Hello! Again! I know, I know, I just posted something literally three minutes ago, (I checked) but I had to pot this. This is my first ever 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' FanFiction, so bare with me. Anyway, happy holidays! Enjoy!
Chapter One
Credence
Credence sat at the bar, thoughts racing through his head. How had this happened? How had things played out so badly? He looked down at his drink and took a big gulp. His throat burned as the liquor made it's way to his stomach. He still could not believe it, Graves had betrayed him. The man who had protected him, healed him, and promised him honor had betrayed him. He took another gulp of the drink and felt tears fall from his eyes. After the aurors had destroyed him in obscuras form, they had just left to tend to the city. What they didn't notice, were the wisps of darkness floating away. He had been re-formed in an old house outside of the city. From there he had stolen a wallet and train ticket to Boston. Now he sat alone at a bar, keeping his head down and his face hidden. He took no pleasure in being in the bar, it was loud and dark. But he had no choice in the matter; if he went anywhere else, police would surely see him. He had, after all, stolen the train ticket and some money. He finished off the rest of his drink and signaled the bartender for another. He knew that it was most likely not the best idea to get drunk tonight, but he needed it after the events of the past couple of days. The liquor was very strong, and he was on his third glass, yet still whenever he closed his eyes he saw the smirk on Grave's face when he left him for nothing in the hallway. He could still feel the ghosts of lashes from a belt, and hear the wizard Newt and his witch friend Tina trying to help him.
A flapper sat down next to him. She wore a gold dress with a matching headband wrapped around her chin length blonde hair. She ordered a drink and tapped her foot as she waited. Credence continued to look down, but was now paying more attention to the person on his left than his drink. Something about her seemed off, yet weirdly familiar. The bartender delivered her drink and walked away to tend to other customers leaving the two alone.
"I know who you are," said the girl with an English accent, as she turned towards him, golden-green eyes shining in the low lighting. "You're the obscuras, the one from New York," she added, looking at Credence. He stared at her for a minute. How could she know? Who was she? But quickly recovered himself.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he stated, going back to his drink.
"What even is an obscuras?" he added, trying to seem believable. She looked at him knowingly, a smile playing at her lips.
"My name is Charity, I was an obscuras too once. I know what you're going through, and I know that you need help; I can help."
"No, you don't want to help me. Nobody does! All people are the same - cruel, greedy, liars!" he growled, downing his drink and ordering yet another.
"That's what I thought too, but you need to trust me,"she said.
"Wait a minute, you said you were an obscuras, what happened?" He knew he should not trust this woman; he knew he shouldn't trust anyone for that matter, but he needed to know. He knew that Graves had lied about a lot of things, but not about what the power of the obscuras did. He knew that it would kill him, and he didn't want to go that way.
"I mean that I learned to control it, and now I'm a trained witch, and a pretty damn good one if I do say so myself, which I do," she said proudly. He looked at her curiously,
"It's possible to learn?" he asked quietly, Graves's words ringing in his hears. She looked at him and then seemed to have an idea.
"Okay, how about this. I'll take you back to England with me and get you a wand and teach you how to use magic correctly if you'll just let me help you," she said. Credence considered her offer in confusion. She didn't seem to be getting anything out of this agreement, and that was definitely not typical. .
"Why are you doing this?" he asked. "What do you get out of this?" She pondered for a second.
"The same thing you get."
"And what is that exactly? I thought you already knew how to properly use magic," he pointed out.
"You'll understand in time. Now come on, if we want to get enough money to get two tickets to London, we'll have to find some pretty drunk suckers to rob," she said pulling Credence to his feet and pushed him towards the door. He stumbled a bit from all of the drinks, but still managed to stay on his feet. Charity sighed, "And no more drinking, it's a horrid habit," she said steering him away from the pole he was about to walk into.
"Then why did you order one?" he slurred drunkenly, the alcohol fully kicking in. She laughed, helping him dodge another pole.
"Because I needed to talk to you, and if I didn't have a drink, I would have been asked to dance," she said gesturing to her flapper girl attire. Credence shrugged, and then tripped over his own feet. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him smirking.
"Maybe we should wait to get the tickets until tomorrow, you're going to have one serious hangover."
Charity
When Charity Amar first heard of the obscuras running wild in New York, she knew she had to find him. When she heard that he was dead, she began asking some questions of the aurors who had done it. They told her about how they had blasted him into oblivion, and they seemed quite proud of it too. She asked what form he had been in, and they told her he was in obscuras form, giving her all she needed to know to figure out that he was still alive. She knew that if any witch or wizard were to find out about his survival, he would be hunted down and killed. She knew she should turn him in, but couldn't. She remembered being young and controlled by her 'freakish' abilities. She had thought herself worthless, and didn't have any strength left to carry on. Then one day all of that changed when she was found, and brought to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. She knew that she could give this boy the same fate, but that he needed to trust her. She knew that she could track him, just needing some DNA. , Although she was quite happy when she found some DNA, her happiness was short lived when she realized that is was from blood on a belt. Obviously this meant that he had been abused at home, which was going to make this whole trust thing particularly hard. She had tracked him down to Boston, and into the bar where he was drinking his money away.
Now she lead him out of the bar and to the apartment she was renting. She snagged a couple of wallets on her way out of the bar, but nobody noticed. Or if they did, they were just too drunk to react.
"You can take the couch, I'll get you some water." Credence nodded groggily, lying back on the pillows and slowly closing his eyes. When Charity got back with a glass, Credence was already passed out. She smiled knowingly. He may look peaceful now, but when he woke up he'd feel like hell. She went into the bedroom and climbed into her bed with a sigh. Today had been exhausting. She looked at the money she had stolen, it should just be enough to get to London.
Credence
Credence woke up vomiting and with a pounding headache. He moaned in pain and slowly opened his eyes, squinting from the sun. He looked around him and was confused for a minute before memories of last night came rushing back. He tried to sit up and promptly fell back on the couch, groaning as his head swam.
"You awake?" avoice asked from the kitchenet. He recognized the voice from the previous night.
"Charity?" he asked.
"Yup, how ya feeling?"
"Like shit. How many drinks did I have?"he asked, trying to remember. Charity smirked,
"About five for as long as I was there," she answered. He put his head in his hands,
"I blew all of my money didn't I?"
"Yup, but don't worry, I stole enough for us to get to London. We'll take a boat, there's one leaving tomorrow. That should give us time to pack, and you to sleep off your hangover."
"Okay," Credence said, trying to concentrate on the conversation at hand. This was proving difficult though because of the pounding headache that would not go away. "Once we get to London, don't let me near a pub, bar, or any alcohol!" Credence begged, holding his head. Charity laughed quietly at that, not wanting to make his headache any worse. Charity told Credence to stay on the couch and drink lots of water while she packed some essentials. He thought about the past week for what must have been the hundredth time. He still couldn't bear to let his thoughts linger on the name Percival Graves, but found his mind drawn there. How could Graves have betrayed him like that, and why? And how did Graves not know that Credence was the obscuras? He couldn't figure it out, no matter how hard he tried. He decided to try to focus his thoughts elsewhere, and soon found himself dwelling on Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Queeny Goldstein, and Jacob Kowalski. He didn't remember much from when he was in obscuras form, but he did remember them. They had been so close to pulling him back. - back to reality, back to the light. Then the Aurors had come, and everything was a blur. He felt his headache beginning to die down, so he decided to try walking. He got up and walked over to the kitchenette where Charity was shoving anything that would keep into her bag.
"Hey Charity?" he asked
"Yah?" She asked.
"What's the plan once we get to London, what are we going to do?" Charity considered this for a minute.
"I'm not quite sure. We'll need to get you a wand, and probably some spell books. I had a few ideas, but I'm not sure how much you'll like them."
"What are they?" Credence asked warily, not so sure if he really wanted to know.
"Well, we could try just winging it, but that will most likely end in disaster. We could try the Ministry of Magic, but you would most likely be killed. I think our best bet is looking for the people who were trying to help you before," she explained.
"You mean Newt, and Tina, and Queenie?" Credence asked.
"Yes, them. That is if you're okay with it. I think it's our best bet."
"Yah, I guess I'm okay with it," he said warily, not thrilled about the prospect of having to trust even more strangers.
"Well," Charity said slinging the bag over her shoulder. "Time to go!"
I hope you guys liked it! If so, then you will be happy to know that these chapters will be considerably long. If not, then leave now. ;) Have a good one!
