Chapter one:
It was a warm day in the Scotland mountain sides.
Newt Scamander, a man in his late twenties who wore a long deep blue trench coat over brown vest and white long sleeved button up shirt. He wore long worn pants and dirty boots. A old, tattered from love and use suitcase in his right hand, his ginger hair blowing in front of his lively green eyes that were taking in his surroundings. A smile was spread across his freckled face. He was exploring the mountain sides when he heard a creature roar in pain and he immediately scurried towards the noise, ignoring any signs of danger.
A large drake was laying in the valley below him, seeming to be in pain.
He ran down the steep hill, almost tripping several times. When he had reached it, he started looking for injuries and shushing it. "Where's it hurt?"
It watched him, its eyes not fearful.
A smaller one about the size of a terrier poked its headed out from behind it and gingerly approached Newt curiously.
"Oh, hello little one!" he said softly, giving it a smile before going back to looking for why the drake was hurt.
When he turned away it leapt forward and stuck its head in his pocket, snatching his wand and then scurried off.
The large one swiftly got to its feet, knocking Newt backwards and grabbed the back of his shirt in its mouth and started to drag him into the dense forest.
He was caught completely off guard. (who would have guessed a wild dragon would be dangerous?!) "Wha- what? You're not hurt? Let me go!" he shouted after the shock had worn off.
It snorted in reply and kept going. It finally released him in the center of a pack of drakes as they circled about watching.
He slowly got to his feet and stared at them cautiously.
They seemed to talk amongst themselves until they came to a decision. The one that dragged him here, nudged him gently towards a vine covered wall face.
"Wha...?" he mumbled, almost falling down. "What do you want me to do?"
It snorted and kept pushing him gently towards it. It stepped ahead and pulled the vines aside with its head revealing a passage into a cove of beautiful flowers.
From standing where Newt was and peeking in, he could see something huddled in the center of them all. He slowly stepped forward, careful not to anger the drake, or scare whatever it was leading him towards.
It stayed beside him.
As he got closer, he saw more of the figure.
It appeared to be a young girl, no older than seven. Her hair was a fiery orange brown, her clothes were filthy and tattered. She was seemingly asleep.
The drake looked at him then at her and back at him.
"A girl..? What's she doing all the way out here?" he looked at the drake. "You want me to... help her, right?"
It nodded to confirm his guess.
She seemed to slightly stir when she heard his voice. She blinked awake and her eyes landed on him. They were a golden brown color.
"Hello dear. I'm here to help you." he said in a soft, sweet voice. "Are you alright? Do you know where you're from?"
Her nose twitched at him, much like an animals'. She slowly sat up into a position like a wolfs'. She cocked her head slightly at him.
The young drake approached and left the wand at Newts feet.
He gave her a smile. "Let's just start with a name. Do you have one?"
Again she didn't reply and cocked her head the other way.
He pocketed the wand and stared at her. "Do... do you understand me at all...?"
She blinked. She kind of nodded. She tested a word. "Na...me..." she mimicked him from earlier.
"Yes! Name!" he exclaimed. "It's what people call you. My name is Newt."
"Ne-wt..." she repeated. She hummed. "Na-me..." she shook her head as she touch her chest.
"Hmmm... then what should we call you..." he looked around at the flowers surrounding them.
They were so pretty, but wild looking. "What about... Lily? Tiger Lily?"
"Ti-ger...ily..." she repeated. She gave him a small smile. "Iger ily! Iger Ily!"
He laughed. "Close enough."
She grinned happily. "Newt! Iger Ily!" She was beaming at him happily. The drake seemed content with this and left them be.
"Alright Tiger Lily, why don't we head out? We need to find your family."
She cocked her head. "Fam-ily here."
"Did these dragons raise you?"
She shook her head. "Many fam-iles."
"So... you were raised by... lots of creatures?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"That's... going to make it a little hard to find your birth parents then..."
She cocked her head again. "Par-ents?" she asked curiously. She rather liked Newt so far.
"You know, Mom and Dad? The people who gave birth to you?" He looked over at the Drakes. "Come on guys, help me out here."
The Drake explained to Lily the best it could.
Lily still looked at little confused but nodded. "No parents... I have families?" She looked concerned.
"Do you guys have any idea who, or more importantly where, her parents are?" he asked the Drakes, even though he couldn't understand them.
They shrugged in their dragon like way.
Lily did the same. "Never knew them." Lily told him.
He stared at her for awhile.
If she didn't have a home, maybe he could watch over her, at least until he found someone to adopt her. Children couldn't be too different from animals, right?
Lily watched him when all of a sudden a loud bang echoed through the forest. She squeaked and leapt into the air, catching a branch above her and pulling herself into the tree. "Danger! Death! Danger!" she yipped at Newt.
Newt drew his wand and turned to face where he thought the sound had come from.
(Lily belongs to me!)