(I own none of these characters, all credit goes to J.K. Rowling. The story is all my own: be warned it may get graphic and contains spoilers for fantastic beasts)

Rage and fear. That's all he could feel, it consumed him entirely. He wanted to shut down, to just stay there, let them destroy him. It's what he deserved, but no, he's too much of a coward.

Weak, he was so weak. What once was the most impressively sized obscurial, now just a tiny whisp of black, no larger than a cloud of steam escaping from a kettle.

Slowly, he floated up along the shadows of the subway and out at last. His fear too strong to stop despite his lack of energy. Finally, he ducked into an alley and became a cloudy outline of a boy, shaking with panic. As he regained his form, he began sobbing.

How pathetic, curled up in a ball."They should've killed me" he whispered. His mother had been right, he was nothing more than a filthy undeserving burden of a boy. The people were right and the newspaper man. He was a freak.

His body rocked hard with sobs. Mr. Graves, he'd thought he was different. He didn't care, he never did! How could he after all that he had done for him. .

Shaking his head he thought 'NO'.

He was wrong. It was Mr. graves who had been should be upset. Credence was never worthy of the attention a man like Mr. Graves had been giving him. He was lucky. Lucky to have been touched the way that he had. Lucky Mr. Graves had told him what to do and how to feel.

Sobbing harder now he called out to the empty dark alley "I'm sorry I'm sorry sir, I'm so so sorry"

Newt couldn't help but be distracted by his emotions. He'd never been good at talking to other people, and now it had cost the poor young Credence his life, there must've been something he could have done.

Thinking of everything he possibly could've done differently, he nearly missed the small wisp of smoke inching slowly up the wall.

Instantly Newts eyes followed the small obscurial as it went slowly up. A twitchy smirk spread on his face. He had survived! It was miraculous, he must go at once to aid the boy in any way that he can.

Hurriedly, newt sent off Frank and excused himself to find a restroom. Ignoring Tina's skeptical look, he walked down the subway tunnel and apparated to the streets once out of sight.

Now where would credence have gone. . .

Looking up and down the street, his searching eyes landing on a narrow alleyway between a factory and a run-down apartment building with boarded up windows.

There, Newt just knew that is precisely where Newt himself would duck away if seeking solitude. Awkwardly jogging with his briefcase thumping against his thigh, he came to a halt in front of the alley.

Credence's sobs were soft and Newt could make out that he was mumbling over and over again something along the lines of "sorry sir".

Frowning, Newt wondered who he could possibly be talking about, a father perhaps? But wait, hadn't Grindlewald acted as though he was familiar with the boy? Could it be. . .

Leaving his train of thought he cautiously stepped into the alley and peered beyond the built up pile of crates and pallets besides a door to the factory and sure enough, on the other side lay the shaking ball that was Credence Barebone.

Newt cleared his throat awkwardly to make his presence known and forced himself to look calm as Credence lifted his head and looked up at him with white, piercing eyes. Newt noticed the black wisps that were suddenly coming from Credence's hands and began to crawl up.

Kneeling down now, Newt pulled his wand out and placed it on the floor. "P-please Credence, I want to help you. You're not the first obscurial I've met I believe you can have control over it" Newt's eyes flicked on and off Credence as he spoke.

Meekly Credence shifted and the smoke stopped spreading up his arms "You were there, in the subway." He looked panicked and spat out his words in a rush, eager for The man in blue's reply "How is he?! Did I hurt him, what did they do to them, the other witches! Is he hurt?".

Newt hesitated, seeing the obvious concern in his eyes. "He, it wasn't him Credence. It was never him. It was a very dark wizard who sought to cause war and devastation. It was Gellert Grindlewald. He was usi-"

Credence rapidly began to shift into his obscurity "NO" the shifting smoke shrieked "What happened to him!" He got closer to the man in blue.

Newt ducked his head, exposing his neck as he does with creatures who feel threatened. Kneeling on the ground now, he spoke firmly "Credence I mean you no hard. He is custody of our government. Please Credence I want to help you."

Newt slowly brought his hand up, Credence panicked and lashed forward, Newt jolting down as his hand was struck.

Immense heat and searing pain radiated from his hand. He screamed in pure agony feeling as though everything around him was hollow.