'It has been three weeks since we moved in with Mr. Graves, and I still don't understand why we had to move here. We were perfectly fine living in Mr. Scamander's case with his creatures.' Credence thought as he explored the old the old house.

It was as he passed some old portraits that he remembered something important.

'Today is my birthday… Mr. Graves and Mr. Scamander said we should celebrate, but I've never celebrated my birthday before.' Credence thought as he idly walked down the halls of ' home looking for something to do. Thinking back to his previous birthdays, he only remembers the pain his mother would cause him each year for being the child of something so… unnatural. He turns his thoughts to better things, wondering what one does at a birthday celebration.

He stops when he comes to the library. Mr. Graves had told him it was filled with books about magic that his family had collected through the years. Perhaps he could find a book about some of Mr. Scamander's creatures. Credence is browsing through the large stack of books when he hears it. A rattling sound starts coming from the desk at the end of the room. It begins rather quiet and at first Credence thinks that he imagined the sound until it rattles again, this time much louder.

It only takes him a moment to decide to open the desk drawer; after all, what if it is one of Mr. Scamander's creatures? Mr. Scamander would be most upset if he didn't help them. With that thought in mind, he opened the drawer to free whichever poor creature had been trapped.

As soon as he opens the drawer something dark flies out, the room grows dark, and he hears a very familiar voice. It was the voice of someone he knew to be dead, the voice of someone he killed. It was his mother's voice.

"What do you think you are doing, Credence?" she spoke in her accusing voice.

"M-m-mother-" he stuttered.

"Do you really think that man wants you here? Do you honestly think they aren't making plans to kill you at this very moment?" she says.

"M-mr. Scamander w-wouldn't, he-" Credence started as he began backing into the corner, trying to get away from the woman.

"He what? Cares about you? Don't make me laugh. You are a MONSTER, Credence. Why do you think that Graves man invited the two of you to live with him? He wants to keep an eye on you so he can come up with an excuse to end you." she stated with surety.

"T-that's not-"

"Don't interrupt!" she shouted as he begins to cry, rocking back and forth and trying to block out the sounds of his mother's voice.

Percival was in the middle doing paperwork when it happened. One moment he was reading reports about a group of kids home for Christmas that did magic in front of a No-Maj, and the next he was apparating to his house, as the wards had alerted him that Credence was hurt.

Percival quickly unlocked his door, silently cursing the anti-apparition wards as he rushed to get inside. Once inside he could hear Credence screaming, as well as another voice he did not recognize. He rushed as fast as he could towards the sound of Credence and his attacker.

It was only after he arrived at the library and faced the woman that he realized what had happened, because upon entering the room the woman changed into an all too familiar face… Grindelwald.

"No one saw the difference…no one noticed you were gone-" taunted the boggart with Grindelwald's face.

"RIDDIKULUS!" shouted Percival, changing the boggart into a bug. Before it could change again, Percival squashed the bug beneath his foot.

He turned to Credence to tell him it was safe, only to find the young man curled up in the corner crying. Percival slowly approached Credence.

"Credence? Are you okay?" Credence continued to cry as Percival got closer. He wrapped Credence in a hug.

"It wasn't real, Credence. It was just a boggart. I promise it's gone now; it can't hurt you." As Percival spoke, Credence started to shake harder.

"Do you want me to get Newt?" Credence nodded.

"Alright. I'll send Newt a message. I'm sure he'll be here soon."

With a few words, Percival summoned his patronus and sent it off to Newt, hoping he would come home quickly.