Author's Note: This whole world belongs to JK Rowling, I just love to live in it

Introduction

"Newt, Newt, where are you?" a voice called across the garden. The boy, Newt, who had previously been laying on his stomach having a very serious conversation with a garden gnome, looked up, startled.

"Yes Mother," the boy called back, winking goodbye to his small companion. He stood up, brushing dirt off his knees and ran towards the house. It was a bit of a job since the Scamander family gardens were vast, his father, a famous herbologiestkept all kinds of magical plants in his vast greenhouses. Sometimes Newt though that his father preferred the company of the plants to that of his family for he could usually be found plotting along his gardens, complaining about how someone had stepped on one of his precious plants.

Finally, a little winded, Newt reached his mother who was standing on the patio waiting for him.

"Aw good there you are," his mother sighed, her glance falling to his dirty knees and the small rip in his shirt. "Your Hogwarts letter came today."

Newt smiled, accepting the envelope from her. It was not exactly a surprise, the Scamander family had been attending Hogwarts since its foundation, except for a second cousin no one talked about who had been a squib and gone to Eton.

In fact, Newt's mother had taken him shopping for his first year supplies the week before with his brother Theseus, telling him that it was silly to put it off since they knew he'd be admitted and the supplies were always the same anyhow.

"We'll have a special dinner tonight to celebrate," his mother said, smiling

"Can Elizabeth come?" Newt asked, his mother winced, not looking at him.

"I'll ask," she said, patting him on the head, "we'll eat at nine, make sure you wash up," and she left, probably on her way to visit her Hippogriffs.

Newt looked down, studying the ground more seriously than a boy his age would normally. Elizabeth was his younger sister, three years younger to be exact. She'd been born a little different from the rest of the family, she had never seemed to keep up mentally with those her age and was prone to emotional fits. The family had decided it would be better to send her to a muggle institutions the specialized in those kinds of cases. The institute she was sent to was in central London, one of the best in the country, the doctors there had said this was normal, that she was developmentally delayed and would be for the rest of her life. Newt had taken it very hard when she'd been sent away the summer before. Elizabeth had been his constant companion, joining him on ever adventure and since she had left he had spent a lot of time wondering why her magic had not been able to fix her. Maybe now that he was going to Hogwarts he would be able to find out.