Hey everybody. I had a strange idea, and I hope you like it. Modesty (you know the creepy Little adopted sister of Credence) was one of my favorite characters, especially because we don't know much about her. We don't even know if she is a witch or what happens to her after the movie. So, I did my Research and in the Warner Bros casting call it says: A haunted Girl with the ability to look into the Psyche of other People. (like that). This inspired me. And the result is part of this chapter.

Enjoy,

xoxo Leviosa

Chapter 8

"It's gonna be okay", the only words that broke through the silence. It was weird to hear an other voice than his own, after so many days alone. Was he dead or was he alive? Probably both. The sound of this voice calmed him down, just like the comfortable bed he waslying on and a surprising strength inside him. As he opened his eyes, in front of him stood a girl, in his age, maybe older. Credence winced for a second, because he saw the same pain in her eyes as in his. She was pretty, but her eyes demandd attention and fear, as if she wanted the world to look at her and be scared of what they saw. "Who are you?" The girl seemed surprised but happy that he woke up. She thought about his question. "My name is Mal" "Mal like Malena?" Credence could see her brain working fast. "Umm... Yes" She had almost no accent. "What happened? Where am I?" "You are in the Circus Arcanus. You... almost died. Because of this dark force inside you. I don't even know why I took you here, it's just... I remember my life feeling the same, before I found the Circus. But now I've realized: there is always a better reason to live than to die" Credence looked at her. Malena had saved his life, and all he had done to thank her was asking questions. "Thanks. Thanks for saving my life, Malena" He had no idea why a complete stranger would save him. And whatever she did had certainly saved his life. "If you want to, you can stay here. This is a circus, we show our "talents" or make artistic things. It's basically like a human freakshow, just with magic. Everyone in our circus is accepted, because he is different. Some of us have horns or are half demon, some can see through walls. But we all have something in common: we are not tolerated by the non-magic people nor the wizards. The circus can help you to become stronger and fight against it or live with whatever you are carrying. Half of the people that work at the circus are carriers of a curse. Me, for example. You also get free food and a place to sleep. If you want to, you can stay with us as long as you want or until... you know, Nicholas Flamell turns up again" He had already decided. This was the place, where people accepted him. If Malena had been able to save him from dying, if she had been kind enough to help some stranger, than the rest of the Circus couldn't be that bad.

"Welcome to Circus Arcanus. What's your name?", Skender asked him. Skender was a tall man, he was a head taller than Credence but apparently there were people much taller than him in this Circus. "Credence" "No surname?" Credence didn't want to hae the same name as Mary Lou, the person he had hated the most. His fostermother didn't deserve him, didn't deserve that he would carry her surname. "No surname" "Then, welcome to the Circus Arcanus, Credence. We are all glad that you found your way out of the darkness into our tent" Skender was right, the circus was basically a huge tent and some normal tents for the artists. The tents were bright and warm and Credence felt better than before, maybe the trip to Paris had really changed something. "If you want to, you can train your abilities, your control. And if that works well, you can work in the circus. You could get your own show, but only if you want to. We don't force you to anytthing, Credence", Mr. Skender was the kind of person, who brought peace into the world just with his presence. He was always calm and kind and that transfered to everybody in the Circus. "Umm... With whom should I train then?", he asked. "Mal would do it, but you can train with everyone. Everyone here is happy to forget their problems for a short time period" Here were other people, that had similiar problems. He would never be alone. "I'll stick with Malena, if that ain't a problem" Skender lifted both eyebrows and smiled at him. "Malena? Yeah, I don't think that's a Problem"

"My name is Eulalie Hicks and I am one of the teachers at this school", the strange woman said. "And what is your name?" She didn't know what to say. Stop seeing into people, she told herself. Stop it, she's a teacher, you can't do this. "Modesty Barebone", her voice trembled a little. "Glad to have you here, kid", the young teacher smiled at her. "Tell me, did you.. did you really..." "Yes, I did, Professor. Yes I fought myself through the woods alone, yes I don't have any parents, yes I ran away, so the aurors couldn't find me. I didn't want to be in an orphanage, professor. I don't want to be one... one of them" She knew that she looked like an animal, her hair completly crazy and her clothes full of mud. Modesty began to freeze, but she tried to distract herself by looking at the beautiful inside of the castle. She had waited outside for too long, but now she was inside. Professor Hicks couldn't send her back into the cold, into the darkness, into the wild, could she?

"I am sorry, but we can't... I don't think that I am allowed to do this" The emotions made it easier, to the point where Modesty couldn't stop herself from looking in to the Professors eyes. No, Modesty wasn't a normal human and she was no witch. She was something different – some kind of both. She saw Eulalies childhood and a second later a wave of understanding hit her. Eulalie would never be the same after this attack. Professor Hicks knew too much and she hated it. "I know what you have done, Professor. Please, you can't repeat your sins. I beg you, Lally, please let me stay. I don't have anyone, I have no home to return to", Modesty couldn't control the tears falling down. Something had changed. The young professor blinked, and as she looked at her again, she saw a single tear in her eye. "Lally? I have not been called that in a long time. Modesty, you are special person. You can stay"

"Newt?!", she whispered, so no one except Newt could hear her. "What in Merlins name are you doing here?", she said. Luckily, everybody was distracted by the beautiful magic dancer, Leta had hired. "I'm here to save you" "You don't need to save me." "Yes, I have to. And even if I wouldn't have to save you, I have to save my brother" Leta was annoyed by Newt. Why did he have to be so stubborn, why did he never let her a choice? There was no danger, he was just playing the hero, as always. But the worst thing was, that Leta knew that he didn't need to play the hero, he was beliving in everything he said. "What happened? And please don't tell me that you wanted to come to my engagement party. I sent you a letter weeks ago and... I specifically said that all guests have to be here at a specific time. Not in the middle of the party" "I thought we both... um... We both don't want to do this. I indeed didn't plan to come, nor did I plan to crash your party. You have every right in the world to be happy and celebrate your engaaement to Theseus, Leta. I didn't want to ruin it. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important. Grindelwald escaped and his next target is Paris" "Grindelwald?", she asked, before she had to turn around, because some of the other guests wanted to talk to her. She would have noticed if Grindelwald had escaped. Someone would have told her. But no one had. Not even Theseus knew about it. There was it. She shouldn't have told the auror department to not sent Theseus any letters while their vacation. She should have listened to Theseus, she should have not travelled to Paris. Leta hated selfdoubts. She knew that Grindelwald didn't escape because Theseus had vacation, it didn't depend on her nor Theseus. It wasn't her fault, but it felt like it was.

"Tina, it will get better" "No, it won't" "Listen. You can do this. You aren't going to be fired for the rest of your life. And even if it should be like that, you did a good deed. You helped a child. That's more than I ever did" Tina froze. "What?" "You are going to be back in command. Don't worry, I'll help you" "Why would you help me?" "Because you mean a lot to me, Tina. You remind me of myself, I was just like you once", he said. Tina knew that this was a mistake, she didn't have to think, her intuition could tell. But why did he understood her so good. She shouldn't like someone out of her league so much. Every time she let someone into her heart, she was hurting. She shouldn't, it was possibly a trap from Madam Picquery, to see how far she would go to get her career back. And then she would be imprisoned. "Would you... Would you really do that? How much do you want?" He laughed at her, after she had said these words. "Nothing. Nothing but your trust. You are possibly one the most talented people I know, and I believe that should count somewhere." Tina felt the tears on her face magically drying. "Why are you so nice to me?", she asked him. He smiled at her and she hesitantly smiled back. The world around her was too grey, how could his smile be so bright? "Because I like you, Tina.", he said, took his hand from her shoulder, stood up and left.

"Tina, if you ever need me, I'll be there" "You... I don't want you to die" "You deserve better" Lies, lies and lies. Tina hated being right, she hated it more than being wrong.

Dear Albus. I've found the cure! As simple as it sounds, the cure is only basic alchemy. I would like to hear your opinion on it first, because I am still insecure about it. Anyway, I am grateful that you want to work with me. I haven't left my house for months, my wife is a little worried about me, it would be fantastic if you'd take some newspapers and some chocolate with you. I am sorry for not being available for such a long time, but it was necessary. I don't believe the cure can fully cure the obscurus, but at least the obscurial won't be killed. Also, how's the book of that student of yours going? Last time we met, you said that you wanted to help him, because of everything that had happened. Some people are really hated by their fate, but luckily that didn't stop Mr. Scamander. In dearest hope that you are alright,

Nicholas Flamel