Hello! I am an avid fan of Fantastic Beasts and there just isn't enough Fantastic Beasts Fanfiction out there! (Especially Whump/Angst fics, but that's a different topic for a different day :] )

I promise my other fics are getting worked on, but while you wait you can enjoy this! :]

Set approximately one month after the events of the first movie.

- Ren

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Newt grimaced as he held his wand at the ready, case absent from his grip as he had placed it underneath the pile of discarded wood planks that occupied a corner of the shadowy alley he was currently in.

The magizoologist was being pursued, and not by anyone with good intentions towards him.

It had been a month since the events in New York, and Newt had been back in Britain, visiting Diagon Alley to pick up a copy of a book he was interested. Newt had been making his way to the bookshop when one of his many informants clued him in on an animal poacher that was selling their captures from a shop in Diagon Alley.

Of course Newt had to save those poor creatures that were being held by the poacher.

After finding the shop and saving the multitudes of wounded and near dead creatures from their cramped cages and boxes and entrusting them to Dougal to place them in sufficient habitats, Newt had made his getaway from the dank basement where the creatures had been kept.

But as always, things didn't go quite as planned.

The poacher had caught sight of Newt as the magizoologist had clambered out the window, and gave chase.

As Newt got cornered in a dead end alley, he had hidden his case as he looked around, keeping an eye on the entrance of the alley as he waited for the poacher to come barging through it.

Which was why he was unprepared as a spell was shouted from behind him.

"Stupefy!"

Newt's eyes widened before he felt the spell hit him, his limbs freezing before he toppled heavily to the cobbled ground beneath him, head hitting the ground with a loud crack, pain erupting from his skull as darkness filled his vision.

The poacher stood over the now unconscious magizolgist, nudging the limp body with a black boot, before sighing angrily.

"God damn samaritan made me lose at least a month of sales." The poacher fingered the wand in his pocket, before deciding against doing anything more, and briskly walking from the alley, leaving the unconscious magizoologist on the ground behind him, a thin line of red dripping from a wound on his head.

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Newt groaned as he opened his eyes, bringing a hand up to clutch his head, bringing it away with red stained fingertips.

The man confusedly stared at his bloody fingers, bringing the hand up to gingerly poke at the throbbing injury on his head, feeling that his skin had split and was leaking blood.

Newt looked around from his spot on the ground, sitting up as he spotted the handle of his beloved case underneath a pile of wood.

He shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts, moving to pull the case from its spot underneath the planks, throwing it open and descending into the depths of the magically enhanced case.

As Newt walked through the shed and out into the world he had created, he felt a pang of worry over his missing memories. He had nary a clue as to how he had ended up with a sluggishly bleeding wound in a run down alley in who knows where.

Newt doubled back to the shed as he remembered his wound, pulling a bottle of Essence of Dittany, using a small amount to close his wound before corking it and placing it back on the shelf.

As Newt walked out of the shed, his eyes were drawn to Frank's enclosure.

Newt felt his eyes furrow in confusion and worry as he noticed how... unused the enclosure appeared. As he glanced around, he saw nary a feather of the Thunderbird. Newt called for him.

No reply.

Newt felt his heart constrict as the realization that Frank was gone dawned on him.

Thinking of his memory loss, Newt dashed to the desk in the small shed, picking up the open newspaper that laid beside a pile of notes, searching for the date that would be listed on the top of the articles.

January 3rd 1927

"January 3rd...?" Newt brought a hand to his forehead, horrified. "The last date I remember... was December first."

Thinking of Frank, Newt knew he had planned to take him to Arizona.

Collecting his things and climbing out of the case Newt knew what he had to do.

Go to Arizona and ensure that he had managed to get the Thunderbird to his natural habitat.

The magizoologist clambered out of the case, getting to his feet and picking up the case snapping the latches shut as he quickly made his way out of the alley, recognizing the crowded alleys and shops as Diagon Alley.

As the confused and disoriented magizoologist rushed down the crowded street of Diagona Alley with his case full of creatures clutched securely in his grasp, he didn't notice the slight breeze that knocked the newspaper from its rack, the paper fluttering through the air, unfolding as it landed on the ground, revealing the other side of the front page of the newspaper. A picture of Newt Scamander, taken as a mugshot with the title; "Magizoologist Newt Scamander who was taken into custody last month before saving New York, faces Grindlewald conspirator claims"

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As Newt leant against the rail of the boat he had boarded, headed to America, he gazed out across the dark waters that reflected the starlight from the blackened night sky.

Newt felt his fingers tighten on the handle of his case, sparing it a glance to ensure the creatures were safely contained.

With a sigh, the lanky man turned and began making his way across the deck of the boat, running a hand through his curly hair as he walked to his room, shutting the door behind him as he walked to the middle of the room.

Settling the case upon the floor, Newt opened the case and quickly descended the ladder, deciding to use the time he had on the trip to New York to take stock of any missing or new creatures that were in his case.

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I know this is short but the next chapter will be longer :)

-Ren