The curtain had been drawn around her glass cage, the only light was scattered between the bars above her head breaking apart the dirty water. She reached up with a pale hand and the chains around her wrist tightened as her fingers brushed to the top of the bars a foot above her head,
The Siren's blonde hair flowed around her and obscured her beautiful too-thin face and she glanced down at her own cramped body. Scales stretched down her chest to her waist and spread until they became a long delicate tail.
Several meters of dull scales and weakened skin with scars stretching across the length of her once elegant tail that had been folded around her in an attempt to fit into the too-small prison.
Her pale skin was scarred and ripped, white lines spread across her back that disfigured the delicate beginnings of scales that spread down her sides. A black muzzle had been strapped across the lower part of her face, locking her jaw shut.
She waited in the dark; a faint nose could be heard but was muffled by the water. Someone approached, their silhouette just visible and the curtain was thrown back with a flourish to reveal a man with a freckled face and tousled hair, he had a kind face but his eyes where frozen with rage.
He pulled out a wand and slashed it through the air and the manacles fell from her wrists and the glass shattered. The Siren fell to the floor in a flood of water to slip to the feet of the man in a blue coat. The scales slipped from her body pooling on the floor and the tail fell away to reveal long pale legs. Her long hair fell past her waist and stuck to her shivering body as she lay naked at his feet.
"You're going to be fine, My name is Newt Scamander," he pulled off the blue overcoat and wrapped it awkwardly around her shoulders. He wasn't used to people as he tended to annoy them, he fumbled awkwardly around the naked beauty
He knelt before her and a freckled hand reached out around her neck to unbuckle the muzzle, it fell to the floor with a thud. She gasped a breathe, her eyes wide in shock as her mouth was freed.
A Siren's most dangerous asset
"Thana, My name is Thana," Newt nodded and helped her stand on weak legs, shaky like a new born fawn. She clutched at his shoulder as they walked back through the circus and she pulled the coat tight around her body weakly.
Footsteps could be heard as wizards ran towards them, Newt moved to pull out his own but Thana stopped him gently with a delicate hand. She shook her head
"Cover your ears," she whispered her voice hoarse from lack of use.
She smiled, her crystal blue eyes glowing with hate and anger as she opened her mouth. The wicked grin exposed the vicious elongated canines. Her scream cleaved the earth in two; the men that had come running around the corner wands held tightly didn't have time to cry out as they fell to the floor. Blood pooled around their heads as she let them fall to the floor
Thana began to sway against his shoulder, the effort of the scream crashed down on her like a wave. Thana was vaguely aware of hands beneath her legs as Newt lifted her with ease to rest against his chest.
Thana woke up wrapped in warm sheets, the blue coat had fallen away leaving her bare against the soft linen. She glanced around the room; it seemed to be a shed that had been transformed into a living space. Shelves lines the wall,stacks of books and quills, forgotten pieces of parchment and various glass vials.
Beside her someone had placed a white shirt and a pare of men's trousers, she pulled them on quickly, unwilling to see the scars across her legs or around her wrists. Thana smiled to herself, she was free.
she hadn't seen anything other then the glass cage and awed faces for years, staring at her through the glass. The shirt fell to her knees and the trousers wouldn't stay up around her small waist, she clutched them as she ventured outside the shed. she saw the boy that she had met, talking to something in his hand
Newt Scamander was talking to a small green stick, or what seemed to be a stick except it had eyes and a frowning mouth.
"Listen to mummy, they wont bully you- it will be fine," it stuck out its tongue and Thana couldn't stop the giggle that fell from her pale lips. Newt turned and smiled to see the thin girl dressed in his clothes.
"Bowtruckle, difficult to deal with at times," he indicated the little green twig that clung to his hand, he continued
"So you're a Siren then? I've never met one before but I have read about them." He walked around the enclosure, various animals scuffled along the floor and glowing creatures buzzed around her head.
"Beautiful creatures that lure men to their deaths," he said nonchalantly over his shoulder,
"So why did you save me? you said it yourself; all we do is kill," He turned to look at her once more, no judgement in his eyes
"You needed help," he said simply and Thana, despite herself, felt a great rush of affection for Newt. She felt safe with him, there was a strange security around the man who kept so many strange and wonderful creatures.
"You can stay you know, help with my creatures." Newt smiled again, Thana watched him. she had no where to go and her tail- God her tail. she wouldn't be able to swim, she had nothing
"Please," she whispered, her ocean eyes pleading. He just nodded and handed her a pail filled with pellets
"Throw a few of those to the fwoopers, the brightly coloured birds over there,"