Okay, finally, I have gotten around to writing a different Disney AU. This is going to be a Gramander Pocahontas AU and I hope everyone enjoys it.

Please read and review ?

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Picquery was giving her best politician smile, Graves noted in amusement, as the MACUSA envoy met with the Minister. "We are honoured that you have allowed these negotiations to happen. I believe they are long overdue."

It was polite, with just the barest hint of an insult in it. The Minister obviously noticed, but chose to remain strong and neutral. Glancing around, Graves tried to take everything in.

The British Ministry was truly a beautiful place. Whilst more simplistic than MACUSA headquarters, it held a sense of mystery that drew Graves in.

Although…. The sight of an apple being eaten by an unseen being threw him off slightly.

"And of course, you remember my Director of Magical Security and head of our Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Director Percival Graves."

Upon hearing Picquery's introduction, Graves stepped forwards and bowed his head. "Minister. It's a pleasure seeing you again."

"And you Director Graves. Madame President, I was hoping to talk to you about these negotiations in private, just to set up a schedule for the upcoming weeks."

Picquery nodded, but before they could move away from the main group, she spoke up. "I'm afraid I must insist on keeping Credence with me. This is all very over-whelming after all."

"Can none of your Aurors' stay with him?"

"No."

Slightly startled at the firm tone in the President's voice, the Minister clearly resisted the urge to take a step back.

"Alright. If there is truly no-one else who can help…. Follow me."

Watching as the President and Credence followed the Minister to his office, Graves found himself backing away from the rest of the group, hoping to see a little more of the large building (despite the distrustful gaze of the British Aurors').

"Sir? Sir, where are you going?" Tina hissed, eyes darting around as she kept a careful on the British Aurors', "I'm sure we're meant to stay here."

"I'll only be gone for a few moments… cover for me."

"But Sir- "

Before Tina could protest any more, Graves shuffled away, sticking to the shadows.

…..

He was definitely being followed.

Keeping his eyes focused in front of him, Graves continued to stride through the Ministry. Though he spotted several distrustful gazes, no-one had actively decided to follow him. Once again, his hand clenched in preparation to grab his wand.

Thinking quickly, he moved towards a deserted corridor and cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself, pushing himself back against the wall and waiting.

…..

Newt frowned.

He could have sworn that he saw Director Graves make his way down this corridor… and yet he was nowhere to be found. Keeping a tight hold of the suitcase, he crept cautiously forwards, eyes darting from side to side…. Until suddenly, there was a wand pressed against his neck

…

Wow.

As the young man who had been following him turned around, Graves couldn't help but scan him up and down admiringly. Red hair framed the thin face perfectly, as green eyes (which were wide in alarm) stared back at him.

Mentally, Graves made a note to count each freckle one by one, before he slowly lowered his wand and re-holstered it.

The young man seemed visibly shaken, taking a step back as Graves stepped forwards. When Graves decided to take another step, the young man turned and ran down the corridor.

"Wait!" Graves yelled, racing after him, "Wait!"

…

Newt raced down the deserted corridor, hoping to hide in an abandoned room. Almost reaching the end of the corridor, he darted towards a door on the right. As he grabbed the door knob, he heard the Director behind him.

"Please don't run off…" the other man whispered, prompting Newt to turn around, "… I didn't mean to startle you."

…

Director Graves held out his hand and gave the young man a reassuring smile, "I'm sorry…" he apologised again, "… I didn't mean to scare you back there. Auror reflexes, you know?"

The other man just stared at him, nervously glancing between Graves's face and outstretched hand. Having a wand pointed at his neck must have been an un-nerving experience, so Graves didn't take it too personally.

Eventually, the other man seemed to come to a decision and reached out to shake Percival's hand. Almost as soon as their fingers touched, the younger man pulled his hand away with a gasp, as though he had been shocked.

Deciding not the push the issue, Percival kept up the reassuring smile. "I'm Percival. Percival Graves…. And you are?"

There was a slight pause, before the young man flushed. "Newt…" he muttered, "… Newt Scamander."

Briefly recognising the name, Graves frowned in recognition. "As in… Theseus Scamander's brother?"

When Newt nodded, Graves resisted the urge to swear. Whilst he and Theseus had an amicable relationship, trying to court his younger brother might spoil it.

Damn.

….

Theseus kept a careful eye on the MACUSA agents in the Ministry of Magic centre. They were beginning to look impatient as the preliminary talks between their President and the Minister… and that weird kid who was with the President.

Not that he was going to be doing much talking.

The MACUSA agents were getting tenser and tenser as they observed British aurors watching their every move.

All it takes is a spark to light the fuse.

"Hey, what are you doing?" yelled a MACUSA agent as he pushed a blonde female behind him, glaring at a poor assistant who'd merely glanced at the pretty lady.

The blonde seemed to know this, trying to pull the American man away, insisting that the young man who had been staring at her, wasn't thinking anything lewd.

But the American didn't believe her.

As he took another intimidating step forwards, several British aurors came to stand by the assistant, pushing him behind them.

"I'd step back if I were you…" stated Auror Potter, "… the kid didn't do or say anything. There's not need to over-react."

A female, American, Auror, with short brown hair stepped forwards and tugged on her colleague's arm. "He's right…" she muttered, glancing around and noticing the tension in the room, "… you're over-reacting. He didn't say or do anything."

There was silence, before the male American Auror shook his head and glared at the British aurors surrounding them. "I can't take this… I'm going crazy here."

"I know, but we can't- "

The female stopped in her tracks when a sudden beam of red light hit the poor assistant, stunning him as he fell, unconscious, to the ground.

Nobody heard anyone utter a charm. Nobody saw anyone remove their wand from their holsters… and yet everyone assumed it was one of the American visitors.

There was a sudden flurry of movement, as everyone withdrew their wands, all aiming at the opposite nationality as Auror Lestrange checked the assistant over.

"Just a stunning charm…" he announced, turning his glare on the Americans, "… go on, which one of you cast it?"

Silence.

Before Lestrange could lose his temper, somebody else spoke up.

"What is the meaning of this?!" exclaimed the British Minister, stepping past Picquery and her silent partner, as he rushed over, stepping in between the two groups, "Why is Weasley on the ground?!"

Almost immediately, the two groups of Aurors began to speak up, each one trying to be heard over the other.

"ENOUGH!" The minister spoke into his wand, an amplifying spell causing his voice to echo throughout the main chamber. "All MACUSA agents will report to their assigned rooms, and for God's sake, will someone take Weasley to the hospital wing. He can't do his job unconscious."

…

"This is no ordinary stunning spell…" the medi-witch sighed after the examination was complete.

"I beg your pardon?"

"This is not a simple stunning spell. Whoever cast this, has tweaked the spell in such a way that a rejuvenating charm won't help."

The Minister and Theseus both stared down at the unconscious body of Weasley lying on the bed.

"They've only been here a few hours…" Muttered Theseus under his breath, "… and already, we have an injured man."

"One." The Minister shook his head, "And I don't intend for there to be anymore."

As he strode out of the Healer's wing, the Minister turned to Theseus. "Sent a message out to every employee we have…. No-one is to interact with the Americans outside of the negotiation process."

…..

Oblivious to the conversation, Newt and Percival sat side-by-side in the deserted corridor, with the Demiguise on Newt's lap…. Glaring at Percival.

"I don't think your Demiguise likes me." Stated Percival, keeping a careful eye on the creature as Newt chuckled.

"Don't take it personally… Dougal's a little bit protective."

Percival chuckled as the Demiguise nodded, keeping his eyes on Graves. Suddenly, Percival felt a frantic movement in his pocket.

"Hey!"

Reaching in, he pulled out a Niffler… judging by the guilty look, it seemed as though it was the same Niffler as from the streets of London.

"Is this one of your… friends?" he asked, amusement in his voice as the Niffler shoved the stolen gold coins into its pouch.

Newt rolled his eyes and gently grabbed the Niffler, turning him upside down as a river of gold coins fell out. "Pest…" he muttered affectionately, tickling the Niffler's belly to encourage more coins to fall out, "… if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. Keep your pilfering paws off other people's stuff!"

When Percival reached over to stroke the Niffler, he soon back away when he felt an invisible presence slap his hand. "Hey!"

Before Newt could apologise for the Demiguise (Percival thought Newt called it Dougal), Graves came to a realisation.

"It was you in the alleyway!" he blurted out, "And your Demiguise must have been the one who almost caused me to fall over!"

Newt flushed at this. "I did mention he was over-protective didn't i?"

"Well… you don't need to be worried of me."

Dougal just glared at him.

"Stubborn, isn't he?"

"Very stubborn."

Once again, Percival felt a rummaging in his pocket, but before he could grab the little thief, it scurried out of his pocket… his compass in its paws.

"Oi!" yelled Newt as he tried to catch the creature, only to miss and sprawl on the floor.

Graves couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, waving his hand in dismissal. "It's alright, he can't damage it."

The Niffler was determined to prove him wrong, banging the compass against the hard floor, which prompted Graves to flinch and try to grab the Niffler. "Hey! Now you can give it back!"

The Niffler seemed smug as it scampered out of reach, ignoring Newt's orders for him to give the compass back.

Shaking his head, Graves waved his hand in dismissal, "It's fine, he can keep it…. Consider it a gift!"

The Niffler seemed pleased by this, tucking its treasure into its pocket and patting it in self-satisfaction.

Newt shook his head at this, smiling shyly as Percival shrugged at him.

"Was that a compass?" the red-head asked.

"Yes… my Father bought it me when I graduated and started my apprenticeship as an Auror. I've never really used it, to be honest. It's more for… sentimental reasons."

"… I'm sorry. Can you get another one in New York?"

"Definitely. They're very common amongst no-maj's."

"What's New York like? I've always wanted to go there, but with the war and then Theseus…. It's just never happened. Although, I think I will need to go soon. Once Frank's healed I'll need to bring him to Arizona."

Graves frowned, "Frank?"

"Oh! He's the Thunderbird I rescued from poachers."

Chuckling, Graves shook his head. "You wouldn't even get past customs. Not with a dangerous creature like that."

For the first time in their conversation, Newt seemed something other than shy…. In fact, he seemed slightly annoyed by the statement.

"Frank isn't dangerous…" he insisted, "… those who you call dangerous are often scared and threatened!"

"You only think that because you haven't met a truly dangerous creature! You wouldn't be saying this if you came face-to-face with a Nundu."

Newt frowned at this, reaching over to grab his suitcase and pushing himself to his feet. "If that's how you feel…" he muttered, heading towards the door that led into the main hall, "… But you are being very small-minded about creatures."

As he went to leave, Graves rushed over to stand in front of him. "Wait, wait, wait! You don't understand! We're just trying to pass these laws to protect the British people. Only by killing these creatures can you- "

"- Killing them?!"

"Just the dangerous ones!"

The Newt that stood before him was so different from the one he had initially met…. This one looked as though he was contemplating using the harshest charms against him.

"If America had its way…." Sighed Newt, "… you would kill all creatures…. Even the ones who have posed no threat to wizarding society or anyone else."

"I- "

"- Let me past… now!"

"Not until you let me explain!"

Newt shook his head, and managed to sidle past Graves, and headed towards the main hall, clinging to his suitcase.

"Newt, please don't do this… I didn't mean what I said, I didn't mean to upset you."

"No… but you did mean what you said."

Having stopped just before the door, Newt sighed wearily and pulled on Grave's arm. "Come on…" He pulled Graves into an abandoned room, placed the suitcase on the floor and opened it up, "… there's something you need to see."

Graves watched as the skinny, young man climbed into the suitcase, and when he didn't follow immediately, a hand peeked out and gestured for him to hurry up.

Although it went against all his instincts, Graves obeyed, clambering down a long ladder until he was in a small shack. During the time it had taken for him to enter the suitcase, Newt had removed his coat, showing off long slender arms, scruffily framed by unbuttoned shirt cuffs.

He was standing by a cluttered desk, squeezing something into a long, thin flask. "Come on…" he muttered, "… I know you've still got a little bit left love."

"Ummm, what are you doing?"

Keeping his eyes on what he was doing, Newt smirked. "This… is what the natives call a Swooping Evil. I believe that it's venom could have useful properties in regards to memory. It could be more powerful than Obliviate."

Before Graves could say anything, Newt flicked his wrist and a terrifying creature, green and thorny with fangs, came shooting out at him, snapping before shooting back towards Newt.

Too shocked to speak, Graves almost missed Newts' smirk, frowning when the younger man muttered an apology under his breath.

"Come on…" Newt chuckled, grabbing a bucket of chopped up meat, "… I need to feed them."

When he opened the door, the sounds of growling and squawking could clearly be heard, causing Graves to straighten up and smooth out his clothes. However, as soon as he left the small room, his breath rushed out of him in wonder and amazement.

Whilst the weather was stormy and dim, the beautiful flying high above them was anything but. The Thunderbird was golden in colour, staring down at Newt who was softly encouraging them to come down.

As the Thunderbird lowered itself to a rock, the storm passed and the sun began to shine. Graves watched in amazement as the Thunderbird (who must be Frank) lowered its head and allowed Newt to softly stroke it.

"He's why I want to go to America…" Newt stated, "… Frank needs to go home."

As Graves stepped forwards, Frank shrieked in anger and fear, prompting Newt to spin around and hold out a hand in warning. "Oh no, don't come any closer. He gets a bit nervous around strangers."

Calming Frank down, Newt smiled softly. "He was trafficked… I found him in Egypt, he was all chained up. I couldn't leave him there, I just couldn't…. I'll get you home one day Frank, to the wilds of Arizona!"

Tossing a treat up into the air, the pair watched as Frank flew up and caught it, flying to his nest as Newt smiled fondly.

After a couple of minutes, Newt turned away…. And bellowed, making a strange animal sound as he rushed over to a desert environment.

As Graves followed on behind, he resisted the urge to grab his wand…. There were so many illegal creatures living here. And yet, none of them attacked, they simply glanced at him in slight curiosity before turning back to what they were doing.

Newt bellowed again, before grinning in excitement. "Here they come!"

"Here who comes?"

"Graphorns."

In the distance, Graves saw a large creature race towards them, causing him to take several steps back in alarm. "Newt!"

"You're alright! You're alright!"

As Newt dragged him back to his original place, the younger man allowed the large creature to touch his face with its… tentacles?

"Hello…" Newt muttered happily, "… Hello."

As a larger Graphorn appeared on the rock nearby, with two calves scampering around in curiosity, Newt beamed. "These are the last breeding pair in existence. If I hadn't saved them, then that might have been the last of Graphorns forever."

Graves couldn't help but frown a little at this. The baby Graphorn was very cute…. But they were still illegal!

As Newt threw the Graphorns their food, Graves decided to learn more.

"So… you rescue these creatures?"

"Yes, that's right. Rescue, nurture and protect them… and gently try to educate my fellow wizards and witches about them."

Wincing slightly at the disapproving look on Newt's face, Graves decided to remain silent, following on behind the younger man as they strode through a cave hole, which was bigger on the inside.

As they strode past the dripping walls, a small, three-headed snake creature hung down from the ceiling. One of the heads had a cone on, hissing at Newt as they went pass.

"Don't hiss at me like that…" Newt scolded, "… you know why you've got the cone on. When you stop biting your brothers, then I'll take it off."

As they continued to move forwards, Percival thought he heard a much larger sounding hissing coming from right behind him…. Wisely, he chose not to turn around, and kept his eyes in front.

After leaving the cave, they wandered over to a small tree in a sunnier area of the case. Covering the tree, were small, green creatures that were crawling along the branches and up the trunk.

"Wow…" Graves muttered under his breath. He had never been so close to a Bowtruckle, especially not ones as healthy as these ones. They tended to attack anyone who got so close to their home tree.

Newt smiled softly at this, pulling another Bowtruckle out of his front pocket, and holding him towards the tree. "Go on…"

The Bowtruckle backed away, causing Newt to chuckle. "He has some attachment issues." He explained, "Now come on Pickett."

Pickett still refused.

"Pickett… no, they're not going to bully you, come on."

Still nothing.

"Alright…. But this is why they accuse me of favouritism."

Before Newt could get too comfortable, there were the sounds of cheeping behind him, causing the young man to spin around. "Alright, alright, don't worry…. Mummy's here, Mummy's here." Lifting one into his hands, Newt quietly examined it.

Leaning over Newt's shoulder, Graves shook his head in amazement. "Occamys. I've never seen them…" Quickly stopping himself from saying 'alive', Graves took a deep breath, "… living so freely. We see them a lot with poachers because of their eggs."

"… Would you like to hold one?"

As Graves spluttered and stuttered in surprise, he slowly held his hands out and allowed a occamy to be placed on his palm, smiling as it chirped at him. "Wow…" he whispered, making sure that the occamy was secure in one hand, before using his other to try and pet the creature on its' head… only for it to snap at him.

"Oh no, don't pet them…" Newt scolded, "… they learn to defend themselves early because of their eggs."

"Oh, I'm sorry I- "

"Don't worry about it…" Gently lifting the occamy into his own hands and placing it back into the nest, Newt smiled gently at Percival, "… would you mind feeding the mooncalves for me?"

"You have mooncalves in- What am I saying, of course you do. Yes, of course I'll help."

This time, Newt beamed and handed him a bucket full of pellets. "Great, they're just over by Achi."

"Who's Achi?"

"The Nundu."

Percival could practically feel himself grow pale, especially when he saw the creature walk onto a large rock. Giving the Nundu a wide berth, he slowly made his way over to the mooncalves, watching as the Nundu roared and began to playfully bat at the diricawls.

"D-does she always run free like that?"

"All of my creatures live in peace with one another…" Newt grunted, pushing a large wheelbarrow of meat up towards the Nundu, "…why shouldn't I let her run free?"

"… Because she's dangerous!"

"No. I've stood face to face with her numerous times, and she hasn't hurt me once…"

Judging by the familiarity between Newt and the Nundu (who was making a low rumbling sound), Percival couldn't help but believe him, and decided that Newt probably knew what he was talking about.

"Okay little guys…" he muttered, smiling as the mooncalves surrounded him, bobbing up and down eagerly as he tossed the pellets into the air, "… I really can't believe I'm doing this."

"Now do you understand?"

Percival turned to face Newt, staring into the younger man's eyes as he realised what newt was referring to.

"Now do you understand why I have to protect them?"

"…Yes.." Percival nodded, as he gently grabbed Newt's hand, "… Yes, I do."