Summary: Tina has a nightmare regarding the Obscurus and one of her children. Hurt/Comfort.

I don't know if this is good, it seems kinda sucky to me but I felt like posting it anyway. I might continue this with other parts for the other Scamander children being featured in some way, but we'll see.

Hope you enjoy!

The swirling black Obscurus screamed and started to dive; for a split second, Newt seemed on the point of death, and he cowered where he was lying on the tracks beneath the dark force. Tina's heart caught in her throat, and she ran forwards without thinking.

"PHOENIX, NO!"

Inches from her husband's face, the Obscurus froze. Slowly, very slowly, it rose back up and swirled more gently; it stared at her, and she found herself looking back with undisguised tears in her eyes.

"Don't do this – please."

"Keep talking, Tina," Newt muttered gently. "Keep talking to him – he'll listen to you, I know he will. He's listening."

Inside the Obscurus, she could see him – their son, dark-haired and hunched over – reaching out to her; she was his mother, she was supposed to protect him…he was so desperate and afraid…

"I'm sorry," Tina found herself whispering. "I know what they did to you…I know that you've suffered…Please, stop this now…Your father and I will protect you."

The Obscurus was starting to shrink, its dreadful face becoming more human – more like her son's. He was so young, only a little boy…he didn't deserve to be hurt like this…

"That's it," She encouraged, and she saw Newt stand carefully; he, too, was watching their son, no anger but instead a protectiveness on his face. "That's it, Phoenix-"

Suddenly Aurors were pouring down the steps into the tunnel, advancing behind her and raising their wands aggressively; Tina spun around quickly, putting herself between them and her son.

"Shh! Don't, you'll frighten him!" She tried to plead.

Newt wheeled around, spreading his arms as if it might protect Phoenix. "Please, don't harm him, he's only a child-"

The Obscurus let out a terrible moan and began to swell again; Tina turned back to him, terrified. "Phoenix, please…Phoenix…"

But then the Aurors were pelting the Obscurus with spells; she could see Phoenix in the black mass, his boyish freckled face contorted as he screamed – for help, for someone to help him…for his parents.

"NO!" Newt cried fruitlessly. "No, please, you don't understand-"

The Aurors continued to aim their spells, however, their efforts unrelenting and brutal as Phoenix howled in pain. Under this pressure, the Obscurus finally seemed to implode – a white ball of magical light taking over the black mass.

The force of this change sent everyone – Tina, Newt, the Aurors – stumbling backwards. After a few moments, the power subsided – only small tatters of black matter were left, floating through the air like ruffled feathers.

Newt was the first to get to his feet, his face racked with deep-felt grief. Tina lifted her head, remaining on the floor as she watched the tatters fall – and then she started to weep, uncontained, at the loss she felt so keenly.

"Phoenix," She heard Newt mumble uselessly, looking horrified. "No…"

She woke up practically sobbing, shoulders shaking and heart beating like a jackhammer; Newt awoke in seconds at the sound, immediately turning to his wife and wrapping his arms around her.

"Tina? Tina…what was it?"

She could only shake her head, finding it difficult to breathe; it was only a nightmare, she scolded herself, just a stupid dream…

But it wasn't a dream, not really – it had happened, though with a different boy.

"Tell me, love," He murmured, cupping her face. "Please, I don't like seeing you like this; talking might help."

"I'm…I'm sorry," Tina managed to choke, burying her face into the crook of his shoulder. "Newt…Phoenix, he's…he's alright?"

"Of course," Newt said, somewhat perplexed. "It's…well, it's three in the morning, by the looks of things, so he's still tucked in bed, I'd wager."

She gave a gasp, trying to pull herself from him. "I need to see him…I need to make sure he's okay…"

He didn't stop her as she slipped from bed and rushed down the hall; instead, he followed after her and into the bedroom that belonged to their eldest son. By the time he had reached the door, his wife was kneeling by the bed – he could see that her shoulders were shaking, more tears flowing freely down her face. Phoenix was still tucked underneath the covers, his dark hair falling onto his face as he dozed on.

"He's alright," Newt told her quietly, moving forwards. "See? Fast asleep."

"Yes," Tina exhaled, wrapping her arms around herself. "He's safe…he's safe."

When he reached her, he put a hand on her shoulder tentatively and hesitated. "Come on, come back to bed and tell me about this dream you've had."

She nodded, somewhat reluctantly, and stood up shakily; she cast a final look at their son, as if unsure that he was really there, and then followed her husband out back into the hallway.

He said nothing as she clambered underneath the covers and sat with her back against the headboard, waiting for her to calm down enough to speak; it would do more harm to push her, and so he simply waited attentively. They sat in a companionable silence for a few minutes, the only sound being that of her breathing, until she cleared her throat and shifted to him.

"It was the Obscurus," Tina sighed, avoiding his eyes.

Newt frowned. "Credence?"

"Yes, but not Credence…it was…" She swallowed, closing her eyes to stop herself from crying again. "It was exactly like what happened with Credence, but it was Phoenix…he was the Obscurial."

"Oh, Tina…"

"We tried to protect him, Newt," She uttered, voice weak. "But we couldn't…they shot at him, they…they killed him, and we watched-"

He put his arms around her, shaking his head. "No, no, that's not going to happen, Tina, I promise you. It won't ever happen to him…"

"I know," Tina cried, pressing into his side. "But…But sometimes when I see Phoenix, Newt, I think that…that he looks like Credence in some ways…dark hair, brown eyes, and I…I remember Credence, if only for a second…"

He did as well, though he didn't want to admit it; Phoenix was just like Tina, from his dark hair that stuck up to his wide brown eyes – while most of the time he looked at his son and mused that he looked like his wife, it had struck him on the odd occasion that there was someone else he looked like too. It brought back painful memories that he didn't want to relive, memories of a cold dark subway and a young man screaming.

"It won't happen to Phoenix," Newt stated, almost to himself rather than her. "There's no chance of it happening because we won't let it – he would never be forced to suppress his magic, Tina, you know he wouldn't…and he certainly won't be beaten either. It won't happen to any of our children."

She clung to him in the dark, and he found him clinging back for his own comfort; though he knew that none of their children would develop an Obscurus, never be forced to repress their magic, the very thought itself was frightening. He had seen it twice now for himself – seen what such abuse could do to a child – and it chilled him to the bone.

"It won't happen to him," Tina stated hoarsely, trying to reassure herself. "We won't let it, I know we won't…but it felt so real, like he was really there…"

"But he wasn't," Newt reminded her softly. "He won't be in that position, and I'm certain of it…he's got the both of us to protect him."

She gnawed on her lip. "We couldn't protect Credence in the subway."

"We couldn't, no," He agreed, shoulders sinking at the painful flash of memory that ran through his mind. "But the circumstances were rather different; we didn't know until…well, if we had known sooner, then perhaps we may have been able to do something. But this is far different: Phoenix is our son, and we both love him – we love all of them – and he won't ever have to go through what that…that awful woman put Credence through."

Tina's eyes flashed for a moment, and he just knew she was reliving the afternoon she had attacked Mary Lou Barebone before being demoted. "No, we wouldn't do that to him," She affirmed, much more certain.

Newt took her hand, rubbing his thumb over her fingers thoughtfully. "We wouldn't," He repeated. "Our children will never be forced to repress their magic, never be made to feel that way – we'll make sure of it."

For a moment they were both silent, just sitting together in the dark as these words sunk in; finally, Tina inhaled deeply and gave a nod. "You're right. I'm sorry I woke you up over a stupid dream-"

"It wasn't stupid, love," Newt assured her gently. "I understand…I've had my own fair share of nightmares."

She didn't bother pressing – she knew what he was talking about, and it wouldn't do well to open up such scars. "I suppose… He'll be okay."

"Yes," He muttered, closing his eyes as he thought of their son. "He will."

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