I changed things up a bit from the original description, with hints of a credence/graves almost relationship, Percy may or may not show up in the future.

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After passing through the baggage check, he was surprised to find Tina and Queenie waiting for him to send him off. Queenie flashed him a knowing smile after just one look.

He sighed as he thought directly to her "she can't know Queenie, no one must know heftt survived"

"Dont worry honey, I won't tell a soul I swear it. Do write though? About how it goes?" Queenie said sincerely, Tina shooting her a questioning look that was ignored.

Sighing once she decided she would just have to pester the information out of her sister later, she looked back to Newt. "Anyways, I didn't come just to send you off. Though I would have, I truly will miss you. You'll send me a copy of your book once you're finished though right?" Her smile was gentle and longing.

"If, if it would be alright, perhaps I could bring it in person. We could catch up a bit." Newt looked at his feet blushing.

"I'd like that. Uhm-as I was saying, You remember Percival Graves right? Well I guess you only know Gellert who was using a polyjuice potion. The real Percival, we found him this morning. He's very troubled and was treated very badly by Grindelwald. He should be okay, though he's very adamant on insisting to see Credence."

Newt was utterly confused. He hadn't considered that Credence had known the real Percival Graves. "I wasn't aware that they'd been acquainted? Have you told him that he was destroyed?"

"That's the thing! I've tried but he won't accept it, he keeps ranting on about how Credence is too powerful to have been destroyed and he really needs to be calm so that he can heal. Please, could you write him and tell him him about obscurials and how it would have destroyed the boy eventually? I think, I think maybe they had something going on, before Grindelwald. He cares deeply about him but he must know the truth. Please? Write to him?"

Newt looked down at his watch and made eye contact with Queenie. He made his thoughts clear and aimed them at her, knowing she was listening "I'll send an owl to him, do you trust him?"

Queenie gave a slight nod and Tina was gazing at Newt still, waiting for his answer.

Meeting Queenie's gaze, he though to her "Alright, well I suppose you could tell him the truth in private, then have him write to me using a secrecy charm."

"Yes Tina, of course I'll send him an owl. Anything to help." Newt said with a small smile.

"You better get going honey, 5 minutes before the boats due to leave port. Safe travels Mr. Scamander, I'll see you again soon. Stay in touch." Queenie said with a wink.

Newt hurried to the boat and found his way to his room. He was in a bit of a panic. Percival had something going on with Credence? Before his identity was stolen? That would mean that Credence had truly trusted him and. . and Grindlewald had no trouble getting the boy to do his bidding but what else had he done to the boy?

Pondering all possibilities, each more grotesque than the last he paced around the small room for the better half of an hour before he felt confident enough in his ability to hide his worry.

Sighing he put on a friendly face as he went to check on Credence. He wasn't in the main room. He headed towards his bedroom expecting to find him there but was surprised to find it empty, save for his niffler going through his collection of cuff links.

"Do you know where he went? I believe he has a pocketful of gold coins." Newt addressed the creature with a cunning smile.

It look up at him with bright eyes full of delight and darted out of the room in an instant. Chuckling, Newt jogged awkwardly behind him discarding his jacket as he passed through the main room.

He went in the sanctuary? Newt looked down at his pocket watch. It had only been three hours. Perhaps he didn't want Newt to know he'd been here. Slowing down as his niffler disappeared into the shallow cave that was part of the mooncalves home.

"Quite fascinating aren't they? They don't typically warm up to strangers this quickly I must say I'm impressed." He smiled as Credence looked up startled with a mooncalve in his lap and Scarla on his shoulder.

"I'm s-s-sorry sir. I shouldn't have come here." P-please, sir forgive me."

Newt sat beside him, leaning his back against the cool stone of the cave. "There's nothing to forgive Credence, it's fine. I, glad that you're getting more comfortable here. It's your home too."

Still unsure, Credence glanced at him skeptically. "You came back quick, did we board already?"

"Ahh yes, I overshot my time estimate just in case I took longer than expected. I didn't want you to worry if I took longer than expected. I did however run into Tina and Queenie, on the docks."

Credence's eyes lit up "Tina's nice. I like her. Her sister-she knows things. Is it a wizard thing? To read thoughts like that?" He defensively tried to think of just what he saw.

Newt chuckled softly looking at the mooncalves playing "No, she's got a special talent. She's a natural legilimens. It can be done with a spell but it's fairly difficult to master and it's much more invasive than hers. You'd be able to feel it."

Sighing in relief Credence scooped up Scarla and softly stroked her fur. "They didn't come to just see you off did they?

Credence looked up, his dark eyes piercing. Newt instinctively looked away.

"No, they didn't. I think-I think this will be a hard conversation. Perhaps we should go back to the main room, and have some tea?"

Credence looked worried, his eyes searching Newt's. "Okay."

Once they were settled on the day bed with tea in hand and picket on Newt's shoulder, Scarla in Credence's lap Newt cleared his throat.

"Well, may I first ask approximately when you met Mr. Graves?"

Credence's heartbeat quickened and he put on a stoic face. This has to do with Percival.

"The day after Tina attacked my mother, he approached me on the streets and said her name. I had remembered, and I suppose I wasn't meant to."

Newt thought quizzically for a moment. That had been two and a half months ago, Percival mentioned being in kidnapped a month prior to his finding.

Newt pushed himself to hold Credence's gaze and he placed a light hand on his shoulder as he spoke "Do you remember what I said about how it wasn't the real Percival Graves you knew? That it was a bad man by the name of Grindlewald?"

Credence nodded, sipping his tea.

"Well, the first month and half after you met him, that was actually him. That was Percival Graves. Did, did you notice a shift in personality?" Credence began to panic. He had known him and didn't see the change?! He was his friend! He should've known, he could've helped.

Newt placed his tea on the table and rested his free hand on the worried man's knee. "Credence, it's not your fault. He was watching Percival for months trying to figure out how to play him. He knew your-er- relationship with him. It's not your fault if anything his coworkers should've realized."

Credence looked confused. "If-if what you said. About it having been him for only the first month or so, then. All we had was friendship." Newt looked utterly confused at this. Tina had made it seem like Graves was head over heels crazy about what happened to the boy. Was that truly just a concerned friend? Perhaps-perhaps there were feelings that were repressed.

"Wait, did, I'm sorry did. Grindlewald. . . " Newt froze at the pained look on the younger mans face. "No don't answer that. I'm sorry, forgive me. May I?" Newt held his arms out eating to comfort him.

Credence rested his head on his shoulder and relaxed into the hug. Newt ran his fingers through Credence's hair. "They found him."

Credence's body stiffened.

"Percival, he's safe. He was pretty roughed up but he'll recover in no time. I suppose I should tell you-he asked about you. When they found him. Grindlewald must've kept him informed about you. He was very worried. I told Queenie in private to reassure him you are indeed fine I hope that's okay. I'm supposed to write to him. Tina's trying to get me to convince him you're dead"

Credence let out a shaky breath and grabbed Newts shirt as though he would disappear any minute.

"Credence would you, would you perhaps like to write him too? There is a charm I can put on the letter so that only he can see what it says."

He stiffened "No. No I-I, I'm not ready. I can't he-no." Credence was breathing hard and sharply as though in physical pain. Newt hadn't meant to upset him. .

Holding him tighter Newt soothingly shushed him. "It's okay Credence. It's okay, I told everyone you before you'll never have to do anything that you don't want to ever again. You're safe here."

Credence had t the slightest clue as to what he wanted. How could he know what he didn't want? Everything had changed so quickly, he wished he could go back to the way things were before-but at the same time he didn' wanted this, he wanted Newt. Yes.

He pulled back and lunged forward catching Newt by surprise, he captured the older man's chapped lips with his own in a rough persistent kiss