unconscious and unable to tell Gellert what happened.

Gellert sighed, his head throbbing. He was running out of patience. This Scamander was becoming more and more intriguing. It was like a game of cat and mouse, and Gellert was determined to be the cat.

"My lord," called the voice of his most loyal and faithful follower.

"Vinda," Gellert greeted as he looked up from the report. "What do you have for me?"

"It seems that the Scamander has been sighted in the mountains of Macedonia," Vinda informed him.

"Good," Gellert said, a smirk forming on his lips. "It's about time. Have you sent out the orders?"

"Of course, my lord," Vinda replied.

"Excellent," Gellert said. "Now, we wait."

"Yes, my lord," Vinda said before bowing and leaving the room.

Gellert leaned back in his chair, a pleased expression on his face. Finally, he was going to meet his prey.

...

The mountain was cold and windy, the weather not ideal for a person to be climbing. Newt however kept pushing forward. He knew he was being followed, had known for weeks. The last encounter with the people following him had been a bad one. Several had been badly injured and the muggles he was with had scattered.

He was losing control more often now, and it scared him. He was losing his grip on his sanity. The darkness inside of him was growing, threatening to consume him. He didn't know what to do.

He needed help, but who would help him? No one knew what he was. Obscurials were nothing more than fantasies to the Wizarding World now. Nothing but mere rumors. Part of the reason for this was because an obscurial didn't normally make it to the age of 11. They would lose control and die, their body consumed by the magical energy they had absorbed.

Newt was lucky, he had managed to survive for 21 years. But he was tired. Tired of running, tired of hiding. He didn't know how much longer he could go on.

As he climbed, he felt the darkness growing stronger. His breathing was labored, his lungs burning with each breath. He was exhausted, his body worn out from the climb and the constant use of his magic.

"Scamander!" came a call from behind him.

Newt ignored it, continuing his climb. The mountain was steep and treacherous, the rocks loose and unstable.

"You can't run forever," the voice called again, closer this time.

Try me. Newt thought as he pushed himself up the side of the mountain.

"We just want to talk," the voice said, sounding closer still.

Lies. They would kill him, or worse. No, Newt would continue to run and escape just as he always did. He was good at running and hiding.

The rocks shifted beneath his feet, and he lost his footing. His body fell forward, tumbling down the side of the mountain.

"Scamander!" Came the voice again but Newt felt a pang of fear.

They knew his name. This wasn't some random encounter. No, they were hunting him.

A hand grabbed him by the back of his coat, halting his descent. He struggled against the grip, trying to break free.

"Hold still," came a voice from above him, "You won't survive that kind of fall, Mr. Scamander. I can't have that, now can I?"

Newt continued to struggle, but the grip was strong and unyielding. One of his hands tightened around the handle of his case. This person must be here for his case.

"Let me go," Newt said, his voice coming out weaker than he had hoped.

"Not until we have a little chat," the voice said, and Newt could hear the amusement in the tone.

"There's nothing to talk about," Newt said. "Now, let me go."

Instead of letting him go, the person slowly began to pull him up. The hand gripping his coat was rough and strong. Newt continued to struggle, trying to break free. But the person was too strong and Newt's own strength was fading.

"There now," the voice said, and Newt found himself being pulled to his feet, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

The grip turned from his collar to his shoulders almost as if steadying him. Newt's breath hitched in his throat. He turned breaking grip to see who had ahold of him. Fear weighed heavily in his stomach as he realized who it was.

Standing before him was none other than the Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald. Newt stumbled backwards, his body tense and his hands balled into fists. Black wisps began to roll off of him.

No. Not now. He thought desperately. Anytime but right now.

"Now, now," Grindelwald said, his tone calm and collected. "Let's not get excited. We're just here to talk, Mr. Scamander."

The black tendrils continued to roll off of him uncaring of what he thought. They fought Newt's every effort to force control. Thankfully the Dark Lord hadn't noticed the smoke yet.

"Talk?" Newt managed to ask, his voice trembling slightly. "About what?"

"About you," Grindelwald said. "I've been hearing quite a bit about you. You've caused quite a stir, Mr. Scamander."

"I've done nothing wrong," Newt said, his body shaking with the effort of maintaining control.

"Nothing wrong?" Grindelwald asked incredulously, "You've been charged with multiple counts of illegal possession and transport of a magical creature. And you're currently suspected of harboring an obscurus."

Fuck. So there were rumors. Half true rumors but rumors nevertheless. It was probably what had drawn Grindelwald's attention. Newt cursed his luck and wondered how he would escape this one.

"I'm a magizoologist," Newt stated defending himself. "It's my job to rescue and protect creatures."

"Magizoologist?" Questioned Grindelwald and he sounded almost curious.

Newt looked around for a way to escape. Grindelwald stood between him and the path down the mountain. There was no way he would be able to get past him without a fight. Something he desperately wanted to avoid.

"Yes," Newt answered not willing to go any further. "Why are you here?"

"I told you," Grindelwald replied, a hint of a smile on his lips, "I'm here to talk."

"Then talk," Newt barked, his mind racing as he tried to figure out a way to escape.

His obscurial lunged within him and Newt bit back a cry. It was growing stronger and soon would force his transformation. There wasn't much time left. He had to get away.

Grindelwald studied him, his gaze intense and calculating. Newt fought the urge to shrink back under the scrutiny. He had to appear strong and in control, even though he was anything but. Grindelwald could not find out about what he was. No one could.

"I have a proposition for you, Mr. Scamander," Grindelwald finally said. "I'm sure you're aware of my goals and plans. I could use someone with your unique talents."

Newt stared at him in disbelief. Was the Dark Lord really asking him to join his ranks? Newt didn't have the stomach for violence and bloodshed. The thought of using his beasts in such a way turned his stomach.

"No," Newt replied firmly.

"No?" Grindelwald asked.

"No," Newt confirmed.

"I think you should reconsider," Grindelwald said, his eyes narrowing.

"I don't care," Newt replied, his body starting to tremble as the energy built inside him. "I'm not joining your cause."

It was going to explode. There was no stopping it at this point. His obscurial lunged like a wild animal and smoke escaped in large amounts. Grindelwald's eyes widened as the smoke grew denser and the temperature began to drop.

Newt took advantage of the Dark Lord's surprise and turned. He bolted up the side of the mountain. He had to get away. He couldn't let Grindelwald see him transform. If he did, Newt was as good as dead.

"Scamander!" Grindelwald yelled.

Newt ignored him. The mountain was steep and the terrain difficult. His footing was unsteady and his movements clumsy. His obscurial was struggling to get out, and Newt could feel his control slipping.

"Scamander, stop!" Grindelwald yelled.

But Newt was beyond hearing. His obscurial was raging, and Newt was losing his grip. The energy inside him was too strong, too powerful. He couldn't hold it back any longer. His body exploded into the wispy smoke and his case dropped.

...

Gellert watched as the young man was enveloped in a cloud of black smoke. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The temperature was dropping rapidly, and Gellert could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The air was magically charged, the energy almost tangible.

Gellert took a step back, his eyes never leaving the swirling cloud of smoke. The energy inside it was immense. He could feel the power radiating from it. The sheer intensity of it made his skin crawl.

"Impossible," Gellert whispered.

Obscurials didn't make it so long. They died by the age of 11. How then was this man not only alive, but well and thriving? It didn't make any sense.

"Scamander?" Gellert asked, not sure if the man could even hear him.

The cloud didn't respond, continuing to swirl around itself. The wind was picking up, whipping the smoke into a frenzy. Gellert stood his ground. He kept his body language relaxed not wanting to provoke an attack.

"Scamander," Gellert tried again. "Can you hear me?"

Still no response. Gellert took a cautious step forward. The smoke whipped around him, but there was no sign of an attack. Gellert took another step forward. The cloud swirled around him, almost curiously.

"Newton," Gellert said, hoping that using the man's first name would get a reaction.

He received a reaction but not the one he was hoping for. The smoke seemed to become agitated, whipping around even faster. Gellert could feel the tension in the air, the magic becoming more and more volatile. It was going to attack if he didn't try something else.

"Shh," Gellert soothed, reaching out a hand. "It's alright."

The smoke paused, seeming to hesitate. Gellert slowly reached out, his fingers brushing the edge of the cloud. It was cold, the sensation almost like touching ice.

"There, now," Gellert murmured. "See, nothing to be afraid of."

He had not expected that to work. It was a gamble, an attempt to soothe the young man's anger and fear. Gellert didn't know how it would react. It had surprised him when the cloud had responded.

Gentle words seemed to be the way to go with this one. Gellert wondered if the young man had ever experienced kindness or understanding. Had he ever had anyone to lean on?

The smoke began to become agitated again, the wind picking up. Gellert felt his heart race just a little faster. The energy was building again, and the air was charged with magic. It was dangerous, and Gellert was unsure if he could defend himself.

"Easy, easy," Gellert crooned. "I'm not going to hurt you."

The wind continued to pick up, and the smoke swirled around him. Gellert did not move, forward or back. He stayed absolutely still. He had no intention of provoking an attack.

"I know you're scared," Gellert continued in a soothing voice. "You've spent your whole life hiding. You don't have to do that anymore."

The wind was howling now, the smoke whipping around him. Gellert's hair and coat were blowing in the wind. The energy was becoming more and more volatile.

"I can help you," promised Gellert. "I can keep you safe."

The wind was deafening, and Gellert's words were carried away. He could feel the energy crackling in the air. It was like a thunderstorm, the charge of electricity. The smoke was growing darker, becoming a deep and foreboding black.

"You don't have to be afraid," Gellert shouted over the roar of the wind. "I will keep you safe."

The sound of the wind was almost painful. The pressure built to the point where it was practically impossible to move. The air was so thick, Gellert could hardly breathe. He could feel the energy crackling all around him, the hairs on his arms standing on end.

And then, it happened.

The energy released, a shock wave of pure magical power. It hit Gellert like a battering ram, knocking him off his feet. He flew backwards, his body tumbling down the mountainside. He hit the rocks and boulders, the pain blinding.

He remained conscious, but just barely. His vision was blurry, and his body ached. He could feel the cuts and bruises forming, the blood flowing from the wounds.

He lay there for a moment, stunned and in pain. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his bearings. The explosion had knocked him off his feet, but it hadn't killed him. That was something at least.

He pulled himself to his feet, his body protesting the movement. Injured but alive. He dusted himself off, his clothes ripped and torn.

"Scamander," he called, but there was no answer.

The smoke had disappeared, and so had the young man. Gellert sighed, a small smile on his lips.

"Well, it looks like the chase is on," he said to himself.

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The next few days were filled with frustration and a feeling of futility. No matter what he tried or how many people he had following him, he couldn't find a trace of the young man.

He knew that the young man would need time to recover. Just like Gellert did. The injuries Gellert received needed both a healer and potions. The explosion had been powerful, the amount of magic behind it incredible. The man had been in no shape to travel far.

He had people scouring the mountainside looking for any sign of the young man. So far they had turned up nothing. No sign of the young man or his case. That case would likely be the key to finding the young man.

"My lord," Vinda called as she entered the room. "We have news."

"News?" Gellert asked.

"A man matching Scamander's description has been seen in the town of Bela," Vinda informed him. "It seems that he is injured and in need of medical attention."

"When was this?" Gellert questioned, sharply.

"About an hour ago," Vinda answered unfazed by the sharpness of his question. "It seems that he has taken up residence in a local pub."

"Which pub?" Gellert asked.

"The Red Hare," Vinda answered, "I had our men confirm it was Mr. Scamander before coming to tell you."

"Good," Gellert said.

"What would you have us do?" Vinda inquired.

Gellert ordered adter a moment of consideration, "Have the men stay at a distance, I don't want to spook him. And Vinda," Gellert called as she turned to leave, "have them watch the pub. I want to know if Scamander leaves."

"Yes, my lord," Vinda said, her tone respectful.

"Tell the healers to ready a room," Gellert continued, "It is likely he will need a healer."

"Yes, my lord," Vinda said, again before leaving the room.

"Soon," Gellert muttered to himself.

...

Newt breathed out deeply as he laid on the hard bed that he was given. His entire body ached, his muscles stiff and sore. He could feel the bruises and cuts, the raw patches of skin where the blast had ripped away flesh.

The obscurial within him had not been kind. It had used his body as a conduit for its explosive power. It was angry, and Newt couldn't blame it. He was angry too. Angry at Grindelwald, angry at himself.

He was weak, so very weak. He had allowed the dark lord to get too close, too personal. And now, his secrets were in danger. The urge to run and hide was strong. It always was, but Newt couldn't give into it this time. Not yet.

He didn't have any supplies. If he went back out into the wildness then he would die. Maybe that would be best.

The door opened and a man stepped inside. He was a tall man, with a long scar running down the left side of his face. His dark eyes were intense, his jaw set in a hard line. The owner of the pub he was in, he remembered.

"Here," the man said, holding out a steaming cup of something. "It will help."

Newt accepted the cup, his hands trembling slightly. The man sat down beside him, his gaze steady and unwavering. Newt looked away, unable to meet the man's gaze.

"You are very brave," the man said, his voice low and soft. "To brave the mountain during this time of year. Especially, in your condition."

Newt didn't answer, choosing instead to sip the hot liquid. It was a herbal tea, and the warmth soothed his throat and lungs. He felt the pain lessen and the tension in his muscles relax.

"You are injured," the man said, his tone curious, "How did you come by these injuries?"

Newt took a moment to consider his answer, before deciding on a partial truth, "There was a rockslide. I was caught in it."

The man nodded, as if accepting his answer.

"You are lucky," the man said. "The mountains can be a dangerous place."

Newt made a noise of agreement, taking another sip of the tea. With each sip his muscles relaxed a little more. The pain was dulling, the ache fading.

"My name is Kostas," the man said after a moment. "Kostas Papadakis. What is yours?"

Newt hesitated for a moment before answering, "Newt."

"Like the lizard?" Kostas asked.

Newt couldn't help the snort he made. No one had ever compared him to a lizard. It was rather amusing.

"Something like that," Newt replied, his lips twitching.

Kostas nodded, his own smile forming. It was a warm smile, genuine and friendly. Newt couldn't help but smile back.

"The Red Hare is a safe haven," Kostas said after a moment. "No one will hurt you here."

Newt stared at the man. His words were reassuring, but Newt couldn't bring himself to believe them. Grindelwald was still out there, hunting him. Newt knew that the man would never stop until he had what he wanted.

"Thank you," Newt said, his voice wavering slightly. "I appreciate the offer."

Kostas studied him for a moment before nodding, "You are welcome here as long as you need. When you are well enough, I can give you supplies and directions. You can continue your journey."

Newt gave him a grateful smile, "That is very kind of you."

"It is no trouble," Kostas said, waving a hand dismissively. "This is a place of refuge for those in need."

Newt sipped the last of the tea, the warmth spreading through his body. The pain was almost gone, his muscles relaxing and his breathing easing. The exhaustion was catching up to him. His eyes felt heavy and his limbs leaden.

"You should rest," Kostas said, "Sleep will help your body heal."

Newt nodded, his eyes drooping. He couldn't keep them open anymore.

"Sleep well, Newt," Kostas murmured as Newt's eyes closed.

...

The Red Hare was a pub, just as Vinda reported. Being an outsider meant he was met with suspicion immediately. The barkeep eyed him with distrust, his posture wary.

"May I help you?" The barkeep asked, his tone flat and devoid of any emotion.

"I am looking for someone," Gellert explained. "A young man, about this tall, red hair, freckles. He goes by the name Newt."

The barkeep's expression changed. His eyes narrowed, his lips thinning. He clearly didn't like the idea of an unknown person asking questions.

"Travelers don't come through here often," the barkeep said. "We are a simple village. We have little interest in the affairs of the outside world."

"I am not looking for trouble," Gellert replied, his tone even and calm. "I only wish to speak with the young man."

"You won't find him here," the barkeep said, his tone clipped.

"Perhaps you can help me," Gellert pressed, not willing to give up. "He was injured. Where would he go?"

"We don't involve ourselves in other people's business," the barkeep answered. "Especially when it involves the outside world."

"I understand your concern," Gellert said, trying to be sympathetic. "But this man is a friend. I wish to help him."

"No," the barkeep responded, his tone firm. "I can't help you. Now, please leave."

"Can't or won't?" Asked Gellert, his tone challenging.

"Does it matter?" The barkeep shot back. "He isn't here and that is all you need to know."

Gellert could see that the man wasn't going to give him anything. Then again that was Legimency was for.

"What are you doing?" The barkeep asked, his eyes wide with alarm.

His magic encased the man preventing him from running. Then Gellert pushed his way into the man's mind, searching for the information he needed. As a muggle the man had no defenses against the attack. It was child's play to find the answers he was looking for.

"He is resting," Gellert said as he let the man go.

The barkeep fell to his knees, his body shaking. Gellert turned and walked away, not sparing the man another glance.

There were three rooms on the second floor. All of which were currently occupied. Gellert chose the room furthest from the stairs. He quietly opened the door, stepping into the dimly lit room.

Newton lay on the small bed, his eyes closed. His breathing was even and his face relaxed. Gellert approached the bed, his footsteps silent.

He stood beside the bed, studying the younger man. Bandages peaked out from under a dirty shirt. His face was covered in grime, his skin pale and drawn. Gellert knew that the man was suffering.

The healing process was slow and painful. His body was covered in burns, cuts, and bruises. He had lost a significant amount of blood and was likely dehydrated.

Gellert couldn't help but admire the young man's tenacity. He was strong and determined, not letting his injuries slow him down. His will to survive was admirable.

Gellert's magic ran over Newton's body, assessing the damage. He was in rough shape, his wounds needing both a healer and potions.

"Shh," Gellert soothed, as Newton began to stir. "It's alright. I'm here to help."

Newton's eyes fluttered open, his gaze unfocused. Gellert watched as recognition dawned, followed quickly by panic.

"Easy," Gellert said, his tone calm and reassuring. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He placed his hand on Newton's shoulder. He applied just enough pressure to keep him from sitting up. The young man's eyes darted around the room, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Shh," Gellert soothed. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe."

Newton continued to struggle, his eyes wide and filled with fear. Smoke began to seep from his skin, a stark reminder of the danger he posed. Gellert's hand remained on Newton's shoulder, the grip tight and unyielding.

"Newton," Gellert tried, hoping that the use of his first name would get his attention. "Look at me."

Newton's eyes darted towards him. They didn't quite meet his gaze. They were unfocused, glassy and dilated. The smoke continued to roll off his skin, the air thickening with magic.

"Newton," Gellert said firmly. "Stop."

Newton stilled, his eyes finally meeting Gellert's. The fear was still there, but it had been tempered by his command. Gellert could feel the energy swirling around them, the power thrumming in the air. The smoke of the obscurial going between his fingers.

"There now," Gellert said softly. "That's better. Now, we can talk."

"Go away," Newton rasped, his voice hoarse and ragged.

"Now, why would I do that?" Gellert asked, amused.

"You have no reason to be here," Newton managed, his voice weak and strained.

"Oh, but I do," Gellert countered, his tone teasing.

"I'm not going with you," Newton said, his voice growing stronger.

"We'll see about that," Gellert said, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Newton glared at him, his expression defiant. His body trembled with the effort of remaining still. The smoke pulsed in his fingers, a silent warning.

"Your injuries need to be treated," Gellert said, his voice serious. "And you are in no shape to be traveling."

"I'll manage," Newton retorted.

Stubborn. Gellert thought, amused. He's going to be difficult.

"You won't," Gellert replied, his tone calm. "Your body can't take much more."

"It's my choice on what to do with my life," snapped Newton angrily.

"Not if it involves risking yours," countered Gellert, his tone gentle but firm.

"My life isn't worth saving," Newton whispered, his eyes dropping.

"Now, where did you get such a foolish idea?" Gellert asked softly.

Newton jerked under his grip and the smoke grew denser. This was a conscious effort not an instinctive one as it had been before. Gellert tightened his grip on Newton's shoulder. He would not lose him a second time.

"Let go," Newton spat like an angry cat.

The obscurial smoke pulsed under his hand again. Gellert reached out with his magic, grasping at the energy. It struggled against him, fighting his hold.

"I will not let you kill yourself," Gellert said sternly.

"Why do you care?" Newton shot back.

"All magical blood is important," Gellert said. "You are no exception."

"I'm an obscurial," Newton pointed out. "I shouldn't even exist."

"Yet here you are," Gellert pointed out.

"I shouldn't," Newton replied.

"You are," Gellert countered.

Newton looked away, his expression was unreadable. But his shoulders were hunched, and his body trembled. He looked so fragile and vulnerable.

"Why?" Newton asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Why what?" Gellert questioned.

"Why do you care?" Newton clarified.

Gellert paused for a moment, his eyes never leaving Newton's face. There was a flicker of something there, a deep pain that went beyond his physical injuries.

"Because no one should have to live their life in fear," Gellert said softly.

Newton flinched, the smoke faltering. The raw and broken look in his eyes made Gellert's chest ache. The young man was haunted, and his pain was palpable.

"I've spent my whole life afraid," Newton said quietly. "Afraid of what I am."

"You have nothing to fear from me," Gellert assured him.

"How can you say that?" Newton asked.

"Because," Gellert said firmly. "I don't see you as a threat. I see you as a kindred spirit."

"You don't know me," Newton said.

"I don't have to," Gellert responded. "I see the pain and the loneliness. The anger and the fear. I know what it's like to be hunted."

"So, what?" Newton snapped, his eyes flashing. "I'm just supposed to accept your offer because you think we're alike?"

"No," Gellert said calmly. "You're supposed to accept my offer because you need it."

"I don't need anything," Newton argued.

"Everyone needs something," Gellert countered.

Newton glared at him, but Gellert could see the exhaustion and fear beneath it. He knew that Newton was in no shape to continue their argument. He was arguing to make a point, not out of any real conviction.

"Come with me," Gellert said.

"Where?" Newton asked, his voice suspicious.

"Somewhere you can heal," Gellert answered.

"And what do you get out of this?" Newton questioned, his eyes narrowing.

Yes. What did he get out of this? Right now, nothing. Later? Who knew. But that wasn't important right now. Newton was.

"You are unique," Gellert replied. "I want to understand you. I want to understand how you've been able to survive for so long."

Newton studied him, with an assessing gaze. It was a look that spoke of experience. It was the look of a survivor, someone who had been through much and was expecting the worse.

"I won't hurt you," Gellert promised. "I only want to help."

Newton didn't respond. He remained quiet, his expression blank. The smoke had all but disappeared. They were finally making progress.

"Do we have an agreement?" Gellert asked.

Newton hesitated, the fear clear on his face. Gellert waited patiently. He knew that Newton was struggling. This was a huge step for him, a leap of faith he hadn't expected to make.

"Yes," Newton whispered.

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Newt watched warily as the healer examined his injuries. Her hands were gentle and her touch light. She moved with an efficiency and confidence that Newt found comforting.

"Your injuries are serious," the healer said as she examined a particularly deep cut. "But you're lucky. They aren't life threatening."

Newt breathed a sigh of relief. He was still in a great deal of pain, but the prospect of a speedy recovery was encouraging. He hated being stuck in bed.

"I will prepare a salve for your burns and some potions for the pain," the healer continued. "You should rest. Your body needs time to heal."

"Thank you," Newt said softly.

"You're welcome," the healer replied, a small smile on her face. "Rest. I'll be back later with the salve and the potions."

Newt nodded and watched her leave. He was in the infirmary of Gridnelwaald's base. It was a large castle, in the mountains. It was surrounded by a forest and had a number of wards. It was well hidden and protected.

Inside the castle, there was a large courtyard and several towers. The walls were covered in tapestries and the floors were made of stone. There were multiple floors, each one was a maze of hallways and rooms. The infirmary was on the fourth floor, near the top of the castle.

The infirmary was spacious, with several beds, and a desk for the healer. There was also a large fireplace, which kept the room warm and comfortable.

Newt felt his body relax. He was safe for now at least. He didn't understand Grindelwald's interest in him. Regardless of him being an obscurial or not, t didn't make any sense.

Obscural were dangerous and unpredictable. They had a tendency to lash out at those around them. Grindelwald would be a fool to keep him around.

Unless he had something else planned. Some other reason for bringing him here. Newt doubted that the dark lord had saved him out of the goodness of his heart. There had to be another reason.

His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the healer carrying potions and a salve. She approached his bedside and hesitated.

"Mr. Scamander," she greeted, "I'm here with the potions and the salve. Would you like me to apply it for you?"

"No," Newt replied softly, not meeting her gaze. "I'll do it."

She nodded and handed him the salve and the potions. Newt thanked her and turned away as she left. Once alone he removed his button down shirt. The fabric was stiff with dried blood.

His breath caught at the sight of his bare torso. It was covered in angry red welts, from where the blast had scorched his flesh. He reached for the salve, and began applying it to his wounds.

He flinched at the sting of the ointment, but the relief that followed was worth it. His skin began to cool, the burn easing. He applied the salve until his wounds were coated. Then, he reached for the potions.

"Here," Grindelwald's voice said as a hand appeared in his vision. "Let me."

Newt flinched. He hadn't heard Grindelwald enter the room. Without his shirt and coat newt felt suddenly exposed in front of the Dark Lord. His skin prickled and his stomach churned.

"No," Newt said sharply, pulling away.

"It's alright," Grindelwald said gently, "I just want to help."

Newt shook his head. He didn't want Grindelwald touching him. He didn't like anyone touching him. It was too personal.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Grindelwald continued.

Newt ignored him, busying himself with putting the salve away. He then pulled his shirt on and buttoned it up.

"There's no reason to be afraid," Grindelwald said as he reached out a hand.

Newt pulled away, the fear growing. His skin crawled, and his muscles tensed. With it came the smoke of his obscurial, dancing around his fingertips.

"Easy," Grindelwald soothed. "You're safe."

"Don't touch me," Newt growled.

"Newton," Grindelwald admonished gently. "I'm not going to hurt you."

The smoke swirled around his fingers. He could feel the energy building, the tension coiling.

"You're safe," Grindelwald repeated. "I just want to help."

The smoke pulsed, the air becoming charged. Newt took a deep breath and forced his obscurial down. He didn't want to lose control. Losing control would mean he would hurt someone. That he would become monster.

It did not work as he would have wanted. His obscurial would not be denied. The smoke grew darker and thicker. He could feel the rage and pain coursing through him.

"Hush, it's okay," Grindelwald murmured, reaching out.

His fingers brushed the side of Newt's cheek. The sensation was electric. It sent shivers down his spine and caused his breath to hitch. The obscurial within him seemed to calm, the anger dissipating.

"That's it," whispered Grindelwald, his voice soothing. "Let it go."

The smoke faded, leaving behind a sense of calm. Newt sagged against the bed, his energy drained. He felt exhausted.

"Well, that was quite the display," Grindelwald observed, amusement clear in his tone. "Does your obscurial have a set trigger?"

"I'm not sure," Newt admitted, his voice weary.

"That's interesting," Grindelwald mused. "So little is known about obscurials. And yet, here you are."

"It's a wonder," Newt said flatly.

"Yes, it is," Grindelwald agreed.

Newt felt the mattress dip as Grindelwald sat beside him. He could feel the dark lord's gaze on him. No doubt it was filled with pity.

"How are you feeling?" Grindelwald asked, his tone soft.

"Fine," Newt answered lying through his teeth.

"You're lying," Grindelwald observed, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You're in pain. I can see it in your eyes."

"It's not bad," Newt said, his tone neutral.

"Perhaps," Grindelwald replied as he turned to grab a potuon. "But the fact remains, you are in pain. Here drink this."

"I don't need it," Newt argued.

"Drink," Grindelwald ordered, his voice firm as he pushed it into his hands.

Newt stared at the potion, his mind reeling. Part of him wanted to throw it back in Grindelwald's face. That would be stupid but still the thought was there. Another part of him knew that he was in no position to fight the dark lord.

"It will help," Grindelwald coaxed. "I promise."

Newt stared at the potion, before giving in. He took a sip, the taste bitter. He swallowed the rest, the effects immediate. He felt the pain and the ache disappear, his body relaxing.

"There," Grindelwald said, his tone pleased. "Much better, isn't it?"

"Yes," Newt admitted, his tone reluctant.

His eyes were dropping, the exhaustion hitting him. The potion had a sedative effect. His limbs felt heavy, and his mind was fuzzy.

"Sleep," Grindelwald said gently, his hand coming to rest on the top of Newt's head.

Newt fought the urge to pull away, the contact strange. He had never had anyone touch him like that. It was intimate and oddly comforting.

"I'll be here when you wake," Grindelwald assured him.

Newt couldn't fight the heaviness in his eyelids. His eyes slid shut, his breathing evening out. The darkness took him, the sound of Grindelwald's voice drifting away.

...

Gellert stood outside the infirmary, the door closed behind him. He leaned against the wall, his mind replaying the events. Newton had a temper, and his obscurial was volatile.

The way the smoke reacted to his touch was intriguing. The power and raw magic that radiated from him was unlike anything Gellert had ever felt.

He was a rarity. A precious gem. He could only imagine the potential.

"My lord," a familiar voice said as they approached.

"Vinda," Gellert said, nodding in greeting.

"Is the man resting?" Vinda asked with a frown of disapproval.

"Yes," Gellert replied. "His wounds were more severe than expected."

"That is unfortunate," Vinda observed, her tone dry.

"Indeed," Gellert said. "It is always best to know what we are dealing with."

"And now?" Vinda asked sharply.

A frown matter his face at her tone, "Now, I must wait and observe. I can not expect to learn everything in the first encounter."

"You're taking a risk," Vinda pointed out, "He's a risk. Obscurials are unpredictable. They are violent and dangerous. This one could kill you."

"He won't," Gellert said firmly.

"You can't know that," Vinda countered, "My Lord, it would be safest to kill him."

"And then what?" Gellert shot back, his temper rising. "You're acting no better than the Ministry and Muggles. Obscurials are feared because we do not understand them. We need to learn more about them, to understand their nature."

"They're monsters," Vinda spat, "They are a danger to themselves and others. You should know better than to think otherwise."

"Enough," Gellert snapped, his voice cold and dangerous. "You will not question me. Not about this. I have chosen to keep him alive and you will not interfere."

"Yes, my lord," Vinda replied, her expression contrite.

"Good," Gellert said his tone softening, "Now, leave me. I have work to do."

"As you wish," Vinda replied, her expression unreadable.

He watched her leave, his anger simmered. He hated to lose his temper, but she had crossed a line. He was the Dark Lord, her leader. She had no right to question his decisions.

His gaze drifted back towards the infirmary. His mind was still on the young man inside. His mind was a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. He couldn't afford to be careless, not with someone so unpredictable.

"I'm not your enemy," Gellert muttered under his breath, "You just don't know it yet."

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"Are you going to be a problem?"

Newt looked up, startled. He hadn't expected the question. Or the person who asked it. Vinda Rosier seemed to avoid him like the plague.

Newt was sitting in the courtyard with his book notes laying on his lap. He was taking a break from his research and was enjoying the cool breeze.

"Excuse me?" Newt asked, not sure he heard the woman correctly.

"Are you going to be a problem," Vinda repeated her voice hard.

"A problem?" Newt repeated, confusion filling him.

"Yes, a problem," Vinda stated impatiently. "Everyone here is loyal to the cause. Are you loyal?"

Newt didn't know how to answer that. He had only ever been loyal to his creatures and his family. But he didn't feel loyal to Grindelwald's cause.

"Well, are you?" Vinda asked again, her voice rising.

"I'm not sure," Newt answered honestly with a shrug, "I don't really know anything about this 'cause'."

"Of course, you don't," Vinda spat, "Your nothing but an outsider."

Newt couldn't help but bristle. He didn't ask to be here. He didn't ask for the Dark Lord to suddenly take an interest in him. He just wanted to live his life in peace and solitude.

"You don't belong here," Vinda said, her voice cold and her eyes hard. "You have no place among us."

"That's not my fault," Newt snapped, his anger rising. "I didn't ask to come here."

"No," Vinda said with a sneer. "You didn't. You're here because my lord, found you interesting. A rare find, a prize if you will."

"I'm not a trophy," Newt shot back, his temper flaring.

Smoke began to escape him. His obscurial was rising, its rage bubbling to the surface. The anger was all-consuming.

"You're an animal," Vinda said, her eyes glittering with contempt.

"No, I'm not," Newt said, his voice tight and his fists clenched.

"Yes, you are," Vinda retorted. "Obscurials are animals, they're violent and destructive. They're a danger to everyone around them."

Newt gritted his teeth. This woman judged him like everyone else did. They saw him as an animal, a threat.

"You're a monster," Vinda hissed, her voice filled with loathing.

The smoke billowed, the anger overwhelming him. His obscurial was rising, the fury pulsing beneath his skin. Before he could stop it, his obscurial lashed out.

Vinda's cry of pain echoed in his ears. The sound of her body hitting the stone ground, made him wince. He stood there, staring at her limp form, not sure what to do.

He knew he had gone too far and had lost control. This was why he left society in favor of studying creatures as well as saving them. His obscurial was uncontrollable. It was a wild thing that lashed out without thought or reason.

Newt's body shook, the fear and guilt washing over him. His breath was coming in short gasps, the panic gripping him. He couldn't move, couldn't think. All he could do was stand there, the fear paralyzing him.

Then, the doors burst open, and Grindelwald strode in. His eyes went from Newt to Vinda and then back again. His expression was unreadable.

Newt flinched as the Dark Lord approached, his footsteps echoing in the quiet courtyard. He took a step back, the fear causing his heart to race.

"Easy," Grindelwald's voice was soft and calm.

"I'm sorry," Newt blurted out, the words tumbling from his lips. "I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I lost control. I'm sorry."

"Shh," Grindelwald soothed, his voice low.

Grindelwald stepped closer again and Newt took another back. His eyes darted around the courtyard, looking for an escape route. He knew he couldn't run. Not now, not with his obscurial raging. But, he could get as much distance between him and Grindelwald as possible.

"Easy," Grindelwald repeated, his tone gentle. "It's okay."

Newt's breath hitched, the smoke pouring from his fingers. It swirled around his feet, thick and heavy. He was losing control again. Grindelwald's gaze caught his own.

"Hush," Grindelwald's voice was barely audible.

He took another step closer, his gaze steady. Newt stayed still this time unable to look or move away. The smoke began to die down. His obscurial calmed and his breathing slowed.

"There now," Grindelwald said softly, his eyes never leaving Newt's.

"I'm sorry," Newt whispered, his voice breaking.

"Shh," Grindelwald soothed. "It's alright."

Newt shook his head, the guilt and shame weighing on him. His shoulders slumped, the energy draining from him. A second later, Grindelwald was directly in front of him.

Newt flinched. He hadn't realized that Grindelwald had gotten so close. He could feel the heat of the dark lord's body, the warmth seeping through his clothes.

"Let's get you inside," Grindelwald directed gently.

He placed a hand on Newt's lower back, the touch light. Newt didn't pull away, the contact was surprisingly soothing. They walked across the courtyard, the air around them charged with Grindelwald's magic.

"What about Vinda?" Newt asked as he glanced back.

"She will be fine," Grindelwald answered. "She just needs time to recover."

"I'm sorry," Newt mumbled as they entered the castle.

"Shh," Grindelwald whispered. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"Yes, I do," Newt countered. "I hurt her. I lost control."

"You can't help it," Grindelwald stated, "She provoked you."

"It's no excuse," Newt protested, "I should be able to control myself."

"No one expects you to be perfect," Grindelwald pointed out, his tone patient.

"But I expect that from myself," Newt shot back, his emotions getting the best of him.

"That's not healthy," Grindelwald said sternly, "No one is perfect, Newton. And you are no exception."

"But-" Newt began but Grindelwald cut him off.

"No buts," Grindelwald interrupted, "We all make mistakes. Vinda should not have provoked you in such a way. She knew what would happen. She's lucky you didn't do worse."

"She didn't deserve it," Newt argued.

"You're too good for this world, Newton," Grindelwald mused, his tone wistful.

Newt didn't have a response to that. He was used to being called a freak and a monster. Not good. Praise was a foreign concept.

"Come," Grindelwald directed, "I'll escort you to your room."

"I don't need an escort," Newt said, his voice low.

"Perhaps," Grindelwald agreed, "But I think you'd rather not be alone."

Newt would never admit it. But the last thing he wanted was to be alone right now. He was too emotionally drained and vulnerable. Being alone would not help him.

"I'm fine," Newt mumbled as they continued down the hallway.

"I'm sure," Grindelwald drawled, with a hint of a smile on his face.

Newt huffed, but said nothing else. The rest of the walk to his room was a silent one.

When they reached the door, Newt hesitated. He wasn't sure what to do. Did he thank Grindelwald? Would the Dark Lord even care about a simple thank you?

"Rest," Grindelwald advised, his voice soft. "I'll check on you later."

"Thank you," Newt murmured before retreating into his room.

...

Gellert watched the door shut, a frown marring his face. Vinda went too far in provoking the young man. Her actions had consequences.

He sighed. He needed to deal with her. She couldn't be allowed to go unpunished. He was not the type of leader who would let his followers get away with such behavior.

Protecting Scamander was his first priority right now. The young man was a mess of emotions and his control was tenuous at best. It would take time and patience to reach him.

He turned and made his way back towards the courtyard. Vinda was still on the ground, just beginning to sit up. She grimaced in pain as she leaned against the wall.

"My lord," Vinda greeted, her expression wary.

"Vinda," Gellert's curt reply.

Vinda flinched at the curtness of his tone. She knew she was in trouble. She had crossed a line and would pay the price.

"You've overstepped," Gellert stated, his voice cold.

"He's dangerous, my lord," Vinda protested, her tone defensive. "His presence here is a risk."

"One that I have decided to take," Gellert replied, his voice steely. "I am your lord. I decide what risks are worth taking and he is a risk I'm willing to take."

"You're playing with fire," Vinda cautioned.

"A risk I'm willing to take," Gellert reiterated, his eyes narrowing.

Vinda's jaw tightened in anger but she didn't argue further. She knew that she had pushed him too far. He was not pleased with her actions.

"What will happen to him?" Vinda asked warily.

"That's none of your concern," Gellert replied, his tone dismissive.

"My lord-" Vinda began, but was cut off.

"Enough," Gellert's voice was harsh and commanding. "You've overstepped. Consider this a warning. If you act in such a manner again, I will not be so lenient."

"Yes, my lord," Vinda replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Now, leave," Gellert ordered, his voice hard. "And don't let me catch you near him again."

"As you wish, my lord," Vinda murmured as she stood and left.

Gellert watched her go, his eyes narrowing. He didn't like being disobeyed. And he certainly didn't like his orders being questioned. He was the Dark Lord and as such his word was law.

With a sigh, he turned and walked back towards the castle. He had a lot of work to do and not a lot of time. He would have to find a way to get through to Newton and fast.

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"Come on," Newt urged his occamy hatchling, "Just a few more bites."

The hatchling hissed, the feathers around its neck flaring. Its small wings beat the air, sending gusts of wind against his face.

"Please?" Newt pleaded, holding the spoon out, "For me?"

The occamy paused, its beady eyes assessing him. After a moment, it huffed and opened its mouth. Newt smiled encouragingly and brought the spoon closer. The hatchling bit the offered food, chewing and swallowing it.

"That's it," Newt cooed, his tone approving.

The hatchling chirped, its wings flapping excitedly. It was good that the young hatchling was eating. It had been slow to eat before and that had concerned Newt. Now that she was eating he could relax some.

"Here you go," Newt said, feeding the hatchling another bite.

The hatchling chirped and opened its mouth, swallowing the food. Newt smiled and gave it another spoonful.

"You're doing great," Newt encouraged as he continued to feed the hatchling.

The occamy chirped and wiggled in its basket. Newt smiled and finished feeding it the last of the meal. He put away the bowl and washed the spoon. Then, he returned to the hatchling. She came up and wrapped around his arm, chirping softly.

"Are you full?" Newt asked, stroking her head.

The occamy purred, nuzzling his hand. Her eyes were half closed, the sleepiness obvious. A soft smile spread across Newt's face as he continued to stroke her head.

"Sleep well," Newt said softly.

He waited until the hatchling was asleep before removing her. He placed her in her basket and covered her with a blanket. Checking on her was his final check of his creatures for the evening. With everything done, he retired to his room.

It had been a day since his confrontation with Vinda and he hadn't seen her since. The woman seemed to be avoiding him. Not that he minded. He preferred not having any human interaction.

With a sigh, he flopped onto his bed. He was exhausted. Healing his injuries had taken a lot out of him and his obscurial wasn't helping matters. He knew that the Dark Lord would be coming to see him soon and he dreaded it.

His obscurial was unpredictable and his emotions were volatile. He couldn't help but worry about losing control. He didn't want to hurt anyone, no matter if they were Dark.

A knock on the door startled him. He tensed, his hands gripping the covers. He knew who was on the other side of the door.

"Come in," Newt called out, his voice tense as he pushed himself back into a sitting position.

The door opened and Grindelwald stepped in. His presence filled the room. He had an aura of power and authority.

"Good evening, Newton," Grindelwald greeted with a smile on his face.

"Hello," Newt mumbled, averting his gaze.

Grindelwald walked towards the bed and took a seat. His movements were confident and smooth. He radiated confidence and poise. It was the exact opposite to Newt's nervousness. He wanted to move away from Grindelwald, put as much space between them as possible. But, he forced himself to stay put.

"How are you feeling?" Grindelwald asked.

"Fine," Newt responded automatically.

"Really?" Grindelwald inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm tired," Newt admitted.

"Your obscurial has been active, hasn't it?" Grindelwald observed. "Not free, but active within you?"

Newt nodded. He didn't have the energy or the will to argue. Grindelwald seemed to have a way of knowing what he was feeling better than he did.

"You must rest," Grindelwald urged, his voice gentle. "It will help you recover and allow your body to heal."

"I know," Newt mumbled, his gaze on the floor.

A huff escaped Grindelwald and then, a warm hand landed on Newt's head. He froze, the touch unexpected. Slowly Grindelwald's fingers began to card through his hair. It was an unfamiliar feeling. He couldn't even remember this happening when he was young.

"You're so tense," Grindelwald observed.

"I don't like being touched," Newt mumbled, his eyes still on the floor.

"Why not?" Grindelwald inquired curiously.

"It's...intimate," Newt explained, his voice soft. "It's something people do with someone they care about. Or at least trust."

"And you don't trust me?" Grindelwald's voice was neutral.

"No," Newt said without hesitation. "In all fairness, I don't trust anyone. Not really."

"A wise decision," Grindelwald replied.

"Perhaps," Newt agreed. "But it doesn't change the fact that it's... difficult to allow someone to touch me."

"And yet, here you are," Grindelwald said, amusement clear in his tone.

"Well, it's not as if I have a choice," Newt retorted, his gaze flicking towards the Dark Lord.

"True," Grindelwald agreed. "But, you could easily pull away."

"It's not worth the trouble," Newt said.

"So, you're simply tolerating it?" Grindelwald asked, his tone teasing.

"Basically," Newt replied.

"Hmm," Grindelwald murmured, fingernails gently scratching his scalp.

Newt shuddered, his eyes closing. He could feel the tension draining from his body, his muscles relaxing. It was strange but pleasant. He could feel himself begin to drift, his body going lax.

This had to be the effect of a spell he realized. Even with the realization he couldn't bring himself to fight it. The relaxing sensation set into his bones.

"It seems that you are indeed tired," Grindelwald mused.

Newt hummed wordlessly, too tired to formulate a response. He was exhausted, the healing taking its toll. His breathing began to even out and his body started to slump back onto the bed. L

"Rest," Grindelwald soothed.

The command was simple and yet Newt's mind complied. He drifted off, his consciousness fading.

...

Gellert watched Newton fall asleep, his breath evening out. His eyes were closed, and his face relaxed. The spell worked a little too well, and he was a bit disappointed.

He had wanted to talk to the young man, learn more about him. But, the spell had other ideas. It was a simple charm meant to induce relaxation and calm. Gellert had expected Newton to be resistant, but instead the man had succumbed.

"Fascinating," Gellert whispered to himself as he stood up.

Newton slept on, unaware of the world around him. He was vulnerable and his defenses down. This was an opportunity that Gellert would not waste.

He pulled out his wand and cast a quick diagnostic spell. The results were not unexpected. Newton was healing, but not fast enough. His energy levels were low and his magic was drained.

He returned his wand to its holster before he placed his hand on the young man's chest. Gellert's magic flared as he shared his magic with Newton.

"Hush, now," Gellert murmured as the sleeping man began to stir.

Newton settled, the magic working its way through him. Gellert kept a steady stream of magic flowing, his hand never leaving Newton's chest.

After a few minutes, he felt his magic beginning to return. It was a slow process, but it was working. The color began to return to Newton's face, his breathing growing stronger.

Slowly he pulled back, his hand coming to rest on Newton's head. His fingers gently ran through the soft brown curls. The action was soothing and it helped to ground him.

"Sleep well, my precious gem," Gellert murmured softly.

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The next morning, Newt woke to an empty room. He was still a little groggy and disoriented. His head was fuzzy and his body heavy.

It took a minute before his brain cleared enough for him to remember the night before. The memories were vague but they were there. He remembered talking to Grindelwald, and the man touching his hair. He also remembered the spell, and the soothing feeling of magic coursing through him.

"What happened?" Newt asked no one in particular as he sat up.

He knew that the spell had made him drowsy and relaxed, but he didn't remember the man casting it. It was strange and made him uncomfortable. He hated the feeling helpless and out of control. He would have to be even more careful around the Dark Lord.

With a sigh, he got out of bed and began getting dressed. The shirt and pants were the same ones that he wore the day before. It would be nice to have a change of clothes.

A knock on the door stopped him. He paused and glanced over, frowning. Who could be at his door?

"Hello?" Newt called out.

"Hello," a voice called back. "Can I come in?"

"Um, okay," Newt replied.

The door opened and a man entered. He had black hair and grey blue eyes. Standing a little taller than Newt, he had a lean build. There was an easygoing smile that didn't seem fake or forced.

"Hello," the man said. "I'm Auron. I thought I would stop by and say hello."

"Oh," Newt said, surprised. "Hi. I'm Newton Scamander but you can call me, Newt. Most people do."

"Pleasure to meet you, Newt," Auron said. "You look tired. Did you sleep well?"

"Better than normal," Newt admitted, rubbing his neck. "Probably because of whatever spell Grindelwald used."

"Ah, yes," Auron said with a thoughtful expression. "He has a habit of doing that. I suppose it's part of his charm."

"Charm?" Newt questioned.

"Yes," Auron replied with a nod. "He's very charming. That's why people are drawn to him. Isn't that why you're here? Because of his charisma?"

"No," Newt answered. "I'm here because he was curious about me. My..."

He just barely stopped himself from continuing. He gave the man a suspicious look. It was too easy to speak to this man even for Newt who had difficulty speaking to anyone.

"You're an obscurial," Auron said calmly, his eyes never leaving Newt's face.

Newt took a step back, the fear creeping up his spine. His obscurial began to rise sensing his emotions. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

"It's okay," Auron said quickly. "I won't hurt you. I was only stating the obvious."

"Obvious?" Newt echoed.

"Yes," Auron replied. "You have an aura. A powerful one. One that is not human."

"Aura?" Newt repeated.

"Yes," Auron repeated, "It's a rare talent for humans to be able to read it. But I have been able to read them since I was young."

"Oh," Newt murmured. "Well, you're right. I am an obscurial."

"It makes sense," Auron said thoughtfully, "Gellert collects oddities."

"Oddities?" Newt echoed, his eyes narrowing.

"Sorry," Auron said apologetically. "I didn't mean it as an insult. You just have a unique ability and it's not often he encounters those who are different. He seemks to protect us, those that are outcasts."

"I suppose," Newt said hesitantly.

"Anyway," Auron said. "I'm not here to talk about you. I came to give you a tour. I thought you would like to see the castle. Learn the layout."

"A tour," Newt said slowly. "Grindelwald showed me some when I first arrived. Is it safe to go out and wander?"

"Of course," Auron answered, "It's safe. As long as you don't leave the castle grounds."

"Why?" Newt asked, his curiosity piqued.

"The wards," Auron explained. "They protect the castle. Without an escort, you will find yourself walking in circles. You can't get off the grounds or leave the castle without the help of one of us."

So much for Newt being free to leave if he wished. It was not a surprising revelation, but a disappointing one. He had hoped that the wards were not that restrictive.

"Shall we start the tour?" Auron asked.

"Sure," Newt agreed with a shrug.

...

The tour had been a success, and it was quite interesting. Auron had shown him the entire castle. There was a lot of ground to cover, but it was worth it. He had a new appreciation for the vastness of the place.

There were even a few creatures lurking around, he stopped to admire. There were two occamies in the gardens. There was a kelpie in the pond and a mermaid in the lake. A griffin was in the forest, and a small colony of bowtruckles were in the greenhouse.

Each one he checked on to ensure they were healthy not quite trusting Grindelwald. They all seemed content, and he couldn't find any obvious signs of abuse or mistreatment. He supposed it was a good sign. Checking the habitats closely would have to come later.

"What are you thinking about?" Auron asked, breaking his thoughts.

"Just wondering about the creatures," Newt answered. "If they're being taken care of properly."

"I'm sure they are," Auron replied.

"You don't know?" Newt inquired, his gaze sharpening.

"I don't interact with the creatures," Auron said carefully. "Gellert prefers it that way."

"Oh," Newt murmured, his gaze dropping to the ground.

Auron directed them to another area of the castle. There was a courtyard, a garden, and a training yard. Each was different and held a distinct purpose.

"I'm surprised there are so many areas," Newt admitted as they walked.

"There's more," Auron stated, "There are some in the lower levels. We can't get to them though."

"What?" Newt asked, confused.

"The lower levels are off limits," Auron explained, "At least to those who aren't officially part of Gellert's inner circle."

"So, it's not a prison?" Newt questioned, his heart rate spiking.

"No," Auron assured, "It's not. It's simply a part of the castle that we can't access."

"Oh," Newt mumbled.

"Are you alright?" Auron asked, his tone concerned.

"I'm fine," Newt said, shaking his head. "I just had a moment."

"I see," Auron mused.

"How big is this place anyway?" Newt asked, changing the subject.

"Very big," Auron answered. "There are more rooms than you can count. Not all of them are open or accessible. Some have been sealed off."

"Sealed off?" Newt echoed, intrigued.

"Gellert likes his secrets," Auron explained. "And his privacy. He has locked away certain areas that he does not want anyone else to have access too."

"That makes sense," Newt said, his voice thoughtful, "Does he mind that you call him by his name? He doesn't seem like the type to enjoy being called by his first name."

"He's never said anything about it," the older man shrugged, "Since we aren't his followers we have a little more leeway. Not that we would be allowed to disrespect him. His position is one of power and authority."

"Of course," Newt mumbled.

"Come," he redirected Newt's attention, "There's still more to see."

"Lead the way," Newt said, falling into step behind the other man.

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It had been a couple days since the tour, and Newt was still exploring the castle. He was finding it fascinating. There were so many rooms and corridors that it was hard to keep track. Sometimes Auron would join him and slowly newt adjusted to the man's presence.

Today, however, he was on his own. Auron was busy with something and was not available to walk with him. Newt didn't mind. He liked having the time alone.

His favorite area was the library. It had a huge variety of books. It was like a dream come true. Newt walked along the aisle, his eyes scanning the titles.

He found an interesting section that caught his eye. There were books on creatures, both magical and non-magical. He couldn't help but pull a few off the shelves. Then cross referenced them with his own book in the making.

Time flew by as he studied. He became so engrossed in his reading that he didn't notice the shadow that loomed over him.

"Fascinating," the familiar voice said, startling Newt.

He looked up to see Grindelwald staring down at him. His expression was neutral, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Pardon?" Newt asked, confused.

What could he have found that was so fascinating? It was only Newt there and he was ordinary except for his obscurial.

"Your book," Grindelwald answered. "It's quite impressive."

"Oh," Newt said, surprised. "Thank you."

"May I sit?" Grindelwald asked, motioning towards the empty chair.

"Uh, sure," Newt answered nervous about their sudden proximity.

Was there a reason Grindelwald sought him out? Should he be worried? Newt could feel his body begin to tense, the stress building.

"Relax," Grindelwald's voice was a low rumble.

"I'm fine," Newt responded automatically.

Grindelwald gave him a look that clearly said 'I don't believe you.' It was unnerving. The dark lord knew him better than Newt liked.

"So," Grindelwald redirected, "Your book."

"My book?" Newt questioned, confused.

"Yes," Grindelwald said with a nod, "About magical creatures."

"Oh," Newt mumbled, his gaze going to the book on the table.

He was oddly nervous about Grindelwald seeing it. He hadn't let anyone read his book and it felt odd letting someone see it. Even if it was just the draft.

"May I? Grindelwald requested.

Newt hesitated, the book within his grasp. It was a precious thing to him. And letting someone else see it was hard. He was used to being alone, and the idea of sharing was not appealing.

"Only if you want," Grindelwald added, his tone patient.

With a sigh, Newt picked up the book and handed it over. It felt wrong letting someone else see it. He wanted to pull the book back and hide it away. Grindelwald's fingers brushed against his and the contact caused a shiver to run through him.

"Interesting," Grindelwald murmured.

He turned the pages, his gaze focused on the book. His face was neutral, his thoughts impossible to guess. Newt could feel his nerves begin to grow. What if the dark lord hated his work? Or thought it was foolish?

"This is good," Grindelwald said finally. "It could use some improvements and editing. But it's a great start."

"Really?" Newt asked, surprised.

"Yes," Grindelwald assured, looking at Newt. "You have a gift for creatures. And this book will be very useful."

"Useful?" Newt questioned, confused.

A pang of fear coursed through him. Surely the man wouldn't use his work to hurt creatures. His mind immediately went to the Dark Lord and his followers. They were ruthless and wouldn't think twice about hurting creatures.

"Easy now," Grindelwald cautioned, his voice soothing.

"What are you planning to do with it?" Newt demanded, his voice wavering.

"Nothing," Grindelwald assured. "This is yours. I'm not going to use it."

"You're not?" Newt questioned, skeptical.

"I'm not," Grindelwald repeated firmly. "This book is yours and I will not interfere. I'll only give my opinions if you want it. I won't take your work from you."

Newt's gaze raised and searched Grindelwald's for a moment. He looked for any hint of dishonesty. But he saw none.

"Do you promise?" Newt asked feeling childish.

"I promise," Grindelwald assured, "Now, take a deep breath."

Newt complied, his body relaxing. The tension began to fade and his nerves calmed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on calming down.

"Good," Grindelwald praised quietly, "Very good, Newton. Now, breathe."

Newt inhaled and exhaled, his body relaxing further. His thoughts slowed, and his emotions calmed. He opened his eyes and felt more in control.

"You're getting better at regaining control," Grindelwald complimented.

"Thanks," Newt mumbled then a thought hit him, "Wait, is that what you were doing?"

"Yes," Grindelwald responded, not denying it. "I've been trying to get you to focus on me when your emotions are overwhelming. It seems to help you regain control."

Newt blinked at him. He was not sure how to respond. On the one hand, it made sense. On the other, it felt strange to have the Dark Lord helping him learn control. He would have thought that Grindelwald would wasn't him out of control so that he was reliant on him.

"You're overthinking again," Grindelwald scolded gently. "Stop thinking so much and relax."

"Right," Newt said, his gaze lowering.

"Let's focus on something else," Grindelwald said, drawing his attention.

"Such as?" Newt inquired.

"What do you think of Auron?" Grindelwald asked, the question catching Newt off guard.

"He's...nice," Newt replied hesitantly.

"Just nice?" Grindelwald pushed.

"He's friendly and approachable," Newt said, shrugging. "And I don't mind him being around. He's easy to talk to."

"That's good," Grindelwald commented. "Auron is a bit of an outcast, much like yourself. You have similar personalities and you are more comfortable with him. So, it makes sense that you get along well."

"He's an outcast?" Newt asked, surprised.

He couldn't imagine someone like Auron being an outcast. The man seemed like he fit in. He was sociable and approachable. It was difficult to see him as an outcast.

"Yes," Grindelwald confirmed. "He's a werewolf and has trouble fitting in with the other wolves. And, as you can tell, his aura reading ability is also an issue. People are uncomfortable around him because he can read them so easily."

"Oh," Newt said softly, "I suppose I didn't notice."

"I'm not surprised," Grindelwald commented. "Auron hides his abilities well."

"Why does he have to hide them?" Newt asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

"Many don't appreciate people being able to see through their facade," Grindelwald explained. "Even if they aren't actively trying. And Auron can see right through them."

"That sounds like it could be an issue," Newt said thoughtfully.

"It is," Grindelwald confirmed. "Which is why I keep him close."

"Keep him close?" Newt echoed.

"I keep him safe and protected," Grindelwald replied. "Much like how I'm keeping you safe and protected."

Newt paused. He hadn't really thought about it, but the man was right. Grindelwald was protecting him and keeping him safe. But was it out of kindness or for selfish reasons?

"I can see the wheels turning," Grindelwald observed.

"Just thinking," Newt defended, averting his gaze.

"I understand," Grindelwald said gently. "But know that I have no ill intentions. You're safe here and you will remain so. As long as you abide by the rules."

"I see," Newt murmured.

"Don't worry so much," Grindelwald urged, his voice soothing. "I won't ask you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. If I do you have every right to refuse. Your boundaries will be respected."

"Okay," Newt said softly.

"Now," Grindelwald said, "I should leave. You have research to do. But before I go, I would like to invite you to dinner."

"Dinner?" Newt questioned, his brows furrowing.

"Yes," Grindelwald said, confirming. "It would be good for you to meet the others and I think you will enjoy it. What do you say?"

"Sure," Newt agreed after a moment, "Dinner sounds good."

"Excellent," Grindelwald replied, "I'll come get you when it's time. Enjoy the rest of your day."

"Thank you," Newt said as Grindelwald stood and walked away.

He was left alone with his thoughts and they were swirling. Was it wise to spend more time with the Dark Lord? And what would the others think of him? Would they treat him the same way Vinda did? He wasn't sure he could handle that.

...

Newt changed into his nicest clothes, his nerves making his stomach flutter. Dinner with Grindelwald was a daunting prospect. What would the other wizards be like? Would they treat him well or poorly? Would they judge him and find him lacking?

A knock on his door drew his attention. He took a deep breath and straightened his collar. His hands were shaking and his anxiety was spiking.

"Coming," he called out, his voice a little higher than usual.

He opened the door and came face to face with Grindelwald. The Dark Lord was dressed in formal robes. His blonde hair was neatly combed, and his blue eyes bright. He looked every bit the powerful and confident wizard.

"Good evening, Newton," Grindelwald greeted.

"Hi," Newt murmured.

"You look nice," Grindelwald complimented, his gaze appraising.

"Oh, thanks," Newt said, flustered, "You too."

Internally he winced at how awkward he sounded. He didn't have much practice in social interactions. Especially when he was around those more powerful and influential than him.

"Ready to go?" Grindelwald asked, a smile on his face.

"Sure," Newt agreed, his shoulders hunching.

Grindelwald's gaze lingered on him for a moment, assessing. Then, his smile grew wider and he reached out a hand. He hesitated a second before placing his hand in the man's.

"Relax," Grindelwald soothed, his voice low and calm. "Everything will be fine. There is nothing to fear."

"Okay," Newt murmured.

His nerves began to ease a little, his muscles beginning to loosen. He took a deep breath, slowly breathing in and out until his anxiety eased.

"Better," Grindelwald praised. "Let's go."

Newt allowed the man to lead him, his nerves still present. But he was calmer than he had been a moment ago. Hopefully, it would be enough to keep him in control.

The room they arrived in was unfamiliar. Newt had not seen it before. There were two other men already seated at the table. Their gazes flicked towards them as they entered. Upon seeing Grindelwald, they stood and bowed deeply to him.

"Good evening, my lord," they greeted, "The others will be arriving soon."

"Very well," Grindelwald said, inclining his head. "I'll take a seat. You can continue with your preparations."

"Of course, my lord," the two men chorused.

Grindelwald pulled out a chair and motioned for Newt to sit to his right. Newt was hesitant, his eyes flicking towards the others. Were they not going to take the seat of power? It didn't make sense.

"They won't mind," Grindelwald assured, his voice barely audible.

Newt hesitated for another moment, before he slowly sat. He could feel the eyes of the two men on him and his face heated. Why did he have to make things so awkward?

"Relax," Grindelwald coached softly, his hand came up and squeezed his shoulder.

Newt tensed briefly at the contact, but forced himself to relax. Grindelwald's thumb began to rub small circles on his shoulder, his touch gentle. The sensation was calming and his muscles began to ease.

The doors opened and more members of the Inner Circle filed in. Newt stiffened as they all stopped and bowed towards Grindelwald. Then, without a word, they moved and took a seat at the table.

Vinda sat directly across from him and the sight of her sent a pang of fear through him. She met his gaze with a cold stare, her eyes narrowing. She disapproved of his presnece, and made no attempt to hide it.

Newt's gaze dropped to the table. His appetite had vanished and his nerves were rising again. He was aware of the stares and the whispers. He was an outsider, and a stranger to them. They had no idea what to make of him.

"I believe introductions are in order," Grindelwald announced.

"Yes, my lord," a dark-haired man spoke.

Newt raised his gaze to look at the man. He had dark brown hair and matching eyes. His gaze was intense, and his expression serious. He was quite intimidating.

"Newton, this is Nero," Grindelwald said motioning towards the man. "Nero is the second in command. If you need anything while I am not available, you can go to him. He will be happy to assist."

"Hello," Newt greeted quietly, giving the man a small nod.

"Hello, Newton," Nero greeted, his voice firm but polite.

"Next to him is Aeron," Grindelwald continued, gesturing to a black-haired man.

"Hello," Aeron said, his smile soft and friendly.

"Hi," Newt mumbled, averting his gaze.

"Across from Aeron is Cato," Grindelwald said and the third man stood.

"Nice to meet you," Cato said politely.

He had blond hair and blue eyes. There was a slight smirk on his lips as he took a bow. Newt gave him a short nod in response, his eyes going back to the table. He wasn't comfortable with this whole thing.

"Across from Vinda is Cassian," Grindelwald went on.

"Hello," Cassian greeted, a smile on his face.

Cassian was lean and tall. He had sandy brown hair and green eyes. His expression was friendly, and he held out a hand to Newt. Newt hesitated for a moment before he took it and gave it a quick shake.

"And you already know, Auron," Grindelwald finished.

"Yeah," Newt agreed softly, glancing at Auron who gave him a smile and a nod.

"Excellent," Grindelwald said. "Now that that is out of the way, let's begin the meal."

Newt was surprised when Grindelwald waved his wand and the food appeared. The plates were piled high with meats, fruits, and vegetables. There were multiple bottles of wine and other spirits.

"Dig in," Grindelwald encouraged and everyone began eating.

Newt's appetite had not returned. So, he focused on pushing the food around the plate. He could feel the others watching him. The sensation made him uncomfortable. He was very aware that they were judging him.

"Not hungry?" Grindelwald asked.

"Not really," Newt admitted.

"Eat anyway," Grindelwald instructed. "You need to keep your strength up.

Newt did not reply, instead focusing on the food. He was aware that Grindelwald was watching him and it was a little unnerving. It took a minute but he was able to force a couple bites down.

"So, Newton," Auron spoke drawing his attention. "What do you think of the castle?"

"It's quite big," Newt answered, glad to have a topic of conversation.

"Quite," Auron agreed, "There are many areas we haven't even explored. So much history and mystery to uncover."

"What is there to explore?" Vinda asked, her tone haughty. "We know the entire layout. There is nothing left to find."

"Don't be rude, Vinda," Grindelwald scolded. "Newton has a different perspective. He will see things differently."

"My apologies," Vinda murmured.

"Now, continue the conversation," Grindelwald ordered and Newt felt a flash of unease.

"So, uh," Newt began, unsure, "Auron mentioned the lower levels. Are they off limits?"

"Yes," Nero answered, "They are."

"Why?" Newt asked then tensed.

"I would prefer you didn't wander into them, Newton," interjected Grindelwald, "The lower levels are dangerous. If you venture down there, you could be hurt."

"Okay," he murmured, dropping his gaze.

"Good boy," Grindelwald whispered, and the praise sent a shiver through him.

The conversation resumed. Newt listened as the others talked, adding his input when necessary. No one asked about his past, his obscurial, or why Grindelwald was interested in him. The questions were mostly related to the creatures and the castle. It was a relief.

After a while, the dinner was over. Everyone had eaten and the conversations were wrapping up.

"If you don't mind, Newton, I would like to have a moment," Grindelwald said, his fingers gently touching Newt's elbow.

"O-okay," Newt stuttered, startled.

"If you will all excuse us," Grindelwald stated.

He led Newt out of the room, his fingers never leaving his elbow. The silence was heavy, and his nerves began to rise. Was he in trouble?

"Relax, Newton," Grindelwald said calmly.

"Did I do something wrong?" Newt asked nervously.

"Not at all," Grindelwald responded. "In fact, you did well. You managed to stay calm and answer their questions. The dinner went better than I anticipated."

"Oh," Newt replied. "I guess that's good."

"You're doing very well, Newton," Grindelwald said as he guided Newt towards his quarters.

"Thanks," Newt said hesitantly.

"How would you feel about a walk?" Grindelwald inquired, as they stopped outside Newt's room.

"Now?" Newt asked, confused.

"Yes," Grindelwald replied.

"Okay," Newt agreed, shrugging.

He was curious where this was going, and he wanted to see the grounds. Maybe he would be able to get a better idea of how far he could travel.

Grindelwald's smile was wide and pleased. He reached out and grasped Newt's elbow. Warmth spread at the contact point. Then, the world began to blur and spin.

They stopped and the spinning came to a halt. Newt had to close his eyes, his vision going white. The dizziness and nausea passed, and his stomach settled.

"Where are we?" Newt asked, as his vision returned.

In front of them was a forest of trees covered in ice and snow. The moon which has risen, illuminated the landscape. It was beautiful and enchanting.

"These are the frozen forests," Grindelwald said as he stepped away.

"The frozen forests," Newt repeated.

Newt couldn't find the words to describe how the sight made him feel. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. And, the idea that the forest was always covered in ice and snow was fascinating.

"This forest is one of my favorite places," Grindelwald shared. "There's something about the forest and its surroundings. It's so beautiful and majestic."

"It's breathtaking," Newt agreed.

"I'm glad you approve," Grindelwald said as they began walking.

They walked along a path that wound through the trees. Snow fell, the flakes catching the light of the moon.

"So, what are the frozen forests?" Newt asked curiously.

"The frozen forests are an enchanted area," Grindelwald explained. "There's no set time here. It is always covered in ice and snow no matter the season."

"So, how long have you been coming here?" Newt questioned.

"For as long as I can remember," Grindelwald answered.

"Wow," Newt murmured, impressed.

"I know," Grindelwald replied. "This place is a source of peace and solitude for me. When I come here, it's just me and nature. It's the one place I can just be myself."

"Is that why you brought me here?" Newt asked. "To be alone with you?"

"Yes," Grindelwald confirmed. "This place is special. I wanted to share it with you. And, I thought it would be good for you. The peace and tranquility would help you relax and regain control."

"Thank you," Newt said.

"You're welcome," Grindelwald replied.

They continued their walk in silence. The moonlight lit the path, and their footsteps crunched through the snow. Newt had never experienced anything like this and he found it enjoyable.

"I love coming here at night," Grindelwald spoke after a few moments, "Especially when the moon is out. The moonlight shines through the trees, the snow sparkling, and it's mesmerizing. It's truly a sight to behold."

Newt hummed in agreement. He understood the sentiment. The moonlight did seem to brighten the surroundings.

"I can imagine how wonderful it would be during the day," Newt commented. "All the snow, ice, and the sun reflecting off the surfaces. It must be gorgeous."

"It is," Grindelwald said wistfully, "Unfortunately, I'm usually too busy during the day. So, I've never seen the sunlight shine through the ice."

"Why?" Newt asked curiously.

"Well, you're not the only one who has issues," Grindelwald said carefully. "As the leader of a revolution, there's a lot of work and planning. Which takes up a lot of my time. And, unfortunately, it doesn't leave much room for pleasure or enjoyment."

Right. It was so easy to forget that Grindelwald was a Dark Lord when it was just them out here. And, the more he talked, the easier it became to see him as a normal man. He was not just the Dark Lord or a powerful wizard.

"Do you like being the leader?" Newt asked curiously.

"Most of the time," Grindelwald replied.

"And, the times when you don't?" Newt pressed.

That earned him a pained smile, and the look on Grindelwald's face was heartbreaking. Newt regretted asking.

"Sorry," Newt apologized, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I shouldn't have asked."

"It's fine, Newton," Grindelwald said gently, "I was just lost in a memory."

"I don't know a lot about being a Dark Lord," Newt admitted, "But I'm sure it can't be easy."

"No," Grindelwald agreed, his voice soft. "It's not."

The silence hung in the air. Newt could tell the conversation was over. He was not sure how to continue. And, he didn't want to upset the man anymore.

"Well," Grindelwald began, his voice still soft, "It's late and I should get you back."

"Okay," Newt said.

Newt allowed Grindelwald to lead him, the silence lingering.

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Newt had been at the castle for a month and things had gone relatively smoothly. He was beginning to adjust to his new surroundings. He had even started to make friends with the others.

He had begun spending a lot of time with Auron. They got along well and shared similar interests. Auron was kind and supportive. His presence was calming and it helped to keep his anxiety under control.

He was also getting to know Cato. They had hit it off right away. Cato was cheerful and energetic. He always had a smile on his face. And, he was eager to show Newt the wonders of the castle.

Newt enjoyed spending time with them. He didn't feel pressured or overwhelmed. Instead, he felt relaxed and calm. It eased his obscurial and he didn't feel the need to lash out.

Auron was the only one who knew about his obscurial. They were able to discuss his condition openly. And, he could ask questions without fear. It was a relief to not have to hide.

Grindelwald seemed to be happy that Newt was adjusting well. He would try to spend one meal a day with Newt. They would talk about Newt's book and creatures. Newt was grateful the man wasn't asking about his past. It was a topic he would prefer not to discuss.

Today, however, he had been left alone. He had not seen or heard from anyone. It was strange and he wasn't sure what to do. Usually, Auron or Cato would join him for lunch or dinner. But today, no one came.

Newt wandered around the castle. His mind was troubled, and he was feeling restless. The silence was overwhelming. He was not used to having so much space to himself.

He finally wandered into the library and sat at his usual table. His books were scattered on the table, his research in progress. Newt hesitantly picked up one of the books.

"I was wondering where you were."

Newt looked up and saw Grindelwald standing at the entrance. The man looked tired, his posture tense. There were dark circles under his eyes and his expression was weary.

A sense of worry filled him. What had happened? Was everything alright? Had he done something wrong?

"Sorry, if I've done something," Newt began nervously, but Grindelwald waved a hand.

"No, no, you're fine," Grindelwald assured, as he moved towards the chair.

"Then, why are you here?" Newt questioned.

"I've had a rather long and stressful day," Grindelwald replied. "And, I thought I would come find you."

"What happened?" Newt asked.

"Just dealing with some people who aren't exactly pleased with the changes I'm making," Grindelwald answered. "I've had to deal with them all day."

"That doesn't sound like fun," Newt commented.

"No, it wasn't," Grindelwald agreed, his shoulders drooping.

Newt felt an urge to reach out that he couldn't explain. He didn't understand it, but he didn't want to see Grindelwald looking so worn. It made him want to offer some sort of comfort.

"Is there anything I can do?" Newt asked, feeling slightly awkward.

"I appreciate the offer, Newton, but I'll be alright," Grindelwald responded.

Grindelwald didn't look at him. His gaze was on the books on the table. Newt watched him, concern filling him.

"I should leave you to your studies," Grindelwald declared, rising to his feet.

"You don't have to go," Newt blurted out.

He didn't know what possessed him, but the words left his mouth before he could stop them. Grindelwald stopped and turned his gaze to Newt. There was a flicker of surprise on his face, followed by a raised eyebrow.

"Really?" Grindelwald asked. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Newt responded, "If you're not too busy."

"I'm not busy," Grindelwald informed.

He sank back into the chair, a smile tugging at his lips. There was a pleased expression on his face and Newt was struck with a sudden rush of affection. He had made Grindelwald happy.

"Excellent," Grindelwald exclaimed, a note of cheer in his voice. "So, what are you working on?"

"My book," Newt answered, his heart skipping a beat.

"May I see it?" Grindelwald inquired, and Newt didn't hesitate this time.

He picked up his notebook and handed it over. Grindelwald took the notebook his fingers brushing against Newt's lightly. He was nervous and it was hard for him to show his work to people. But, he was slowly learning to trust.

Grindelwald turned the pages, his gaze intent on the book. Newt watched him, his heart beating rapidly. It was an intense experience, watching someone read his book. His anxiety grew, the nerves rising.

"This is improving significantly," softly praised the man, as he continued turning the pages. "You've been working hard."

"Thank you," Newt replied, his face heating.

"Keep working on it," Grindelwald encouraged, his tone genuine. "If I can help with anything let me know. I'll try to find time to help you when I can."

"Thank you," Newt repeated.

"It's nothing," Grindelwald responded, handing the book back. "Now, would you mind if I stay for a little longer?"

"You're welcome to stay," Newt agreed, taking his book back.

Grindelwald didn't speak after that. He leaned back and closed his eyes. His breathing slowed and his muscles relaxed. It seemed as if the man was drifting off to sleep.

Newt's gaze returned to his book. He continued his work, writing down his notes and ideas. His handwriting was messy, the letters sloppy. But, he didn't care. It was functional and he could read it.

Newt looked up from his work after a while. He paused, his eyes widening. Grindelwald had fallen asleep. He was leaning back in the chair, his head tilted back.

It was a surprise the man would be relaxed enough around Newt to fall asleep. And, the fact that Grindelwald was trusting enough to let his guard down. Newt was honored the man would allow himself to be vulnerable.

The silence stretched and Newt resumed his work. Theseus as much as he loved his brother, did not share his interest in magical creatures. So, they had few topics of conversation. Newt found it was easy to talk with the Dark Lord. And, Grindelwald had an interest in his research.

The obscurial in Newt was a separate issue. Theseus didn't know about his condition and there was no way Newt would tell him.

Theseus was not the type of person who could accept or understand Newt's condition. His brother would try to heal him or remove his condition. He would treat him differently, and their relationship would suffer.

Newt didn't want that. It was why he stayed away for so long. He didn't want to lose his brother. So, he chose to keep his condition a secret. And, if Theseus knew the truth, the relationship would be ruined.

It was easier and safer to hide his condition. If no one knew, no one would treat him differently. No one would see him as broken or defective. Newt knew he was broken, but he didn't want people to see it. He didn't want pity.

"Are you okay?"

Newt's head shot up. His thoughts were interrupted and he was snapped back into the present. He met the concerned gaze of the Dark Lord, the blue eyes filled with worry.

"Newton?" Grindelwald called.

"I'm okay," Newt managed to say.

Did he wake Grindelwald? He didn't mean to, and it made him feel guilty. He didn't want to disturb the man.

"No, you're not," Grindelwald replied his expression troubled as he sat forward. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Newt denied, averting his gaze.

He should have let Grindelwald leave earlier. Then maybe the man could have rested without interruption. He didn't deserve his kindness and understanding. He was too broken and damaged to be worthy of the attention.

"Newton, don't lie," scolded the man, his tone gentle. "What is it?"

"I'm fine," Newt said again, his shoulders hunching up close to his ears.

His burdens were his own. Grindelwald had enough on his plate without Newt's issues. He didn't want to be a bother.

"Newton," Grindelwald sighed. "I know you're lying. Even without Legiilimens, I can tell."

How can you tell?" Newt asked, curious and frustrated.

"You have a tell," Grindelwald stated. "Your ears get red and you won't meet my eyes."

Embarrassment flooded him. The avoidance of eye contact was normal for him. But, the red ears, that was a new piece of information.

"Oh," he murmured, his ears heating even more.

"Yes, oh," Grindelwald replied, amused.

Slowly giving Newt plenty of time to move away if he wanted to, Grindelwald's hand moved and landed on his shoulder. Newt froze, his heart stuttering. The contact was a little surprising, and it was sending shivers down his spine.

"So, what's the problem?" Grindelwald pressed, his voice still gentle.

"Just thinking about Theseus," Newt answered reluctantly, "About my childhood."

"I see," Grindelwald said in a carefully neutral voice.

Fear coursed through him. Did he make Grindelwald angry? Had he overstepped his boundaries?

"You don't have to worry, Newton," Grindelwald soothed, squeezing Newt's shoulder.

"Why?" Newt asked, his voice shaking.

"Because I will keep you safe," Grindelwald explained, "As long as you stay with me, I will keep you safe."

Newt swallowed the lump in his throat, his body relaxing. His eyes watered and his vision blurred. The words were so reassuring. It was like a balm, easing his pain and soothing his fears.

"Thank you," he choked out, his throat tight.

"It's the least I can do," Grindelwald assured.

They sat there, the silence returning. Newt leaned into the touch, allowing himself to soak up the comfort and warmth. His anxieties faded, the worries disappearing.

"Come," Grindelwald suddenly urged, breaking the silence. "Let's get you some food."

Newt opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced by the look on Grindelwald's face. A stern and disapproving frown. It was obvious he wouldn't be winning the argument.

"Fine," he grumbled, rising to his feet.

Grindelwald gave him a soft smile and took his arm. Then, they were off.

...

Gellert watched as Newt interacted with his creatures. It was clear the young man had a way with magical creatures. He could calm them down, soothe their fears, and even make them smile.

It was quite remarkable. The creatures didn't have the same fear that others had. They didn't seem to care about the fact that Newt was an obscurial. It was like he was their family.

"So, what did you bring me?" Newt asked, drawing Gellert's attention.

Gellert summoned the basket and held it out. The creatures all came forward and sniffed at the contents. They seemed interested, and curious.

"Alright, let's see," Newt murmured, opening the basket.

He began pulling out the food and placing it on the ground. Gellert watched as the creatures dug in, eating happily. They seemed to be enjoying the meal, and Gellert felt a rush of pleasure.

Gellert sat close enough to have a conversation with Newt but not close enough to interfere. The creatures were important and they needed space to enjoy their meal. He didn't want to cause them any distress.

"They seem to like the food," Newt observed, smiling.

"They do," Gellert agreed, his own smile tugging at his lips.

"Thank you," Newt expressed. "I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome," Gellert replied, his voice sincere.

The sight of Newt interacting with the creatures was endearing. There was something special about the way the animals accepted and trusted Newt. It was inspiring.

"So, how did you meet all these creatures?" Gellert asked.

"I rescued them from poachers," Newt explained. "They were being abused and mistreated."

"Poachers?" Gellert asked, his expression darkening.

"Yes," Newt confirmed, "They kill magical creatures and sell their parts on the black market."

Gellert watched his magizologist as he talked. His voice was full of passion and conviction. He clearly cared deeply for the creatures. It was clear his love for animals was unwavering.

It was endearing to watch. The way he would light up, his eyes shining. And, his face would flush, a pink color rising to his cheeks.

"What do you do when you find the poachers?" Gellert inquired, genuinely curious.

"I rescue the animals and take them to a safe place," Newt said. "Sometimes I can get the poachers arrested. But, most of the time, I just rescue the animals."

"You have a good heart, Newton," Gellert complimented.

"Thank you," Newt murmured blushing.

He watched as the young man finished feeding the creatures and began cleaning up. He had a methodical approach and the area was tidy in no time.

"So, is that everything you do?" Gellert questioned.

"Yeah," Newt replied.

"How do you pay for your travels?" Gellert asked, intrigued.

Gellert watched as the younger man froze. He tensed, his posture becoming stiff and uncomfortable. There was a shift in his energy and his obscurial stirred.

A frown marred Gellert's face. It was apparent that the question was making Newt uneasy. And, his obscurial was becoming restless.

"Newton," Gellert spoke his voice low and calm, "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Newt jumped at the sound, and Gellert saw him start to shake. He moved towards the younger man slowly, his hands held up in a nonthreatening manner.

"Please, breathe," Gellert instructed softly. "It's alright. You're safe."

He kept talking, his tone soothing and gentle. He knew how the young man would respond if the anxiety became too much. Newt took a shuddering breath and released it slowly. His muscles loosened, and his trembling eased.

"I'm sorry," Newt apologized, his voice cracking.

"Don't apologize," Gellert scolded gently, "It's not your fault."

"Okay," Newt whispered, his eyes lowering.

"Is there anything I can do?" Gellert offered, his hand hovering above Newt's shoulder.

He could see the indecision in Newt's expression. His desire for comfort and fear of vulnerability was at war.

"It's okay, Newton," Gellert soothed, "You can say no. I will never be angry at you for saying no."

"I..." Newt hesitated.

"What do you need, Newton?" Gellert pressed.

"Hold me?" Newt requested, his voice small.

"Of course," Gellert replied.

Gellert carefully placed his arms around the younger man. Newt shuddered, a breathy sigh escaping him as he relaxed. Gellert felt a spark of triumph, and satisfaction.

"Thank you," Newt sighed, sinking into the embrace.

"You're welcome," Gellert said.

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...

Something changed after that day. Grindelwald's visits increased. The man was visiting him more often and their conversations were growing longer.

There were no questions about his past, the obscurial, or the poachers. Instead, the topics revolved around his interests, research, and his book. It was nice, and Newt was actually starting to look forward to the visits.

Grindelwald had been kind and helpful. He would offer suggestions, encouragement, and help. His ideas were valuable, and the feedback was helpful.

These days, Newt's mood had improved. He wasn't as lonely and the sense of isolation was lessening. He didn't feel like a burden and the constant worrying was fading.

It wasn't just his mood that improved. His creatures were happy and healthy. They were no longer struggling and their recovery was going well.

Grindelwald had brought the supplies. He had the knowledge and the money. Newt had no idea where he got the resources, but he was grateful. The creatures needed the supplies and the quality was excellent.

Newt was beginning to think that this arrangement was better. The castle was spacious, and his needs were taken care of. No one treated him differently and the freedom was amazing.

It was nice to be able to work in his notebook and explore the castle. His time wasn't wasted trying to figure out how to get the necessary supplies or paying the bills. Everything was provided, and it made his life easier.

Not to mention his obscurial was calmer. He was in control and the power had stopped building. He didn't have to worry about the power surging out and destroying things.

"Good morning," Grindelwald greeted.

Newt's head jerked up. He blinked and focused. Grindelwald stood in the doorway, a smile on his face.

"Morning," Newt replied, putting his notebook away.

"I have a surprise," Grindelwald announced, a pleased grin appearing.

"Surprise?" Newt echoed, curiosity filling him.

It was often that Grindelwald surprised him with gifts or treats. The presents were usually something that was useful, or would help his book. But, he enjoyed the thoughtful gestures and it showed Grindelwald paid attention.

"Yes," Grindelwald declared.

"What is it?" Newt questioned, excited.

"It's a new creature," Grindelwald informed, "We found her in a raid. She's badly injured and malnourished."

"You rescued a creature?" Newt repeated, a sense of pride and happiness filling him.

"Yes, we did," Grindelwald confirmed.

"Can I see her?" Newt begged.

"Of course," Grindelwald chuckled, "Come, I'll take you to her. Maybe you can coax her into eating."

Newt quickly followed. His heart was racing, and his skin was buzzing. This was exciting and it was exactly what he wanted.

"Where is she?" Newt asked as they reached the courtyard.

"In here," Grindelwald replied and entered a large building.

The room was big and there were several crates, cages, and containers. Some had labels and signs, and others were bare. Some of Grindelwald's men were trying to coax creatures out of containers. They were temporary holding areas.

"This is where we house the rescued creatures until we can find set up a habitat. I have men who work solely on this. I'm sure your help would be much appreciated."

"Really? You'd let me do that?" Newt gasped.

"Of course," Grindelwald replied fondly.

"Thank you," Newt managed through his rapidly swelling emotion.

"Come, I'll show you where our newest resident is," Grindelwald offered and walked ahead, weaving between the enclosures and habitats.

Grindelwald stopped in front of a simple, large wooden crate.

"She's in here," Grindelwald told him before lifting the top of the cage and placing it aside.

Inside, was a rather bedraggled, sick looking nundu. She was curled in the corner and whimpering, a distressed sound. Newt could see a nasty cut on her right foreleg.

"Hello, dear," he called and knelt by the cage, not too close.

Her eyes snapped open, and her body stilled. Her ears swivelled in his direction and a growl rose.

"I'm not a threat," Newt murmured soothingly.

The growling didn't stop and her posture grew tense. Her lips pulled back, revealing teeth and gums. She looked ready to strike.

"No one will hurt you, my darling. You're safe," Newt continued to try and reassure.

The feeling of Grindelwald's eyes on his back was oddly reassuring. He took a deep breath and reached out his left hand.

"Come, let me take a look," Newt murmured, "I won't hurt you. I want to help."

"Come, come, little one," he called softly, and the growl stuttered, the growling fading.

Slowly, her muzzle pushed through the gap in the bars. His palm came to rest against her nose, and her breath washed over him.

"There, there," he cooed and her tongue lolled out and ran along his arm.

"Oh, what a good girl," Newt praised, a wide grin spreading.

He moved closer and she seemed to relax, her muscles relaxing and the growling stopping. Newt was ecstatic and his smile grew.

"Look, Mr. Grindelwald, she's doing so well," he exclaimed happily.

"Very well done, Newton," the older man praised and ruffled his hair, "Very well done."

...

Newt had spent the next few days caring for the nundu. The beast had been scared and skittish. But, she had warmed up to him. She was eating, healing, and starting to play.

His creatures were responding positively to her. She was calm and gentle with them. And, his own obscurial was pleased. Newt named her, Nancy.

Nancy had become a staple part of the castle. She roamed freely, greeting and playing with the other creatures. They all seemed to adore her.

It had become a habit for him to wander around the courtyard, feeding his creatures and observing the ones living there. He loved watching the interactions and seeing the various animals interact.

It was peaceful and soothing. The chaos and noise of the city were nowhere to be found. Newt was glad, he couldn't deal with the loud and busy cities.

Auron had taken to following him around. The man had an interest in magical creatures. It had started a friendship, and they had bonded over their love of animals.

"Newt!" a familiar voice called.

"Hello, Auron," Newt replied, turning his gaze away from the bowtruckles.

"I have some news," Auron announced.

"Oh?" Newt questioned.

"It's a good thing," Auron assured, "Gellert is hosting a Ball."

"A Ball?" Newt repeated, a flicker of fear rushing through him.

"Yes, a Ball," Auron confirmed, his tone excited.

"Will there be a lot of people?" Newt questioned, his voice quivering slightly.

"I believe so," Auron responded.

He didn't want to attend. Balls meant people. A lot of people, which was the opposite of what Newt wanted. He hated social events and avoided them at all costs.

"Are you not pleased?" Auron asked, concerned.

"I don't like Balls," Newt mumbled, ducking his head.

"Oh, why?" Auron wondered.

His head titled to the side in curiosity. It was an honest question and not one made from malice. Auron would not judge him, or treat him differently.

"Too many people," Newt answered.

Understanding flashed across the man's face. It was an experience the both of them could relate. Newt knew the other had difficulties as well.

"That is an understandable reason," Auron said.

"I can't deal with large crowds," Newt explained.

"I understand," Auron replied, "We could talk to Gellert, if you want?"

"Yeah," Newt breathed.

They found Grindelwald in the library, a cup of tea in hand. The man was reading and his features were relaxed.

"Gellert, may I speak with you?" Newt inquired, his voice cracking slightly.

"Yes, of course," Grindelwald agreed, a note of worry entering his voice.

"It's about the Ball," Auron stated.

"Have you two had a chance to discuss it?" Grindelwald wondered.

"We have," Auron confirmed.

"What would you like, Newton?" Grindelwald addressed.

"I don't want to go," Newt said, his tone pleading, "There'll be too many people here."

"Ah, I see," Grindelwald murmured and placed the teacup on the table.

"So, you don't have to," Auron comforted.

"Unfortunately, I need you to come," Grindelwald spoke, and both of their heads snapped in his direction.

"Why?" Auron demanded.

"I would rather not put either of you at risk," Grindelwald answered, "However, this Ball will be packed with high profile, pureblooded, elite, and a number of Dark Wizards and their followers."

"Which means..." Auron trailed off.

"Newt's magical presence would be recognizable regardless of whether or not he is actually in attendance. They will seek him out to use the obscurial."

"But, won't he be in danger?" Auron asked, worried.

"Which is why, I want Newt at the ball," Grindelwald informed, "To avoid any mishaps. To show that Newt stands with us. Plus, if there are any threats, Newt will have me to protect him."

"Alright," Newt whispered, his throat tight.

"Are you sure, Newt?" Auron asked, concerned, "Don't force yourself."

"It's fine," Newt forced himself to say, "I trust, Mr. Grindelwald."

Grindelwald set down his tea and rose. Then, his fingers were on Newt's chin, tilting his face upwards. Newt blinked up, meeting the serious mismatched gaze.

"I promise you will be safe, Newton," Grindelwald vowed.

"Okay," Newt choked out.

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...

Newt fidgeted, uncomfortable. He didn't enjoy being surrounded by so many people. And, his obscurial was stirring, the anxiety growing.

The suit felt strange, and he wasn't used to wearing something like this. He had never attended an event this formal. He had always preferred his casual, comfortable, loose clothing. So, wearing this outfit was difficult and awkward. He felt like his brother.

"Ready, my dear?" a familiar voice asked.

"No," Newt blurted, and then turned, his face heating.

"It's okay, Newton," the other reassured.

Newt's mouth dropped, his mind shutting down. Grindelwald was standing before him. The man looked amazing in his dark purple, almost black, dress robes. They hugged his body and accentuated his form.

"Mr. Grindelwald," Newt finally managed.

"How do I look, my dear?" the other teased.

"Uh," was the intelligent response, his face flaming.

Grindelwald just smirked and offered an arm.

"May I escort you?" Grindelwald requested, his voice a seductive purr.

Newt hesitated, and a sense of unease filled him. His obscurial was reacting, his powers swirling. But, Newt could feel a surge of affection and protectiveness. It was different from his own emotions.

"I'll keep you safe, my dear," Grindelwald soothed, and his fingers brushed lightly against Newt's cheek.

The words and the gesture were reassuring. There was no doubt or hesitance. His fears eased, and his nerves settled.

"Okay," Newt agreed.

"Thank you, Newton," Grindelwald acknowledged and tucked his hand in the crook of his elbow.

Newt stepped closer to him and tried not to fidget. The closeness was new and unexpected. Their shoulders brushed, and Newt's face was on fire.

"Come, let's get this over with," Grindelwald murmured and led him outside.

The air was cold, and the breeze chilled him. He shivered and the man next to him drew him closer. His obscurus surged forward and a rush of protectiveness flowed.

"Are you alright?" Grindelwald checked, a concerned frown forming.

"Just cold," Newt assured, and his heart raced.

"Here," Grindelwald responded, his magic brushing against Newt's skin.

A silent warming charm covered him, and the warmth enveloped him. The chill disappeared and the cold air was bearable.

"Better?" the other asked.

Newt nodded and smiled. His obscurus was curling happily, the energy warm and comforting. It was an interesting reaction and not one he was expecting.

The journey to the Hall was short. The castle was massive and the distance was covered easily. However, the number of people shocked him. There was a flood of unfamiliar faces.

A voice shouted clearly, "Announcing Gellert Grindelwald and Newt Scamander."

A hush fell over the room and hundreds of eyes were focused on him. Fear flooded him, his obscurus reared, and the pressure increased. He could feel his power stirring and his control wavered.

"Breathe, Newton," the other reminded him.

Newt took a deep breath and his control returned. Grindelwald was watching him closely, a faint crease between his eyebrows. The concern was genuine and the support was real.

"Shall we continue?" Grindelwald prompted.

Newt swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. His anxiety was increasing, his heartbeat erratic, and his obscurial was growing more restless.

Grindelwald pulled him onto the dance floor and a soft melody started. People were beginning to stare and whisper. It made his heart skip a beat.

"Focus on me, Newton," Grindelwald instructed softly, "Just on me. There is no danger to you here."

The music grew louder and their bodies moved. His feet stumbled, his movements uncoordinated. The other's arms wrapped around him and the dancing began.

"One, two, three," the other counted softly, his voice gentle.

Newt let himself be led, the steps easy to follow. Grindelwald guided him effortlessly and their bodies moved as one. His breathing was steady and the panic was fading.

"You're doing great," the other encouraged, a fond smile appearing.

The compliment made his heart stutter, and a pleasant feeling spread through him. It was nice to hear the praise, and it helped ease the anxiety.

"Now, relax, my dear," the other soothed, "This is a joyous occasion."

"Okay," Newt mumbled, his cheeks burning.

The warmth in his chest was spreading. His obscurus was glowing brightly, the happiness shining. It was a unique feeling, and he hadn't experienced something similar.

The dancing was fun, and he enjoyed it. They twirled, and spun, and Newt laughed. The sound bubbled up, the stress melting away.

"Feeling better?" the other chuckled, amused.

"Yeah," Newt admitted, "Thank you, Gellert."

"You're welcome," Grindelwald responded, and the warmth doubled.

...

The dance had ended and Newt was enjoying the refreshments. The food was delicious, and the drinks were satisfying. His obscurial was satisfied, and the anxiety was gone.

"Are you alright?" a familiar voice questioned.

Newt jerked, surprised. Auron stood next to him, a plate of food in hand. The older man seemed amused, and the corners of his lips twitched.

"Hey," Newt greeted, "How are you?"

"Fine, how about you?" the other inquired.

"I'm good," Newt admitted, "My obscurial has settled and I'm calm."

"That's wonderful, Newt," the other expressed, and his smile widened.

"How did you meet, Auron?" a new voice entered the conversation.

Newt whirled, the cup in his hands almost falling. Auron steadied him and shot a disapproving glare at the newcomer.

"Don't scare him," Auron scolded, his tone disapproving.

"Sorry," she apologized not sounding apologetic at all.

"How did you meet?" she repeated, and Newt blinked.

She was a pretty woman, with dark skin, and her hair was black and curly. Her eyes were brown and full of life. She looked familiar and the feeling of recognition struck him.

"He helped a creature, which I was studying," Auron explained lying through his teeth, "And, the rest is history."

"Nice, so are you a Magizoologist, too?" the girl questioned, intrigued.

"Yes," Newt managed to squeak, and his obscurial surged, his power stirring.

"What is your name?" Auron wondered, changing the subject.

"Oh, I'm sorry, how rude," she scolded herself, and Newt winced, "My name, Terra Greengrass. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Auron responded, smiling, "I'm Auron."

"Well, hello," she chirped.

"And, I'm Newt," Newt introduced himself, finally speaking up.

"Oh, yes, the infamous obscurial," Terra replied, "Our Lord has placed a lot of faith in you."

"He has," Newt muttered, uncomfortable.

"How did you gain his trust?" Terra inquired, "And, what are you to him?"

"Excuse me?" Newt questioned, stunned.

"Is Gellert your lover? Or, maybe a secret husband?" she suggested.

"What?!" Newt squawked, his face heating.

"So, it's true?" she concluded.

"No," Newt denied, and his obscurus stirred.

"Are you sure?" Terra pressed, her expression smug.

"Leave him alone," snarled Auron, "He doesn't owe you any explanations."

"I would think that as powerful as our master believes you to be," sneered Terra, "That you'd be able to speak for yourself. Maybe you're just a kept pet."

"Enough!" Grindelwald commanded, and they froze.

Newt flinched and ducked his head. Grindelwald's displeasure was tangible and his aura was angry. Newt made a sound in the back of his throat and stepped away. Smoke began to rise and his body trembled.

"What is the meaning of this, Greengrass?" Grindelwald demanded.

"Master," Terra simpered.

"Why are you antagonizing, Newt?" the other pressed, his anger clear, "I thought made it clear he is to be left alone."

"Apologies, my lord," she said, her voice trembling.

"If I catch you harassing, Newton," warned Grindelwald, "Then, the punishment will be severe. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes," the young woman stuttered, and her body was shaking.

"Get out," Grindelwald spat.

Terra bolted, her dress trailing behind her. Auron glared, and Grindelwald frowned. The silence was awkward and Newt shuffled.

"You shouldn't let her walk away like that," Auron grumbled.

"It was the most diplomatic solution," Grindelwald reasoned.

"Maybe, but the way she spoke to him was unacceptable," Auron protested.

"It was," the other acknowledged.

Newt was shaking. This time it wasn't from the cold. No, he was trembling because his powers were trying to surge. His obscurus was responding, the power rising.

Gellert's head snapped around to him. Newt gasped, his heart pounding. A rush of terror washed through him. Had he disappointed Grindelwald? Would he send him away?

"Easy, Newton," Gellert murmured, and the hand was on his cheek.

He flinched without meaning to. Gellert didn't move his hand and Newt felt the brush of magic. Then, his fear receded, and his tension melted away.

"Relax," Gellert urged, "It's okay. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. And, I'm not upset."

"O-okay," Newt choked, his eyes burning.

"Shhh," Gellert soothed.

He pulled Newt close to him not caring of the stares they were getting. The smoke of his obscurus faded. The fear was easing and his emotions were stabilizing.

"Good, good," the other cooed.

"Thanks, Gellert," Newt breathed.

"Of course, anything for you," Gellert promised.

"I think you scared her," Auron noted.

"Good," was the blunt response, and Newt chuckled.

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...

Newt took the first opportunity to escape the Ball that he found. The whole ordeal was draining and exhausting. His obscurial was still stirring and the agitation was lingering.

The castle was quiet, and the courtyard was empty. It was nice, the sounds were peaceful. The noise and chaos had faded, leaving him with only the night sounds.

His creatures had noticed his mood. Nancy had nudged his side, and his bowtruckles had clambered on him. All of his animals had tried to offer their comfort.

"I'm fine," Newt assured, running his fingers along the nundu's snout.

It was such an odd thing. Creatures who had been abused by humans could still offer their comfort to another. And, these beasts could see the signs of his distress and knew to provide their own aid.

"I'm alright," Newt soothed, and the creatures relaxed, returning to their activities.

His obscurus was restless, and the energy was buzzing. He was pacing, his hands shaking. He wanted the night to be over. Nancy chose that moment to push him down, forcing him to sit.

"Okay, okay," Newt acquiesced, and the nundu purred, curling around him.

"Newt?" a voice called, and the younger man startled.

"Oh, hi, Auron," Newt greeted.

Auron poked his head inside, his expression confused. The other man was clearly looking for him, and the confusion was expected.

"Are you alright, Newt?" Auron questioned, concern coloring his voice.

"I'm fine," Newt sighed and leaned against the large creature, "Nancy just wouldn't leave me alone."

His obscurus calmed with the purring Nundu next on his chest. It was a soothing sound, and her rumbling vibrations were comforting.

"What are you doing here?" Auron queried.

"Just trying to get away," Newt answered honestly.

"Why?" Auron questioned.

"I don't know," Newt whispered, "The party is loud, and the people are staring. It was all too much and I didn't want to lose control further."

Auron made a soft sound as he entered he slowly moved through the creatures. He was careful and avoided startling them. The bowtruckles chirped happily when they recognized him.

Nancy looked up and gave a warning growl. The nundu's fur puffed, her body tense. However, she didn't attack, and her hostility was muted.

"Hello, Nany," Auron said and reached a hand out, his palm exposed.

The growling faded, and her tail curled around Newt. Nancy huffed and returned her attention to her companion. She rubbed her neck gently against Newt's neck.

"I won't harm him," Auron promised and offered her a piece of dried meat.

Nancy sniffed and then gobbled the treat. Auron sat, a fond smile appearing. Newt was relaxed and the stress was gone.

"Would you like me to escort you back?" Auron inquired.

Newt shook his head and replied, "No, thanks."

"Alright," the other agreed, "Call if you need anything."

"Okay," Newt murmured and his eyes fluttered closed.

...

There was a hand on his shoulder, shaking him. Newt opened his eyes, bleary and disoriented. There was a weight on him, warm and heavy.

"Newton," the familiar voice called, "Time to wake up."

"Wha-?" Newt mumbled.

"It's morning," Grindelwald revealed.

Newt shifted, blinking. Nancy's tail tightened and she made a small noise of complaint. The nundu had cuddled him, her body wrapping protectively around him.

Gellert was kneeling beside him, his expression soft and kind. There was a sense of affection and fondness. And, his obscurus stirred, the power bubbling.

"Hey," Newt yawned.

"Hello, my dear," Grindelwald hummed, "Did you sleep well?"

"Mm," was the incoherent reply.

Gellert gently extracted him from under the nundu. She growled and swiped at him. However, the other merely caught the paw, and stroked her. Nancy settled, purring.

"Come, dear," Gellert encouraged, his voice gentle.

"I'm tired," Newt whined.

"Then you can sleep in a bed," Gellert offered.

Newt stumbled, and a rush of dizziness filled him. His vision blurred, and his balance wavered. Hands were on his waist, and he was pulled flush against the older man.

"Careful," the other scolded lightly.

"Sorry," Newt muttered, embarrassed.

Gellert was warm, and his arms were strong. His body was hard, and solid, and the closeness was nice.

"Come, Newton," Gellert murmured, leading him.

They entered the castle, the building quiet. He followed, stumbling, and struggling to stay awake. Grindelwald continued to lead him, never letting him fall. The man seemed to be amused by it all.

"We're almost there, Newton," Grindelwald said and stopped in front of a door.

Grindelwald's room was huge. It was a large chamber with a four-poster bed and an ensuite bathroom. There were bookcases and cabinets. There was also a large fireplace, and the windows were large and tall.

Gellert gently led him to the bed. Newt laid down and the sheets were silky and soft. A spell was muttered, and his shoes were removed. The lights dimmed and the darkness enveloped him.

"Sleep, Newton," the other coaxed.

Newt grabbed onto something as he fell into slumber.

...

Gellert smiled softly, and brushed a lock of hair away. Newt was sleeping peacefully and he hadn't let go of his dress robes. Normally he would have removed himself from the grip. But, the younger man looked so peaceful.

"Sleep well, my dear," he whispered.

Newt hummed, a content sound. He turned and buried his face into Gellert's chest. Gellert's lips twitched upwards and his arm wrapped around the smaller form.

His life was changing, and Newt had come in and shattered his plans. The wizard had changed everything and he wasn't complaining. Newt was sweet, innocent, and trusting.

But, his magic was powerful, and the potential was staggering. The obscurus was incredibly rare, and it was fascinating. Even now Gellert could feel the power just under his skin.

It was intoxicating, the raw, destructive force. He had never experienced something like this, and it was exhilarating. The fact that the younger man trusted him was incredible.

His hand carded through the messy, locks. They were soft and curly, and they clung to his fingers. Newt let out a soft sound and tried to cling to him further.

"Settle, darling," Gellert crooned, and Newt relaxed, the grip loosening.

Gellert didn't sleep for very long since becoming a Dark Lord. Sleep was often difficult and he usually went without it. His mind was restless and the nightmares were numerous. Even without the nightmares he was often too busy to sleep more than a few hours at a time.

"Don't worry," he soothed and kissed the crown of his head, "I'm here. I'll always be here."

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Warm, was his thought as he woke up slowly. Something was draped across his waist. His head was laying on something firm. There was a faint beating in his ears and the warmth was nice.

"Awake, are we?" a low, rough voice teased.

Newt shot upright, his mind coming alive. His head collided with someone else and both parties hissed in pain. He looked over, and met the mismatched gaze of Gellert.

"Sorry," Newt mumbled, and ducked his head, his face flaming.

"It's okay," the other chuckled, his expression light.

Newt squirmed, his nerves alight and his stomach flipping. He hadn't woken up in someone else's bed since he was a small child. He felt a little out of his element and uncomfortable.

"Feeling better?" the other asked, a fond look gracing his features.

"Uh," was the intelligent reply, and Newt's face flushed.

"That's a relief," Grindelwald hummed, and Newt blinked, "You feel asleep originally cuddling Nancy. But, when I joined you last night, you refused to let me go."

"Ah," Newt squeaked, his blush intensifying.

"And, it was adorable," Grindelwald purred.

"Um, uh," was his response, and his mouth snapped shut.

"How cute," the other murmured.

Gellert pressed his forehead against Newt's and Newt let out a squeak. Then, his breath was stolen and a bolt of electricity raced through him. Newt gasped and his vision flickered.

"So responsive," the older man cooed.

"Stop," Newt choked.

"Of course, I apologize, my dear," the other conceded and released him.

Newt immediately missed the warmth and a rush of longing filled him. Gellert rose from the bed, and his hair was mused. It was endearing and his obscurial glowed happily.

"Now, come, breakfast awaits," Gellert announced and Newt jumped, startled.

...

Newt was a mess. He chose to hide in the creature habitats again. His bowtruckles had been the ones to seek him out. Pickett had noticed the change and the rest had quickly followed suit.

His obscurial had stirred, the emotions swirling. His anxiety had surged, his breathing ragged. Smoke was rising, his control slipping.

Pickett had climbed on his head, his chirps distressed. The other creatures were aware and his occamy had pushed him down. They were all offering their comfort. Though it was hard to breafh with his occamy trying to hold him down.

"Thank you," Newt breathed, and his heart settled.

His obscurus calmed, and the smoke vanished. He was surrounded by the creatures and their warmth was soothing. The tension in his muscles faded, and his body relaxed.

"I'm okay," he whispered, his tone shaky.

He didn't know how he felt about having slept on Dark Lord. Or, that said lord was apparently attracted to him. And, his feelings for Gellert were confusing and conflicting.

"I'm such a mess," he grumbled.

"That is an accurate description," a familiar voice drawled.

"Auron," Newt greeted and glanced towards him.

"You alright?" the older man checked.

"Not really," was the blunt reply, "Gellert, has confused me."

"I think most people are confused by him," the other noted, chuckling, "Does this have something to do with why you both look like kicked puppies?"

Newt didn't meet the other's gaze. Auron laughed, and patted his head.

"It's complicated," Newt whined.

"Tell me," the older man requested, serious.

"Last night," Newt began and trailed off, his cheeks reddening.

"Oh, did you two," the older man started.

"No!"

Auron laughed harder and Newt buried his face in the closest occamy's side. Why was this the day he was having?

"I'm sorry but the look on your face was worth it," laughed Auron, "So, what happened last night?"

"I used him as a pillow and he kissed my forehead," Newt mumbled, embarrassed.

"And, now, you are freaking out," Auron guessed.

"Yes, no," Newt babbled, his words a jumbled mess.

Auron huffed. The older man leaned back and crossed his arms. Newt squirmed and his cheeks burned.

"Do you like him?" the older man questioned.

"Um," was the stuttering reply.

"Just talk to him," Auron advised, "Like you would one of your creatures. Do you like him?"

"I'm not sure," was the honest answer.

"That's fine," Auron soothed, and a hand landed on his head, ruffling his curls, "Maybe you should try talking to him. I can say he genuinely does care about you."

Newt pouted, and Auron just smirked. His friend could be cruel.

"Just consider it," the older man pleaded.

"Fine," Newt conceded, and his head dropped.

...

Talking was the best option. The idea was frightening and his anxieties were running high. Newt hated these types of conversations, and he'd prefer to avoid them altogether.

Newt's hand clenched the fabric of his shirt. His throat was dry and his legs were shaking.

"Calm, Newton," a familiar voice crooned, "What has you so upset?"

Newt whirled, his head snapping up. Gellert was leaning against the stone arch, watching him. His magic ran over Newt's skin soothing his frayed nerves.

"N-nothing," Newt answered.

"You are a terrible liar," the other sighed, and then straightened.

"It's just, well," Newt sputtered and trailed off.

"Is this about this morning?" Gellert asked, "Newton, if I have overstepped, then please tell me. I apologize."

Newt took a breath and shook his head. His stomach was in knots, and his obscurus was shifting restlessly.

"I want to know," Newt forced himself to speak, "What do you want from me?"

"What do you mean?" the other inquired.

"The kiss, the pet names, and the affection," Newt explained, and his eyes locked on the ground, "I dont understand."

Gellert's game searched his and then sighed. He approached Newt slowly and giving him plenty of time to move away. However, the younger man remained where he was.

"May I, Newton?" Gellert asked, and the other's fingers brushed against his cheek.

Newt hesitated, and his obscurus swirled. But, he eventually nodded. Fingers slid beneath his chin and lifted his face.

"I do like you, Newton," Gellert spoke, his tone gentle, "But, if you're not comfortable tell me. I'll back off."

"Why do you like me?" Newt wondered, confused, "I don't have anything to offer."

"Oh, dear," the other cooed, his expression pained, "Newton, you're special. My original interest was because of your obscurus. But, now, you have me utterly smitten."

"O-oh," Newt squeaked, his face on fire.

"You're kind, caring, and sweet," Gellert listed and a fond smile formed, "I have not seen another human quite like you."

Newt didn't know what to say. Words weren't coming and his tongue felt thick.

"May I court you?" the older man inquired, and his eyes were pleading, "Will you allow me to prove myself?"

"Uh," Newt uttered, his brain struggling.

"You can say no, Newton," the other encouraged, "I'll respect your wishes. But, may I try?"

Newt's heart soared, and his obscurial surged. A flood of warmth filled him and his stomach flipped. He liked the idea, the chance at love, and he wanted to try.

"O-okay," was the quiet response.

"You won't regret this," Gellert swore and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Newt stepped closer to Gellert. He could hear his heartbeat pounding.

"Thank you, Newton," the other murmured, his arms wrapping around the younger's form.

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Their first date was interesting, and unexpected. It was a trip to an undisclosed location, which had surprised him. And, he was given a blindfold to put on.

While he trusted Gellert covering his eyes wasn't something he was comfortable with. Newt nervously shifted from foot to foot and wouldn't meet the other's gaze.

Gellert approached slowly and reached his hand out. He gently cupped his cheek, and Newt leaned into the touch. The contact was soothing and his fear lessened.

"Trust me, darling," Gellert beseeched.

Newt huffed, and reluctantly gave a slight nod. A bright grin split across the older man's face, and the affection and adoration in his expression was obvious.

"Relax," Gellert murmured, the hand still stroking his face.

Newt let out a soft sound and his eyelids fluttered. Gellert's fingers moved, the touch brushing over his lips. Then Gellert tried the blindfold over his eyes.

"Alright," the other asked, a hint of nervousness, "Can you see anything, darling?"

"No," Newt confirmed, his tone a whisper.

"Good," Gellert declared, and his hands dropped.

Gellert pulled him close. Newt gripped the other's robes tightly. Gellert's body was warm, and firm, and the closeness was reassuring.

"Now, let's go," the older man announced and the world spun.

They were transported and Newt's senses were assaulted. The scent of sea salt and the sounds of water crashing filled his ears. He was dizzy and his balance wavered.

Gellert caught him before he fell. Arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush. The other's presence was steady and his breathing slowed.

"We're here," Gellert declared and the blindfold was removed.

Newt's jaw dropped, and he stared wide-eyed. A beach stretched before him and the sea waves were sparkling. Around them was the hints of ambient magic. The magic of the world not created by man or creature. It soothed the part of him that was the obscurial.

"Beautiful," Newt breathed.

"Yes," was the absent-minded response.

Gellert was looking at him, not the surroundings. Newt blushed, his face heating. His obscurus swirled and the power hummed. Newt could feel his magic reacting, the force reaching out.

"What is this place?" Newt queried.

"It's called a magical sanctuary," Gellert answered, his hand moving to interlace their fingers.

That made sense. His magic felt at peace here and even his obsucrus was calmer. The dark power was curling happily and a strange contentment filled him.

"This was a place I discovered a while back," the older man continued, and he led him towards the ocean, "There aren't many of these left, but I've been hoping to show you one."

Newt hummed softly and the sand shifted beneath his feet. His shoes sunk into the beach, and the grains stuck to his socks.

"How is this place so secluded?" Newt wondered, intrigued.

"It's surrounded by a barrier," Gellert revealed, "So, no Muggles will be able to get in and any magical person is only allowed if they have permission."

"Who decided the rules for this place?" Newt questioned.

"Some wizards," Gellert offered and shrugged, "I don't actually know. This is a place of healing. Magical creatures can live without the worry of being hunted. They gave me permission when I mentioned I was bringing an obscurial with me."

"What?!" Newt blurted, shocked, and the magic flickered, his power rising.

Gellert told someone not within his men?! Why would he do that? That was a risk. What would they do with this information? What if they told someone?

Smoke began to swirl. Newt's panic was returning, and his anxiety was skyrocketing. His heart was racing, and his breathing was ragged.

"Shh, relax, darling," Gellert cooed, "Take a deep breath. Nothing bad will happen."

"But, what if-"

"No," the other cut him off, his tone stern, "Don't worry. There are very few places I trust more than here."

Newt's hands were shaking and the smoke was thick. He struggled to calm himself, the fear lingering. The dark lord would not jeopardize his safety. He didn't have a reason to believe otherwise.

Gellert's magic laid over him. The magic of the sanctuary brushed against him. A strange energy curled through his mind, easing the tension. His powers settled and his muscles loosened.

"Better?" the older man inquired, his hands settling on his waist.

"Mm," was the vague reply.

"Good, come," Gellert instructed, and the hands dropped, only to interlock their fingers.

Gellert's palm was soft and his grip was tight. The two wandered down the beach. The water lapped at their shoes, and the sound was calming.

Magic danced around them, the energy buzzing. It was a pleasant feeling and the air was peaceful. He had not felt such contentment.

"Here," the older man announced, and released his hold.

A towel was spread across the ground. Then, Gellert sat, and the invitation was obvious. Newt sat, and then gasped as he was pulled against the older man's side.

"Are you warm enough?" the other worried.

"Yeah," was the response, and his voice cracked.

"Alright, good," Gellert declared and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

Newt moved closer and tucked his face against the older's shoulder. Gellert's chest vibrated, like he was purring. It was a soothing sound, and his breathing evened out.

"I brought us lunch," the older man said.

A basket appeared, and a large blanket. A light lunch was laid out, and the food was mouthwatering.

"Thank you," Newt mumbled, and accepted the offering.

"Of course, dear," the other chuckled.

The day passed in a blur, and the sky turned golden. The longer they stayed, the quieter his magic got. And, his obscurus was almost dormant.

"This place is incredible," Newt praised.

"Glad you liked it," the other hummed.

"Thank you, for taking me here," the younger wizard whispered.

"You're welcome, Newton," the other returned.

The sun sank, and the darkness came.

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The next morning, Newt found an owl waiting for him. It was a familiar owl that made a soft smile cross his face. Theseus.

Newt gently pet the snowy feathers, and the owl nipped him affectionately. He offered her some food, and she gobbled it up. She hooted and his bowtruckles crawled onto her. She tolerated the creatures for a minute before shooing them away. They scuttled and Pickett was the last to move.

Newt scooped Pickett up and he took the letter. Theseus's familiar handwriting was on the outside. His brother's writing hadn't changed since they were boys. Newt sat down to read the letters.

He opened the envelope and unfurled the scroll.

Dear little brother,

Sorry I've been out of contact for so long. Things have been a bit busy. How are you doing? Are you safe?

Leta and I miss you. I hope this letter actually makes it to you. Last several came back unopened. You're a difficult one to find, I'll give you that.

How's your travel been? Where are you staying? Please, be careful. The ministry has gotten much worse. They are hunting down supposed Dark Wizards.

If you can, please come home or let me know where to meet you. I want to know my brother is safe.

With love,

Theseus

The paper crumbled. Newt missed his brother. He just didn't know how Theseus would react to Gellert. Newt hadn't talked to his family about him.

And, Leta. She loved him, more than Newt loved her. He didn't feel the same way about her but he did care for her. He was surprised that she wanted to hear from him.

A warm hand touched the back of his neck, startling him. He flinched and looked over. Gellert stood there, his mismatched eyes worried.

"Is everything alright, Newton?" the older man questioned, his thumb rubbing circles.

It was only then that he noticed his obscurial was stirring, the power swirling. Gellert's magic was washing over him and was calming the turmoil inside. Newt took a breath and leaned back into the touch.

"Uh, yeah, sorry," Newt stammered looking away.

Gellert hummed sounding like he didn't quite believe him. He leaned down so that he could lay his chin on the top of Newt's head.

"I'm okay, Gellert," Newt swore and glanced at him.

"You are terrible at lying," Gellert teased.

"Hey!" he squeaked trying to turn to face him.

Gellert laughed lightly and warmth spread up his neck in embarrassment. The Dark Lord didn't let him turn around. He moved his hand from the back of his neck to his shoulder.

"Tell me what's wrong," the older man requested.

Newt sighed but didn't pull away. Gellert was patient and Newt eventually spoke.

"I received a letter from my brother," Newt murmured.

"Theseus Scamander?" Gellert asked, his eyebrows raising.

"Yup," Newt nodded, his lips twitching upwards.

"He's a very competent auror," Gellert noted, "One of the best. Despite being an auror and their views, he is fair to those who break the laws."

Newt blinked at Gellert. He sounded like he admired Theseus, which was odd. But, then again, not every auror was the same.

"You won't be mad if I go see him?" Asked Newt quietly.

"Of course not," Gellert returned, his gaze earnest, "Newton, I don't control you. If you wish to visit him, I have no say. I do ask that you be careful and tell me when you leave."

"Okay," Newt breathed.

"But, take Auron with you," the older man ordered.

"Um," Newt uttered, his brow furrowed.

"You haven't seen your brother for a while," Gellert explained, "Things are changing in the world. I'd rather be safe than sorry in case someone tries something."

Newt paused and considered the request. It wasn't unreasonable. He was pretty sure that Theseus and Auron would get along.

"I'll take him," Newt acquiesced.

"Thank you," Gellert expressed and his voice was soft.

"I can't imagine what it would do to you if something happened," Newt commented and his lips twitched.

There was a flash of something in Gellert's gaze. The look reminded him that Gellert was in fact a Dark Lord. However, the expression softened.

"Oh, Newton, I would destroy the whole world," the other confessed and his voice was a growl, "I would make the entire earth a graveyard if you died."

Newt's stomach dropped and his breathing stopped. A shudder went through him and a rush of warmth shot up his spine. He could feel his cheeks burn and his skin prickled.

Gellert kissed the top of his head. The act was affectionate, and fond, and made him want to lean into the embrace.

"Now, would you like breakfast?" the older man queried.

"That'd be lovely," the younger responded, and a soft, happy sound escaped him.

...

Newt considered which of his creatures to bring with him. Nancy, the bowtruckles, and the nifflers were all a given. Frank and Dougal would probably appreciate the trip.

Pickett had climbed up his hair, and his occamy was already wrapped around his waist.

"We are visiting my brother," Newt informed the beasts.

His bowtruckles chirped loudly. They were always eager to interact with new creatures. The others seemed a bit more reserved and he didn't blame them. It had been years since he returned to England. Many of them hadn't met Theseus. His brother might be an auror but also liked creatures.

"Alright, come," he called, and the creatures followed.

They reached the gates. The entrance was wide open, and a portkey was already set up. Gellert had arranged the travel and the man was considerate.

"Be safe, Liebling," Gellert voiced and his voice was serious.

"I will," Newt promised, "I'll have Auron with me. Plus my creatures are equally as protective."

"Take this," said Gellert as he held out a necklace, "It's a portkey. The password is 'Home'. If you're in trouble just grab it and and say the password. It'll bring you back here."

"Thank you, Gellert," whispered Newt.

For a moment he hesitated in leaving behind his sanctuary. Then he surged forward and kissed Gellert quickly before he could change his mind. Before Gellert could react he stumbled back his face a bright scarlet color as he went to Auron for their portkey.

Auron for his part was laughing and teasing him about it. Newt just grumbled and ignored him.

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"So, where exactly are we going?" asked Auron as they arrived in a park.

No one was around them to notice their sudden appearance. Newt stumbled slightly but Auron caught his arm to steady him.

"Theseus lives in London," was his explanation as he got his feet under him, "Thank you. Though he could have moved since I last heard."

"Your brother is an auror you said," Auron said.

"Yup," he replied blurry and led them out of the park.

"Interesting," Auron mused, a thoughtful look crossing his features, "I'll be on my best behavior. What's he like?"

They exited the park and they were near a fairly busy street. It was in a familiar area of London not too far from his brother's house.

"Bossy, protective, and a pain," replied Newt with a faint smile crossing his face, "He can be kind of an idiot. But, he means well. He tried to protect me from our parents."

The smile fell. He didn't like talking about his parents. The reason he was an obscurial. Their neglect, and cruelty, and their willingness to get rid of him. Auron noticed the look on his face.

"Are you alright?" the older man inquired.

"Fine," he lied and shrugged, "My family was never a good subject. The only good one is Theseus."

"If you say so," replied Auron, and a skeptical look crossed the other's features.

Newt ignored him and kept walking. After a few blocks the neighborhood became a lot less populated and the houses a little further apart. It took a few minutes but they finally found Theseus's house.

It was a decent sized house and Newt could sense the wards. He ran a hand against them and was pleasantly surprised to find that he was allowed in.

"Do you think your brother will mind your animals?" Auron asked, looking amused.

"He knows and likes them," replied Newt with a small shrug, "We both grew up with hippogriffs."

"Let's see if anyone is home," muttered Auron, and then approached the front door.

Newt hesitated. Sure his brother sent a letter but showing up unannounced was typically frowned upon by polite society. Maybe they should have written first.

"Don't worry," said Auron and knocked on the door.

Newt fidgeted nervously. There wasn't any sound from the other side. This was likely due to a charm. Theseus was always testing charms on his house first before his office.

After a minute or two Auron knocked again. Once again nothing. Newt began to wonder if his brother was even home. Maybe he was working.

"Perhaps, we should-" he tried to say.

Then the door swung open and a dark haired woman came out. Her eyes widened in surprise and then excitement.

"Newt," greeted Leta happily.

"Hey, Leta," he greeted in return, "It's been a long time. You haven't changed a bit."

"Neither have you," she said looking him up and down, "Well maybe a little. Your hair has gotten a bit longer and you look a lot better. Not like a half-starved kitten."

Newt's cheek's turned a slight shade of pink. That wasn't the nicest comparison but not untrue. She was right.

"What are you doing here?" asked Leta, a grin forming, "Not that I'm complaining. I figured Theseus would have to drag you back personally. Who is your friend?"

"Um," Newt squeaked and then gestured at the other, "This is Auron."

"Hi," greeted Auron politely, "It's a pleasure."

"The pleasure is mine," said Leta, a coy tone creeping in, "Why don't you both come in? I'll floo call Theseus. I'm sure he won't mind coming home early."

Leta stepped aside to let them pass. The two wizards entered the house and looked around. Not much changed in the years since his last visit.

"Would you like some tea?" asked Leta, and the question was aimed at Auron.

"Sure," he agreed.

"Come," Leta instructed and then gestured down the hallway.

Auron and Newt followed her into a large living room. They chose to sit in the chairs closest to the door. The chair was comfortable and he sank into the cushion.

"Stay there," Leta called over her shoulder and exited the room.

"Nice place," noted Auron and was peering around the room.

"Mhm," hummed Newt.

"What's the story with you and Leta?" wondered the other, and the question was a light one, "You used to date her. Or did I get the wrong impression?"

Newt blinked at him. What? He and Leta never dated. They never really got past friendship. She was more into Theseus than into him.

"She and I are friends," explained Newt and a frown tugged his lips downwards, "She and my brother were an item before he was an auror."

"Interesting," Auron said, sounding amused.

Before Newt could respond Leta returned carrying a tray. Three teacups were floating around the tray. Each cup floated towards a person and a spoon dipped into the tea. Newt's tea was sweet like he liked it.

"How are you, Newt?" asked Leta, and the woman sat down in a chair, "Did you have any issues getting here?"

"No, none," said Newt with a shake of his head, "We took a portkey from a friend's place."

Auron snorted.

"Portkeys can be difficult to navigate," she said.

"It wasn't bad," admitted Newt, and the spoon stirred his tea, "Our friend is skilled at making them."

"Friend," snorted Auron and Newt glared at him.

"And, what about your creatures," Leta said, and glanced down, "Are they with you?"

"Yes," Newt confirmed and his hand rested on his suitcase, "Not all of them. Our friend is looking after them."

"Friend," laughed Auron again.

"Shut it you," growled Newt.

"That's fine," reassured Leta looking amused by their antics, "Just tell them not to mess up the place. You're welcome to have them out. Your brother would love to see them. Tell me about this mysterious friend of yours Newt?"

Absolutely not. Newt wasn't mentioning Gellert or the fact he was dating him. That was how one ended up in Azkaban.

"Uh, just a friend," was Newt's vague response.

"Hmm, well he sounds charming," said Leta and she smirked.

Both Newt and Auron choked. Then Auron began to roar with laughter.

"Stop it," growled Newt and he punched Auron.

"He is a handsome one," joked Auron, and Newt wanted to punch him again, "Charming, too. Not nearly as cute as his little boyfriend, though."

Gellert was going to kill them all.

"Shut it," snapped Newt and he threw a pillow at him.

"Cute and shy, I knew it," teased Leta and then grinned, "Is he your age?"

There was no way this was happening. Newt refused.

"No comment," grumbled Newt.

"Come on," cooed Leta and leaned closer, "Tell me."

"Please don't," muttered Newt, his cheeks burning, "Auron is full of crap. Ignore him."

"You're blushing," she pointed out.

"Ugh, why do I bother," huffed Newt, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I missed you," replied Leta, and her tone was earnest, "Theseus and I are always wondering if you're okay."

"Sorry," whispered Newt and dropped his gaze.

"I know," said Leta and reached a hand out to squeeze his arm, "So, where have you been staying? You mentioned a friend's house."

"A friend," emphasized Auron with a laugh.

"Auron!" barked Newt.

"Yes, a friend," repeated the other and was still smirking, "A rather lovely mansion."

"Oh?" she queried, and her interest was obvious.

"It's nice, private, and has lots of space," listed Auron and a grin crossed his features.

"Auron please stop," begged Newt burying hit flaming face into his hands, "How does anyone put up with you?"

"Easy," stated Auron, "I'm awesome."

"And, modest," mumbled Newt sarcastically.

"Of course," replied Auron smugly, "But, really, Leta, this place is great. The guy is a bit odd but not in a bad way. I can't tell you more than that without permission. No matter how much I like to tease Newt."

"Fine," sighed Leta, and looked a bit disappointed, "How are you Newt?"

"Better," said Newt honestly and he felt it, "My life is pretty different now."

"You don't look quite so pale," observed Leta and the concern was visible, "You look like you're eating again. If this is the result of your new "friend" then I approve."

"Oh," stammered Newt, his cheeks flushed, "Yeah. The food is really good. And, his place has a lot of natural magic. My creatures really like it."

"Your "creatures" like being with you, Newt," joked Auron.

"Hush, you," said Newt.

"Sounds wonderful," remarked Leta.

Footsteps sounded from another room. Newt stiffened slightly and glanced at the doorway. Seconds later Theseus walked through. He was dressed in the standard auror attire, and he had a grimace on his face.

Newt stood drawing his brother's attention to him. The grimace faded, and his expression lit up.

"Newt!" exclaimed Theseus, and the man hurried forward.

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It had been too long since they last saw each other. His brother had changed very little just a little more worn than he'd been before. Newt wasn't sure how welcome he'd be. It'd been a long time since he saw Theseus. He didn't expect his brother to pull him into a hug. However, that's exactly what he did.

"Merlin, Newt, I was so worried," Theseus expressed and pulled him closer, "There weren't even rumors of your movements in so long... I thought something happened to you."

"Sorry," murmured Newt and a soft sound escaped him, "I didn't mean to worry you. I was just busy. A friend has been letting me stay with him. We are taking care of magical creatures together."

"Friend," snorted Auron again.

"Hush you," growled Newt for what felt the hundredth time.

He didn't have to look to know that his companion was smirking. Theseus hold on him tightened and his brother seemed to be reluctant to let go. As if he expected Newt to disappear again. Eventually the grip loosened and his brother released him. He turned a suspicious look to Auron.

"Who are you?" demanded Theseus, and his voice was sharp.

The mood of the room shifted. Tension was thick in the air. The obscurial within Newt began to react to his brother's aggression. Dark wisps of smoke began to swirl around his hands. Auron was the first to notice and react. He stood and approached Newt ignoring Theseus completely now.

"Hey," Auron called, his tone soft, "Calm, Newt. Everything is alright. Nothing is happening. Take a deep breath and relax."

Newt listened to Auron. Auron wouldn't lie to him. Slowly his breathing steadied, and the power settled. Auron smiled and patted his back. Then he turned to a fuming Theseus.

"My name is Auron," the man introduced himself, and his eyes were narrowed, "I am a healer and a friend of Newt's. I have done nothing to harm him or his creatures."

"Then why did his magic flare up when I spoke to you?" asked Theseus, his voice tight, and his body tense.

"He's reacting to your hostility," answered Auron easily, "If you want him to stay calm, you have to be calm. Otherwise you'll just scare him off. I won't let you destroy all the progress he's made."

Auron...

Theseus's jaw clenched, and his fingers twitched. Auron was unphased. His stance was open and confident. He was slowly putting himself between Newt and Theseus.

"I'm his brother," defended Theseus, his tone hard, "And, an auror. If I say that something is dangerous, or a threat to him, you have to listen to me."

"Not a chance," Auron replied, a smirk on his face, "There are exactly two people I listen to and Newt that is the only one in this room."

"Stop it," ordered Newt and stepped between the two, "That is enough. Both of you. You are acting like children."

They stared at him in surprise. Neither of them seemed to be expecting him to speak. Newt sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This was ridiculous. There was no reason for the two of them to fight.

"Theseus, I'm sorry," Newt apologized and turned to Theseus, "Auron is my friend. Please don't attack him. Auron, stop trying to rile my brother up."

"But-" started the pair in tandem, their voices identical in disbelief.

Newt shot a glare at them. He was in no mood for either of their antics.

"Enough," he insisted.

"Alright," relented Auron, a sheepish look on his face.

"Fine," grumbled Theseus, and his posture relaxed, "I apologize, Auron. I didn't mean to attack you. But, I have a right to be concerned."

Auron shrugged in response. Theseus's shoulders were still tensed, and his expression was wary. Newt was relieved to see that his brother was trying to attack him anymore though. Hopefully the peace would last. He didn't want to leave already.

"Are you okay, Newt?" asked Auron seriously.

Newt nodded but couldn't get the words out. The question was simple and the answer should have been easy. Yet his mouth wouldn't work. And his mind couldn't form the proper response.

"Thank you," Newt managed and his smile was weak.

Auron reached out and ruffled his hair. Newt slapped away the hand but there wasn't any anger in it.

...

Theseus was conflicted. He was glad that his brother was visiting but he didn't like the wizard with him. Instinctively he knew they were hiding something important from him. But Newt was more relaxed around the man called Auron than he'd ever seen his brother.

They'd mover into the dinning room and food was brought. Auron and Newt were sitting to his left and Leta on his right. Despite his reservations he couldn't deny the changes in Newt. They were small subtle shifts that weren't noticeable at first glance.

His younger brother was happier. That was a startling revelation. In his entire life that Theseus had never seen his brother happy. Not once. Now the young man was joking and laughing and interacting with the other two in a way he hadn't with the family.

It made hurt him to realize how unhappy Newt had been before now. Their parents had not been kind. They had abused their youngest child and driven him to a point that was almost unrecoverable. It was a miracle that his sweet baby brother survived their childhood at all.

If this mysterious friend made Newt happy. Theseus would accept them. For Newt.

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Newt's case had changed since the last time Theseus had been allowed inside. Things were bigger and the walls were gone. Instead, the area had been separated by a strange sort of shimmering barrier. When the red-haired wizard passed through a new habitat appeared.

"What is this place?" gasped Leta as she followed him, her dark eyes wide, and her gaze darted around, "This wasn't here last time I visited. Is this the same case? Did you expand the wards?"

"The person I'm staying with helped expand and improve my case," admitted Newt with a tiny smile, "He approves of my works and even brings me creatures sometimes."

Oh Newt liked this person. Like actually liked them romantically. Theseus never thought he'd see the day. His little brother had a crush. On top of that, the person was helping him, and giving him magical creatures.

"Wow, sounds like a catch," teased Leta and a knowing look crossed her features, "You have to give us details, Newt. What's his name? How did you meet? Where is he from? How old is he?"

"Uh, um, uh," stammered Newt and his cheeks flushed a bright scarlet color, "L-look! Here's a nundu!"

"A NUNDU!" exclaimed Leta, and then her voice dropped to a whisper, "Newt! Why do you have a nundu? They are dangerous."

Which was the exact wrong thing to say to Newt. The magizoologist's expression immediately turned cold. Theseus winced. He'd seen that look many times before. Newt was drawing back within himself. His little brother didn't like people criticizing his creatures. Newt took their protection very personally. It didn't help that the nundu was a creature that was typically feared and hated. It made Newt even more protective than normal.

"She is not a danger to anyone," defended Newt and his arms were folded, "I think we should leave the case."

There was no arguing with Newt. So, the three reluctantly left the case.

...

Returning to Gellert's home was a relief. Seeing his brother had been great, and he loved him, but being back in his sanctuary was better. Newt needed some time alone so he didn't follow Auron. Instead, he headed to the garden. The plants were a bit wild and overgrown, but beautiful nonetheless.

There was a light mist coating everything and a slight chill hung in the atmosphere. He breathed out trying to center himself. His obscurial stayed calm and there were only a small amount of shadows. Soon the darkness faded, and he was able to focus on his surroundings. There was a low hum of ambient magic and his own power reacted to the presence.

Arm came around his waist and pulled him back against a solid chest. A squeak escaped him and the hands tightened. A nose brushed the side of his neck and a shiver ran up his spine.

"Welcome home, Newton," rumbled Gellert low in the back of his throat.

The older wizard's lips pressed against the skin behind his ear. A shiver ran down his spine and he purred a little in response. The tension in his body eased and the obscurial settled. He could feel the warmth of the others' magic seeping in and the sensation was soothing.

"Mm, hi," murmured Newt and his eyelashes fluttered, "Sorry, I didn't find you sooner."

Gellert chuckled and said, "Its fine, Newton. I know how you are. You needed a minute to yourself. Do you still need some time?"

"No, not anymore," replied the younger man quietly.

"Good," said Gellert, "I have dinner prepared."

"You didn't have to do that," protested Newt.

"Of course I didn't," was the instant agreement, and a huff of laughter, "But, I wanted to. Unless you're not hungry?"

It almost sounded like Gellert was pouting. The idea was enough to make him laugh. Gellert was a Dark Lord and he was pouting like a child. It was amusing and sweet at the same time.

"Okay," Newt conceded, and the word was a bit breathless, "Lead the way."

Gellert released his waist and moved to his side. The taller wizard offered him an arm and a bright smile. Newt felt his blush run up the back of his neck. Taking the arm, the two walked to the dining room. Auron entered the room before seeming to reconsider it and leaving the two of them alone. There was a faint trace of his amusement lingering in the air.

Dinner was delicious. Which wasn't surprising. Everything that Gellert had given him was good. The older man had excellent taste in food and he had to admit he was a little spoiled. He wasn't used to it but he accepted it from Gellert. After the meal they were relaxing in the sitting room when a question popped into his head.

"How are the hippogriffs?" asked Newt, and a note of concern crept into his voice, "Did the potion work?"

"They're recovering," assured Gellert and he squeezed the other's hand, "Give them time and they should make a full recovery."

"Oh, that's good," sighed Newt, "Thank you."

"I'm glad," said the Dark Lord, and the tone was sincere, "Now, tell me about your visit. How was it?"

"Great," Newt answered, "Theseus did try to pick a fight with Auron. That's normal for my brother however. He's always been overprotective."

The other raised an eyebrow at that. Gellert looked like he was trying not to laugh. Newt stuck his tongue out at Gellert. The blonde rolled his eyes and leaned closer. Newt met him halfway and their lips touched. He melted, and a sigh escaped him. Arms wrapped around his waist and tugged him closer. The red-haired wizard went willingly.

He melted under into the kiss. His fingers gripped the front of the others robe and his eyes slipped shut. Gellert was a wonderful kisser and was careful to not push him too far. Always stopping if things started to move in a more intimate direction. A few times he would pull back to look at Newt consideringly. As if asking if the redhead was okay. Once he nodded the dark lord would continue.

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Nightmares came back that night. In his dreams his parents were chasing him. They had their wands pointed at him, and their expressions were twisted in anger. His mother was yelling and accusing him of killing his father. His father's words were filled with venom and hatred. Then, his feet gave out and his parents cast a spell.

The dream shifted and the scene changed. Now the ministry was after him. They had discovered what he was and the aurors were coming. He ran. No matter how fast he ran however he couldn't escape them. Then they caught him. They threw him in the cell. The screams echoed and the sound of his creatures crying in pain.

No! Please! Leave them alone! They were innocent!

Pain erupted across his skin. Spells were cast at him. He cried and begged and pleaded. Nothing stopped the attack. Eventually the torture grew to be too much, and a scream was torn from his throat. The darkness rose and his vision was covered. Smoke was swirling around the room and the obscurial rose. It's power was overwhelming and his sense of self was lost. His mind was completely overwhelmed and nothing remained. He was floating. Distantly he was aware of someone speaking to him. But, the words didn't make sense. He found solace in the shadows.

"Shh, darling," a soft familiar voice called, and the tone was gentle, "Easy, Newton, relax. Take a deep breath. No one is going to hurt you. Come back out of the obscurial. Its okay."

Gellert?

The realization that the other was nearby made his panic began slow. The fear was easing and his breathing slowed. His form began to materialize. He was shaking and trembling as he dropped back onto the floor. Gellert wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. A hand ran up and down his spine gently. Shadows continued to swirl around him but his form was mostly solid.

"Good, that's it, Liebling," soothed the Dark Lord, his grip was tight, "Just breathe. You're safe. I promise. Nobody will touch you while I'm here. Just breathe, sweetheart."

Newt shuddered and tried to obey. The smoke was thick and heavy, and the shadows were reluctant to let go of him. He could still feel the fear lingering in his heart. The nightmare was too real, and his nerves were frayed. He laid his head on Gellert's shoulder still struggling to draw in breath. The blonde wizard was patient and didn't stop talking.

Slowly the panic lessened, and the obscurus finally let him go. He was exhausted, and his full weight leaned against Gellert. The older man didn't seem to mind, and simply shifted his hold to better support him. Newt couldn't bring himself to move away. Instead, he simply closed his eyes and basked in the warmth of the others' presence.

Gellert shifted them back towards the bed. He was set down on the edge and Gellert sat next to him with his back against the headboard. Then he adjusted Newt to lay on his side, and his legs stretched out along the length of the bed. One of his hands was running through Newt's hair, and the other was tracing patterns on his back. His voice was a low rumble and the words were barely audible. He didn't quite understand what was being said, and the meaning didn't really matter. He was just comforted by the fact that the other was there and speaking to him at all. Slowly his exhaustion got the better of him and his eyelids slipped shut.

...

Gellert felt it when Newton fell asleep again. The young mans' breathing had evened out, and his heartbeat had steadied. Relief flooded him. It'd been awhile since the last time the younger man had a nightmare. And, this had been a bad one. His poor sweet boy was terrified and panicking. The obscurial had taken him over. Gellert was forced to try and bring him back out of it. He wasn't sure if he'd be successful given how entrenched in his panic Newton had been.

Eventually, the redhead had fallen back to sleep. Gellert was content to watch him for a moment. He wouldn't leave Newton alone tonight. Not after something like that. Shifting his hold on the sleeping man, he carefully slid the two of them down until Newton was laying on the pillows. Gently, he turned him onto his stomach and rubbed circles between his shoulder blades. He didn't know what the nightmare was about but he had a decent idea of what triggered it.

Auron and Newton had gone to visit his brother. Auror Theseus Scamander. He was a competent auror. One of the few who was truly dangerous in his opinion. However, his little love did not have a good past with his family. He spoke highly of Theseus so he doubted the man had rejected Newton. It was more likely that the meeting triggered old memories to resurface.

He would help him overcome those fears. Nightmares were nothing to be ashamed of. When one had a history like Newton the nightmares were bound to happen. Even his own past had not been a pleasant one. He'd just have to continue to help Newton through it.

Gellert froze when Newton mumbled something. He watched the younger wizard closely, waiting to see if the nightmare had come back. Luckily, that wasn't the case, and the redhead buried his face into Gellert's shirt. A tiny smile curled the Dark Lord's lip. Leaning down, he pressed a light kiss to the top of his head. Newton's grip on his arm tightened in response, and a soft sound escaped him. It was a quiet noise, almost a purr. He was like a cat.