I couldn't find any Mpreg that weren't three chapters long and really vague, so I wrote this myself. This was a lot of fun to write. My beta finally managed to convince me to rewrite the movie with Jacob and Newt as well as the rest of the ships. I hope that you enjoy reading this.

PART ONE

North America was approaching fast, which Newt Scamander was very glad for. His hand reached instinctively down to check his case as several tourists that he had ridden with on the boat passed him, looking at the monstrous copper statue that marked the U.S., as the U.S. The latch on his case flipped open and upset mutterings echoed out. The British Wizard picked up the well-worn case and placed it in his lap, after he flipped the latch closed to ensure that nothing would get out. "Dougal," he said with a small smile, "we won't be long." A smile creased his face as he heard the creature scamper back off to attend to his duties. Getting off the ship was easy, he just waited until the others had left before he finally descended down onto the inspection area. A short line lay ahead of him, which was easier for Newt. A strong male voice called out the word, "next!" causing Newt to snap out of his thoughts and back into the real world. He handed the rather unattractive man his passport and looked off to the side, his mind still buzzing with what he was to do next whilst in North America. Pages flipped quickly as all of his papers were reviewed. "British, huh?" the man asked in a thickly accented voice, sounding rather unpleased with everything.

"Yes," Newt said in affirmation, hoping that their encounter would be over soon so that he could carry on with his work.

"Bus trip to New York?" he asked.

"Yes," Newt replied again.

"Is there anything edible in there," the ugly man asked, gesturing to the case with his hand after he had handed the British wizard back his passport.

"No," he winced as the latch fell open, but he hurriedly shut it and rambled his usual excuse, "ah, I've been meaning to get that fixed," which was true, but not in the way that the man would think. The inspector sighed and demanded that Newt place the case up for inspection. The animal-collector complied, hitting his switch before he turned it around and allowed the man to open it. All that he found was the normal things that a person would normally travel with. Normally, if they were not part of the Scamander family and especially if you were the younger brother in the Scamander family. The inspector closed the case and nodded to him, allowing the British man to carry on with his journey. He walked down the aisle of people, careful not to make eye-contact with any of the other people that were lined up to go through what had just happened to Newt.

The New York streets were nothing like the ones back home. It was much too crowded for Newt to really enjoy the sights of the city. His titch acted up and his head began to tilt sideways, closer and closer to his shoulder. A large crowd lay ahead of him as he walked, he took in a deep breath and walked over to the crowd. The lady preaching was louder than the rest of the street, which was something that was very hard to do over the mutterings of people and the rumbling of the automobiles. As he walked, Newt was drawn to the crowd in a strange way, there was a small pulling sensation in his gut. It dragged him to something, but he wasn't sure. His shoulders bumped into a woman and he ducked his head, "Sorry about that," he muttered, trying to avoid eye contact with the other person. She just shifted awkwardly and hid further behind her coat collar, which was stuck directly up in the air. She held a hotdog that smelled too much like artificial for Newt, the fact that it was covered in some sort of unholy yellow condiment didn't help in the slightest.

As the feeling in Newt's stomach grew stronger, so did his nervous tick. The preaching voice that echoed down the street rang in Newt's ears, but up until that point he hadn't been paying much attention, the words, "Witch's live among us!" caught his attention and he looked up at the woman. She was wearing drab clothes and her short brown hair hung around her unattractive face, drawing attention to it. Her mouth was shaped oddly, giving her another characteristic that Newt would not soon forget. "You," the woman said, pointing her head, as well as her finger at the British Wizard, for a moment he considered just turning and running away, but he froze instead. "Friend. Are you a Seeker?"

Newt smirked, but kept his head ducked, "I'm more of a Chaser really," he replied, smiling to himself as he thought of his school days on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. The woman obviously had not heard him and began to ramble about witches being present in New York once again. The latch flipped open on the Hufflepuff's case, but he did not notice this time, intent on watching the mad woman speak. His eye was caught by a black figure perched on the stairs. Newt felt his heart begin to race as a man pushed past him, causing both of their cases to almost hit the ground, "Sorry about that," a gruff voice said, making the pulling sensation in Newt's gut grow stronger. He shivered before following with the an up the stairs, but for a different reason then the man. His heart still pounded as the man remained in his view, but he chose to ignore it as he made an attempt to capture the small Niffler. The small creature evaded him by teleporting into the bank. Newt felt his shoulders fall as he continued up the dozens of stairs.

He flew into the bank and was then perplexed as what to do next. His eyes darted from left and right, looking for his small creature. It seemed like there was no sight of him until the Hufflepuff spotted the Niffler, making a pass at anything that he could find that was remotely shiny and easily removable from purses and cases. He lunged for the creature but was stopped by a stern-looking man dressed a pressed suit. The tugging feeling erupted in his stomach again, stronger than it had before, even when the man had bumped into him. "I was just waiting," he commented his nervous tick acting up again. He ran over and sat by the man that had bumped into him earlier.

The man was nervous, nervous enough that he was wiping his hands on his pants to rid them of the nervous sweat that coated them. His face was pale and he looked more than uncomfortable in his warm suit. "What are you here for?" he asked in a voice that was a little less gruff and a lot more nervous than it had been the last time that the young Hufflepuff heard him speak.

"Same as you," he said through his thick accent, still looking over his shoulder and around the room for the Niffler that had escaped from his case.

"You're here to get a loan to start up a bakery?" the man questioned, raising his palms up from the position that they had been in before. "What are the chances of that?" he asked, though Newt was no longer listening as he leaped up off of the bench and began to race after his Niffler.

Newt felt like grinding his teeth together when he saw the creature sitting in a pile of gold muggle coins. He looked around left and right before making the moves to apparate, but before he got the chance the muggle that he had been sitting by only moments ago. "Hey mister," the muggle said, but Newt was only half listening. He caught sight of the niffler on the other side of the golden gate. He grabbed hold of the muggle and aparated down the stairs before he grabbed the egg, shoving his wand in his mouth so that he could hold it.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Newt muttered to mostly himself, the muggle standing next to him was too spaced out and confused to say much of anything. He stuffed the Occamy into his pocket before he continued to race down the hall. He stopped at one of the corners, pressing his back against the sharp wall, making sure that the muggle guard could not see him, as it would be more work for the British wizard to Obliviate another person today.

He held his breath for a moment before he raced around the corner, dragging the young Muggle with him. He came across a large door, locked with a few easy to open locks. He pulled out his long, skinny wand. It was a rare wand, one that did not held a dead animals magical entity. It held one Griffon Feather that had fallen out of the one of the wings from the Griffons that his father and mother had kept when he was a young boy. "Alohomora," he cast, smiling as all of the locks spun and turned to reveal a very happy Niffler sitting on one of the drawers that was no devoid of all sorts of gold.

"So," a strong, annoyingly loud voice called from behind the two men, "You'll just steal the money then?" he asked, before he pressed the alert button, which sent another annoyingly loud noise to begin to ring through the bank. Newt rolled his eyes but wasted no time.

"You," he scolded the small magical beast that was sitting in the drawer, "need to remember that you have a nest of very shiny things that you are allowed to touch, but you have to keep your paws off what doesn't belong to you!"

He picked up the Niffler and shook it upside down, causing all of what he had stolen while running around the bank out of his pouch. Several things that would have been too big to fit into a small pouch such as his fell out, making the Muggle that stood behind him squeak and become even more freaked out. As soon as the Nifflers pouch had been emptied, three guards that Newt could hear caught up with the alarm and tried to catch them, but the British Wizard grabbed the Muggle and apparated quickly out into an alley.

The Muggle began to turn in confused circles, asking half questions and the rest of it was just a breath that he was trying to catch. Newt set down his case and grabbed both of the Muggles lepels and straightened them, taking out his wand from where he had shoved it up his sleeve. "You, sir, have seen too much," he said, ignoring the nagging feeling in the bottom of his stomach and in the back of his mind.

He hesitated for a moment, listening to the feeling that had been lingering in the back of his mind, but because of that, the Muggle had enough time to swing his case and hit Newt directly in the head, causing the Wizard to black out for a few moments.