Newton Scamander, age 17, struggled to keep one foot planted. He sat behind the old rusted dumpster shivering in the cold, a thin blanket wrapped around him tightly. A noise startled him awake.

"Brother, look what I found!"

Theseus Scamander, age 24, ran to his younger sibling holding something in a wet bag. He slumped down next to his brother, and handed the bag to him. Half of some old stale bread sat in hand.

"It's bread, I found it behind Kowalski's baked goods, you know, that pastry store! Eat it, it's good."

Newt looked at his brother mournfully. He didn't feel hungry these days, he was just tired. He laid his head back down curling up closer to the dumpster behind him to block out the cold autumn evening. Theseus sighed, he patted his brothers shoulder gently, his eyes wandering down to the mangled foot, guilt taking over.

8 years ago, Newt and Theseus lived with their father, Aldrich Scamander. He wasn't known for being nice or caring, often hurting both children when angered. He would beat Newt, when he was drunk, would force Theseus to do more chores than he could handle.

One difficult night, Aldrich forced his way through the front door. He yelled about his wife who had left him, storming up the stairs. Theseus did his best to protect his younger brother, holding him close, hugging him tightly against himself. The door flew open, Aldrich looking at Theseus, with bloodshot eyes.

"You filthy fucking boy, move!" Aldrich, screamed at Theseus, spit flying everywhere. He grabbed the older son by the neck, squeezing it before throwing him aside, his head colliding with the wall,

Aldrich, stepped towards Newt, grabbing him by the neck, his hold tighter than when he held Theseus.

"I asked you to clean the house!" He spat, "Did you clean the house boy!?"

Newt shook his head in fear, he didn't, he couldn't. Everything still hurt from last beating, why didn't he understand?

Aldrich's lip raised in a snarl, his hold tightened. "Stupid fucking boy, you never fucking listen do you!?" He threw Newt to the floor, hatred in his eyes as he grabbed Newt's leg and twisted the foot. A sickening wet crunch ripped through the room, Newt's screams soon flooded in, Theseus suddenly saw red. He grabbed the first blunt object he could find, an old glass and metal trophy, bashing it into the nearest breathing thing.

Aldrich maneuvered Newt's beaten leg to take the brute of the attack, the foots flesh was destroyed and crushed in an instant. Newt, blacked out as Theseus, pummeled his father to a pulp.

Once the red faded, Theseus finally realised what he had done, tears stained his eyes, fear took him over.
"N-No no, I didn't he's not."

Theseus checked his father's pulse, feeling a weak beating, he quickly dialed 999 into the old landline, he balled on the phone everything before packing a backpack with clothes, food, money and medical supplies. He grabbed Newt, and ran out the front door into the streets.

Days passed where the brothers survived off of the little food they had, Newt's foot wrapped and cared for daily. Theseus had snuck him and his brother on a ship to America, hoping to start a new life there. It had seemed like a good plan at first, they got a room at a motel for some time, before running out of money. Now here they were, on the streets of the big apple, begging and digging through rubbish to survive. This was not the life Theseus wanted for his younger brother.

He looked at Newt, 8 years since they ran, 8 years spent scared and alone. Theseus wondered if he should call child services to take him to a proper home. He was still a minor, it would work out. But Newt would be crushed without his brother, they had avoided police and government officials on Newt's calls. Recently, Newt had caught something leaving the boy weaker than usual. He couldn't eat without gagging, he woke up late and had trouble standing. He was scared and worried his brother would die on the streets, and he wasn't prepared for that.

Theseus settled to petting his brothers messy hair, keeping him comfortable as he nibbled on a small portion of the bread.

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Percival Graves had passed by the same alleyway everyday for the past 5 months. He had noticed 2 boys spending a lot of time there. He had to assume the worst, going into the alleyway multiple times to find nothing, yet the boys continued to linger in the area. He worried for them both. Wondering why they were outside so often. He stepped out of his toasty SUV grabbing a pair of handcuffs and a few other items.

He couldn't hesitate this time, If the boys were there, they'd hear him and run like every other time. He had to move fast.

Quickly he rushed forward bumping into one of the boys, he grabbed an arm, and cuffed him quickly holding him down on the ground. The other boy had tried to run, but Percival was quick to react, grabbing him by the collar of his loose shirt before he could escape. He quickly ushered them to the SUV locking them in the back before giving a long breath of relief. He had finally caught the two, now to figure out who they were.

He looked through the window, the boys held close to each other. He noticed one was older, he had blue eyes, and dark brown hair, it was a bit overgrown and curled. The other boy was slimmer by far, his right foot looked terrible, his eyes were a green brown one of them misty and greyed, small amount of blood lingered on the edges of the other eye, he wondered what had caused it. His hair was much more of a mess than the others, bangs covered part of his face. He pulled his phone out texting, officer Abernathy.

"Need you to do search on two missing boys, one may be 20, the other 15."

He closed his phone tucking it back in his pocket before getting in the car. He turned the key and hit the gas.