Author's note: Hello everybody! Hopefully this gets posted, I've been having trouble with the site not letting me upload. I absolutely love 'Fantastic Beasts' and have a few ideas on what I hope will be in the next film, so I've started writing them down. Hope you like where I'm going with this, I always appreciate feedback.

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Newt stayed on the viewing deck of the ship, watching the Statue of Liberty slowly shrink as he moved farther and farther away from New York City.

He never would have guessed that the short time he'd spent in America would have changed him so much, but Newt knew, he was not the same wizard who had arrived in New York merely a week ago.

Sighing, Newt slowly turned to make his way below deck to find his cabin, hoping he'd be alone. He needed to check on his creatures regularly, and it was not easy, trying to ensure some muggle roommate would not spy him entering and exiting his case.

New York had certainly been a surprise, he thought as he moved slowly down the stairs. First Jacob, Newt hoped his friend had been able to get his bakery. Queenie, of course, knew he'd given him the silver occamy eggshells, and told him she'd let him know if she ever found out where it would be. Officially speaking, she wasn't allowed to go near Jacob, of course, but Queenie was determined. She was certain Jacob wasn't a threat to the wizard world, and she wanted to find him again. Newt hoped her endeavours would end well, and made sure to tell her of the different laws of wizarding and muggle relations in Britain.

Then there was Tina… Newt couldn't help but smile as he thought of the auror who has arrested him. Perhaps he even owed his niffler a 'thank you' for that, Newt considered, doing his best to avoid people jostling past him in the narrow corridors, some already looking sea sick as the floor rocked beneath them.

Tina was certainly one he would miss, Newt knew, and he hoped he hadn't been too forward, taking the liberty of tucking her hair behind her ear at the docks. But she did say she'd like to see him again, he reminded himself, remembering her radiant, tearful smile. That was a good sign, surely?

And then there'd been Credence. Newt felt grief fill his heart at the thought of the poor Second Salem boy. Raised by a cruel woman who beat him for having magic, he'd become an obscurial. The most powerful one Newt had ever heard of. It hadn't been Credence's fault, any of it, and yet Madam Piquery had still ordered his death. She hadn't seen the boy who had been a victim of a loveless upbringing, only the Obscurus, which threatened the Statute of Secrecy, risking exposure. A threat that had to be stopped.

When the real threat had merely been imprisoned.

Newt frowned as he thought of Grindlewald and the intensity of his eyes as he stared at Newt with pure loathing.

"Will we die, just a little?" He'd asked mockingly. And Newt had wondered if Grindlewald was also a legilimens like Queenie, for he had indeed felt himself die a little, watching Credence be attacked, unable to save him. Just like he'd been unable to save the girl in Sudan.

Newt doubted that MACUSA could hold Grindlewald for long, and had sent letters to both his brother and Albus Dumbledore, informing them of all that had happened in New York. He'd told his brother, as being head of the Auror department at the Ministry, Newt felt his brother should be informed. Even if Macusa sent out an international memo, Newt knew Theseus would also want to hear from him.

And he'd written to Dumbedore because he felt he wanted to share Credence's story with him, as well as the news of Grindlewald. Theseus, he knew was much like Madam Piquery: who cared about some dead threat when there was one still alive? But Dumbledore, he knew, would understand Newt's feelings about the matter.

If only they'd been able to save him, Newt sighed again as he finally found his room.

Newt remembered seeing that last final wisp of the obscurus, appearing to move of its own accord, fleeing out the opening in the subway system, and his heart hoped that, somehow, Credence may still be alive.

But surely the odds of that were-

Newt froze.

He'd just opened the door to his room, and he realised that he did indeed, have a roommate. The young man sat on the bed, one small bag his only luggage, and his eyes were wide with recognition as he regarded Newt warily.

"Credence?" Newt whispered.

"Hello," the young man answered cautiously, regarding the man who had tried to help him in the subway with a mixture of fear, hope and relief.

"You're alive," Newt knew he was stating the obvious, but he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Yes," came the quiet answer, and Newt could see Credence was already flinching, like a wounded dog, anticipating a strike.

Newt smiled in immense relief, which caused some confusion to Credence. People didn't usually smile around him.

"I'm so happy you're alright, Credence," he assured the boy and surprise flashed across Credence's face. He had no memory of anyone saying they were happy he was anything.

Newt quickly entered their room, locking the door behind him, and placing his suitcase on the floor of their cabin before taking a seat on the small bed opposite Credence's.

"We thought the MACUSA aurors had killed you," Newt began.

"So did I," Credence nodded. "But I was able to leave-"

"In your obscurus form," Newt nodded.

"That's what it's called?" Credence asked and Newt nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"I travelled around the city until I found someplace safe to rest. An ally behind the library. It took a couple of days before I got my body back. Then I decided I should leave New York. If those people thought I was still alive…" Credence began rocking slightly on the bed and Newt slowly moved to sit beside him, placing a hand hesitantly on his shoulder, for he knew as well, that if MACUSA knew Credence lived, they'd see him as a threat and try to finish the job. Credence appeared to lean in towards Newt, as if yearning for more contact.

"I thought I should leave," Credence haltingly continued, "this was the next ship leaving the country, so I went back to Ma's place and found my adoption papers," here, he pulled a wad of folded paper from his pocket, "to get myself a passport. I found Modesty. I asked her if she wanted to come with me, and she said 'no'." Credence bowed his head. "She's afraid of me, now. I took her to an orphanage, and gave her Ma's money. I'd withdrawn it all. It wasn't much, but she'll be okay. With me meant to be dead," Credence explained at the look on Newt's face, "and Ma and Chastity dead, Modesty inherits everything. No more Second Salemers," he finished, a bittersweet edge to his voice.

"It was kind of you, to try and provide for your little sister," Newt told Credence. He'd certainly thought things through well enough.

"It's my fault she's an orphan again," Credence mumbled, tears rolling down his cheeks as he shrunk in on himself. "I'm a monster."

"No, you're not, Credence," Newt gripped the boy's shoulder firmly. "You are not a monster. You are a good person, who has been punished for something you can't even help. And that is not your fault."

Credence continued to breathe shakily, but his tears stopped flowing as he gazed at Newt.

"Let me help you," Newt offered gently.

"Mr Graves said he'd help me," Credence stated, his voice empty.

"That was not Mr Graves," Newt told him. "That was a man named Gellert Grindlewald. He was impersonating Graves, as he tried to use you." Newt took a breath, as a shocked, choking sound escaped the younger man's throat and it occurred to him that this information may have been too much for Credence. He may have been the most powerful obscurial Newt had ever encountered, but he had still spent most of his life in the muggle world, with a mother who had tried to squash his spirit.

"I'm so sorry," Newt spoke up again, trying a different approach. "I just realised I never introduced myself: Newt Scamander."

Confusion filling his eyes, Credence, carefully took the proffered hand.

"Credence Barebone," he replied cautiously. "You're Tina Goldstein's friend?"

"Yes, that's right," Newt answered quickly, averting his gaze, his eyes landing on his case.

"She was nice," Credence whispered, remembering the only person who had ever done him a kindness, without expecting something in return.

"Yes, she is," Newt agreed with a smile, his mind racing to find the best step to take next. "She'll be so happy to hear you're okay, Credence," Newt assured him.

Credence avoided Newt's eyes, preferring the idea of staying dead, but still wishing he could see the kind, dark haired woman again.

"Credence," Newt began, an idea forming in his mind. "Do you still want to be a part of the wizarding world?"

Hope began to fill Credence's dark eyes as he nodded, throat too tight to speak.

"Then I have something I want to show you," Newt announced. Taking out his wand, he cast a muggle repelling charm on their cabin door, so they wouldn't be disturbed. Then, with Credence watching hungrily, he magically untied his case, opening it on the floor of their room.

Credence felt his jaw drop as he watched Mr Scamander climb down into the briefcase.

"Come on," Newt called up, gesturing for Credence to follow.

Force of habit caused Credence to hesitate, but only for a moment, and he was soon eagerly following Newt down.

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Newt watched as Credence slowly descended the ladder into his shed, as he set about preparing the food for his creatures.

"Could you carry this for me please?" Newt offered a bucket to Credence who accepted it hesitantly, confused but curious.

"Come on then," Newt invited, throwing open the door of his shed and picking up the wheelbarrow just outside, "this way."

Credence felt his jaw drop as he followed Mr Scamander out the door and into what looked like a large zoo. Or at least, what he thought a zoo would look like. His Ma had never let him visit the New York Zoo. Still, he had an idea of what it was like. But he imagined that it would pale in comparison to this extraordinary place, inside a suitcase, of all things. Strange creatures flew, ran and scampered about him as he tried to keep up while wishing he had time to look around at everything.

Newt watched Credence carefully as he led the young man around the different enclosures of his case, feeding the creatures, checking their health and he was gratified to see Credence, while nervous at first, begin to relax as the learned fear on his face gave way to wonder. Credence seemed to particularly like the friendly mooncalves, and watched in amazement as they jumped around, plucking the floating pellets from the air as he spread their meal out in front of them. Carefully, Credence reached out and stroked the soft wool coat of the mooncalf nearest him. The mooncalf turned and Credence flinched, only to have the mooncalf nuzzle closer, wanting more pats. Slowly, a smile appeared at the corners of Credence's mouth and he resumed running his hands down the neck and back of the fluffy mooncalf.

Smiling, Newt felt his idea has gone rather well, as he marvelled at the effect his creatures were having on Credence, an effect he understood all too well.

"That's what I've always liked about creatures," Newt spoke up from examining a pregnant female mooncalf. "Creatures don't care who you are or what you've done. Just treat them with respect, and they'll do you the same curtesy." He sighed. "Why can't more humans be like that?"

Credence's eyes darted to Newt nervously, and he swallowed.

"You said…" he began hesitantly. "In the subway: you said you knew a girl who was…like me?"

"Yes," Newt answered carefully. "I met her when I was in Sudan a few months ago. She was eight years old, and the only witch in her village. The other villagers, while not magical, new what magic was, and were afraid of her. Her family, not knowing, I suppose, that she could go to a school where she could learn to control her powers, instead tried to tell her to not use her magic, fearful she'd be attacked. And in doing so, she developed what's called an obscurus. Like you, she would try and suppress her magic, until it built up so much it exploded out of her whenever she got angry or scared. When she accidently killed her parents, her village imprisoned her. That's when I found her."

Newt looked up to see Credence staring, hanging on his every word.

"I'd heard rumours of a 'black curse' in a village whilst I was studying the Nundu," here, Newt gestured to the great cat with an inflatable air sack around it's throat in a nearby habitat. "When I went to the village, I found the girl, and was able to confirm she was an obscurial. I had never met an obscurial before, but knew the stories. No obscurial has been known to live past the age of ten, so I knew she wouldn't survive long. I thought if I removed the obscurus from the girl, it would help her survive." Newt hung his head. "But it didn't work. The obscurus can't survive without their host, and it attacked, not only me, but the girl as well. It killed her."

Newt took a deep breath.

"I was able to capture the obscurus though, keep it contained," Newt finished. "I hoped to study it, to learn about it, so that if I ever met another obscurial," he raised his eyes to Credence, "I wouldn't make the same mistake."

"So, you can't take it from me?" Credence asked hesitantly, gesturing to his chest where, Newt presumed, the obscurus dwelt within him.

"No," Newt answered. "It would kill you, Credence."

Credence whimpered as he began to shrink in on himself again. Was he doomed to keep hurting people, until this thing inside killed him?

"However," Newt continued quickly. "I'm very impressed at your level of control, Credence. As such, I have another idea."

"What's that?"

Newt smiled. "Simple really: you learn magic."

"What?" Credence stared, a small frown of confusion forming on his face. "You- you can teach me? But I thought…"

"Everyone who has magic within them can learn to control it," Newt told him. "For most of us, we're able to go to school, where we learn to control our magic and use our powers properly. However, as you have been supressing yours, quite successfully, as you apparently never even received your letter to go to Ilvermorny." Newt wasn't quite sure what he was saying now, but the theory rolled off his tongue, and it seemed plausible enough. No obscurial, to his knowledge, had reached the age to receive a letter to school, so how had Credence been missed? Most likely, Newt supposed, because he'd suppressed his magic so much that it hadn't been detected until it began to burst out from him when he grew older.

"But now, I can learn?" Credence pressed, hope filling his eyes.

"I think that the reason your magic bursts forth so much is because it doesn't have a proper outlet," Newt mused aloud. "So, if we were able to teach you how to focus that magic of yours, so you can use a little bit when you want to," Newt waved his wand and magically gathered his equipment back into the wheelbarrow as a demonstration, "then we can siphon off the obscurus bit by bit, as it were, until your magic is under your control alone."

Credence stood up, stumbling slightly in his eagerness. "You really think you can help me?" He asked Newt. "Why? Why would you do that for me?"

Newt regarded Credence pensively as he considered the question.

"Because you need help," Newt answered carefully, trying to be as honest as he could. "And I want to help you. I know what it's like to be different," he admitted, "And no one should be ashamed of being who they are."

Hope slowly lit up Credence's dark eyes, as he heard the sincerity in Newt's words.

"When do we start?" He asked.

"Now, if you like. We have a long voyage ahead," Newt smiled as Credence nodded eagerly. "Though, I admit I'm no expert myself. I think I'll also send a letter to my old school professors," Newt added. "They can maybe give you extra lessons." Newt picked up his wheelbarrow as he led the way back to the shed. "I'd love for you to visit my old school. Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in the world, Credence," Newt told him proudly. "You'd love it."

"What's it like?" Credence asked.

Newt smiled as he sat down on a bench outside his shed, gesturing for Credence to join him.

"Alright, lesson one," he began. "Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry."

Credence sat close to Newt, ready to hang on his every word.

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Standing in front of the small bakery, Queenie was so happy to see all of the customers leaving with their arms full of breads and pastries. Jacob was clearly doing well, making the baked goods he loved, and Queenie was so proud of him.

It had taken her weeks to locate the right place, as, while the bank had apparently accepted Newt's gift as collateral, it still took time to start up a new business. Queenie had spent all of her free time, wondering around New York City, reading the thoughts of the people around her, trying to figure out if they'd discovered a new bakery in the area. Tina had done what she could to help, giving her the name of the bank Jacob had originally visited, and the location of his apartment building. It had certainly helped to narrow down the search area, but still, 'Kowalski's Quality Baked Goods' had been open for almost a month before Queenie had found it.

Approaching the window, Queenie looked inside, trying to catch a glimpse of Jacob, and eventually she saw him, standing behind the counter, smiling at his customers as he worked. Queenie couldn't help smiling too, finally being able to see him.

She knew, officially, she shouldn't be anywhere near here. American magical laws stated that it was illegal to fraternise with a nomaj, except for daily business. And this particular nomaj had seen too much of the wizarding world.

"I just don't want you getting hurt, Queenie," Tina had told her in concern. Tina may not have Queenie's gift, but, as her sister, she still knew what Queenie had been planning. 'Or arrested,' she'd added in her mind.

But Queenie was determined. She'd never met a man as sweet as Jacob Kowalski, and she had seen his mind, he'd felt the same way she had.

"I'll come with you," she remembered offering that day on the subway steps. "We'll go somewhere. We'll go anywhere."

And while Jacob had bravely refused, she could see that he was sorely tempted. He hadn't wanted to forget her. He hadn't wanted to forget any of it.

Still gazing through the window, Queenie's eyes widened as she finally noticed the shapes of some of Jacob's pastries. She could see a niffler, an erumpet, a demiguise…

She'd learned from Newt's mind that the swooping evil venom specialised in removing bad memories. But while things like getting arrested by MACUSA and seeing the obscurus would have been bad for Jacob, he'd otherwise had only good memories of his time with magic. And seeing the little creature-shaped pastries gave Queenie hope that, maybe, he hadn't forgotten everything.

He just needed help filling in the gaps.

Luckily, being a legilimens, Queenie could help do just that.

Reaching for the shop door, Queenie had to pause.

Should she really do this? She looked again at how happy Jacob was. He'd had his dream of a successful bakery. What right did she have to take him out of this? Would he even want to remember the magical world? Remember her?

With all the crowds on the street outside, Queenie couldn't focus on Jacob's thoughts, and so decided that she'd go in and listen carefully. If he couldn't recognise her, or reacted badly, she'd leave him in peace- her heart clenched painfully at that prospect. But, she told herself, if he could, somehow, recognise her, remember her, then she would help him get his memories back.

And they'd leave America, if needed.

'Don't get too ahead of yourself, Queenie,' she told herself. 'First things first.'

Taking a breath, she opened the shop door and walked in, breathing in the warm, comforting smells of breads, fruits and spices.

The shop was full, and Queenie wondered over to a shelf, pretending to look at the breads for sale, while trying to focus on Jacob's mind. She'd never really liked crowds, as all the spoken words mingled with the thoughts and it was sometimes difficult to tell the difference. But, once Queenie was familiar with a person's mind through regular contact, she could often focus on finding them even over a large area. Tina's mind, which was as familiar to Queenie as her own, she could detect over quite a large distance.

Jacob, she could focus on easier, now she was in the same room. And she could sense his contentment and pride, at seeing how happy his customers were with his pastries. But he wasn't currently thinking about anything relevant to what Queenie was after. How could she tell what he remembered?

Thankfully, a woman who was at the front of the line was admiring the demiguise pastries on display, marvelling at the strange, novel shapes.

"Where do you get your ideas from, Mr Kowalski?" She asked.

"I don't know," Jacob smiled. "They just come."

Finally, Queenie saw a glimpse of magic in Jacob's mind: he could see the demiguise, Dougal, shuffling along a shopping mall, carrying a handbag. And again, sitting calmly in his hanging basket bed from a tree.

But the images were disconnected. They were like a wizard's photograph: Moving, but only capturing that single instance, with no real context to know what happened before or after the moment was captured.

But he did remember something. As the customer moved away, the shop emptied slightly, and Queenie felt it was time to really test Jacob's memory.

Would he remember her?

Turning, Queenie caught the baker's eye, and was rewarded as Jacob did a double take. Queenie had taken care to wear her pink coat and hat, just as she'd done when she was with Jacob the last time, hoping it would help trigger a memory.

As she approached the counter slowly, she could tell Jacob was feeling a sense of déjà vu, and was delighted as her face appeared clearly in his mind: laughing at the dinner table, making eye contact through a closing doorway dressed in her sheer silk dressing gown, and smiling while wearing a glittering, pink, flapper dress.

Jacob believed the visions of her were only dreams, but Queenie couldn't help but smile delightedly. He did remember her! She hadn't been forgotten.

Jacob's hand trailed absentmindedly to the scar on his neck left by the murtlap, and again, he saw her in his mind, sitting across from him at the dinner table.

He smiled. Still unsure about how she was real, but delighted that his dream girl had appeared to come to life.

"Hello Mr Kowalski," Queenie greeted cheerfully. "Your bakery's turned out beautifully."

"Uh, thank you," Jacob responded with a grin, standing up straighter, trying to look good for her, which only made Queenie's smile grow wider.

"How can I help you today, Miss…?"

"Goldstein," she supplied. "But you can call me Queenie. Queenie Goldstein."

"Queenie," Jacob's voice trailed off as he felt another rush of Déjà vu, then he realised he was staring, and mentally berated himself for being unprofessional.

"I'm sorry-"

"It's okay honey," Queenie assured him and finally, she saw a clearer memory in Jacob's mind:

"it's okay honey. Most guys think what you was thinking first time they see me."

Jacob shook his head slightly, as if to clear it, but Queenie couldn't help but giggle delightedly. Already, his memory was returning. His memories could come back fully, she was sure of it.

But as the bell jingled to signal more customers coming into the shop, Queenie figured it was enough for now. She'd been able to find Jacob's bakery, and realise he still had some memories of magic, even if they were disjointed to the point where he thought they were dreams.

Still, the fact that he had some memories gave her hope that he could be reached.

'Slowly, though, Queenie,' she told herself, remembering that she only had ten minutes left of her lunchbreak remaining, and Jacob still had a bakery to run.

"Could I have one of those, please?" She pointed to the little demiguise pastries in the display case.

"Of course," Jacob smiled eagerly as he got one out for her, and Queenie got another wave of déjà vu from the baker as he placed the demiguise pastry in a bag for her.

"I'm sorry, but, have we met before?" he asked her as she paid for her purchase with some of the nomaj money she and Tina kept around the house. "I've got this weird feeling that I know you from somewhere."

"Well, maybe you do," Queenie answered cheekily, "and something made you forget."

"No, no, no," Jacob shook his head. "I'd remember you."

"Well, maybe part of you does," Queenie put forward gently. "And that's why I seem familiar."

Jacob tilted his head slightly as he processed this perspective, and was curious to find that he liked the idea of knowing this beautiful, mysterious woman from somewhere.

What he didn't like was the idea that he was forgetting something important, and his chest tightened slightly, as if trying to remind him, but his brain just couldn't place it.

"Never mind, honey," Queenie told him gently. "We have plenty of time. I'll come see you tomorrow, okay?"

Jacob nodded slowly, already counting the time in his mind. Then he realised that he hadn't spoken aloud. How had she…

Queenie threw a cheeky smile over her shoulder as she opened the bakery door.

"See you tomorrow, Jacob!" She called as she left.

Jacob nodded, lifting his had to wave goodbye, albeit a little too late. Slowly he let out a breath, already looking forward to tomorrow.

Queenie left Jacob's bakery with a little skip in her step that had nothing to do with the little demiguise pastry she carried in her paper bag.

Jacob had remembered her! His memories were disjointed, true, the swooping evil venom clearly had taken its toll, but if the memories were still there, they could resurface.

Queenie knew what she was planning on doing was illegal, but she didn't care. Jacob was the sweetest man she'd ever met, and now, knowing that a part of him remembered her and wanted to remember more, only strengthened her determination to help him get his memory back.

She had to write a letter to Newt, she realised.

She needed to learn more about the non-magical relationship laws in England.

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Author's note: So, what do you think?

I remember seeing that little wisp of the obscurus moving on its own in the aftermath of the subway fight, and knew that was important. Then I heard of a cut scene where Credence was getting on the same ship as Newt. It had been cut due to the fact the director didn't want the premise for the next movie to be so obvious. But, I figured, if Credence really was on the ship with Newt, they'd surely meet, and I was certain Newt would try to help him, using his creatures, of course. Then, I remembered that we'd be seeing a young Dumbledore in the next movie, and realised: who would be the first person Newt would go to for help teaching Credence magic? His old professor, of course! Dumbledore, I figured, would likely jump at the chance, possibly seeing a little redemption for himself after losing his sister, Ariana…

But I'm getting ahead of myself, sorry.

Please leave a review, and let me know what you think!

P.S: to those waiting for updates on my previous stories, have no fear, I have not abandoned them. The muse just hasn't been striking for a long time. But, I hope with writing this new story, the muse will start to come back regarding my old ones.