Chapter Nine: The Animagus Transfiguration

For the next week, Newt had resumed teaching classes after his little incident with the Niffler, but it did not go unpunished. Umbridge met with him later that night and was quite furious as well as pleased, she thought she now had the perfect excuse to have Newt fired, and for a moment, he had too.

"Professor Scamander, do you mind explaining yourself as to why that.. thing.. was out about and wreaking havoc!" she yelled.

"If isn't his fault, the Niffler is naturally attracted to anything shiny and valuable, it is in his nature," Newt said hastily, defending his friend.

"That does not mean you still have any right to have it loose! It disrupted the students' lunch period! I would gladly like to eat in peace next time!" she said. "The minister would be notified of this!" Umbridge last said in a fit of fury before leaving. All Newt did was stare at the door, frozen for what might happen next.

Luckily, nothing happened. He had still not received any official letter from the Ministey of the Minister, and Dumbledore had not even visited him to speak of it. However, Newt was still worried a week later, there was always the benefit of the doubt, that is how he always survived treating dangerous creatures.

Today, it was Saturday, it was also the last day Newt had to say the dreadful spell to transform into and Animagus. He planned on experimenting throughout the night, as he was so excited to become an animal, or creature, you never know. He prepared to speak the finial words. Newt opened up many books, some of them slanted and others facing upward. Pickett revealed himself on the desk, the green stick-like creature made its way over to a closed book and sat on it, both curious and worried about Newt. Newt turned around, facing Pickett, giving a small grin before raising his wand. Taking a deep breath, he spoke:

"Amato Animo Animato Animagus!" Newt said loudly and confidently.

He stull did not feel a change, something must have gone wrong. Newt went over to the books on the desk, but before he could look at any of them, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. Newt tried holding back any liquid that was trying to make its way up out of his mouth, and so, he ran over to his case and quickly summoned a bucket. When the bucket was about to land, the feeling overwhelmed Newt, so much in fact that half the liquid was on the ground and not in the bucket. Pickett looked on in disgust, however, he did have sympathy. Slowly, the bowtruckle made his way over to Newt, climbing onto his shoulder and rubbing the part of Newt's neck where his brown curly hair met his skin. Newt continued to hover over the bucket, he would of tanked Pickett already but he was too afraid to throw up anymore. His stomach felt empty or anything, as though all the water left his system, leaving him dry. Newt sat down the cool, hard stone of the castle, and leaned against the dark wooden desk. The wood creaked under his weight as he leaned back. Pickett quickly maneuvered to avoid being squished. Newt sat there for what felt like gen minutes but was in fact an hour. He was caught up in staring at the ceiling, trying to keep anything he could down.

After a few more minutes, Newt decided to give another go at transfigurating into an Animagus, even though he knew it probably wasn't the best decision. So, in order to solve this problem, Newt went over to his case, un did the latches and stepped in, taking one step at a time with Pickett staying on his shoulder in support of his human friend. He clung to the side of the steps carefully as he was one-handed at the moment, his left hand had the bucket in it while his right held onto the small ladder piece next to the steep stairs. Once Newt reached the bottom, he groaned, feeling as though he was going to throw up again. Dropping the metal bucket with a clank, Newt slowly walked over to his workshop, taking it step by step again. Suddenly, he felt another rush and ran back to the metal bucket. Pickett again rubbed the back of his neck, nuzzling up to it as more fluids rushed out of Newt. He stood up shakily and made another attempt to go to his workshop.

"Tha-thanks Pickett," Newt finally gasped.

Pickett shook his head and gave a smile of approval as he hopped off of Newt's hand and onto the light wooded desk. Newt stood, leaning his stomach on the table for support as he went through many different drawers, opening and closing them, obviously looking for something. Finally, he took out two different tablets, one green and one blue, as well as a small vial of a clear, bubbling liquid. He poured it out into a grey, metal goblet. Newt the. Newt took the tablets in his hands and turned them over. The blue one was to reduce any lightheadedness or headaches, and the green one was used to reduce any nausea. He placed them in his mouth and drank the liquid. A chill ran down his spine, as it usually did when he took any type of medicine, liquid or not. Newt was not fond of medicine even as a child, he never liked being treated for any injuries.

He felt a little better, enough to probably eat but perhaps not try to turn into and Animagus again. However, Newt wanted to become one badly, and so he returned upstairs, taking his place in front of the desk while Pickett looked on. Another bucket that was cleaned out was placed next to Newt's case at the bottom of the desk to the side, just in case.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" Newt said with a whisper.

He raised his wand right above his head. Newt concentrated on his creatures and being an animal, focusing on the positive memories and not the negative, perhaps this would help in some way. Slowly Newt raised the wand a little higher, closed his eyes, and brought it down gracefully, again stating:

"Amato Animo Animato Animagus," he said, feeling at peace. Newt opened his eyes, thinking that it worked, but nothing changed. Maybe he couldn't turn into an animagus? His answers were questioned when another wave of nausea hit him like a brick wall. Newt ran over to the bucket, throwing up again. This time it felt worse, though. He fell into his knees and held each side of the bucket with his hands, they were shaking and his body was weak. Newt suddenly fell on his side, his wand rolled away ever so slightly. It was in reaching distance but Newt couldn't move, not that he couldn't, just that he didn't want to. He felt so drained, drained of magic, drained of life, absolutely drained. Newt decided to rest, just lay there for a while, and then he would get up and try again. This was at least a good sign, these affects show that Newt does have the potential and ability to turn into an Animagus. Which one would he become? It is quite curious what the magic will choose for him since his animal will be based off his personality and traits. He wishes to be a Pegasus or some sort of flying creature but Newt knew he didn't share any common traits with these animals. The only thing he wishes for is to NOT be an insect, at all costs, it would be a complete waste! His beasts would eat him up in an instant! Newt continued to think about this for a while and he lauded there, motionless.

It was Newt's second year at Hogwarts and a month after the Hippogriff incident. He walked in the snow with Leta, all bundled up in robes, they were heading towards the lake forba quiet, peaceful walk. However, unbeknownst to Newt, Leta had a surprise for him. They walked down a hill, stepping carefully on the icy stone steps, making sure not to slip and fall. It was a gorgeous view from where they were. The iced over lake stretched out for miles, the forest along the lake had a think layer of snow over it, creating a sense of a winter wonderland.

"So, how have your classes been?" Newt asked, trying to fill the silence.

"Oh, they've been alright. I love Charms and Potions so much but I cannot stand Defense Against the Dark Arts. There isn't any fun! We study from a textbook and just practice waving our wands around like fools. Where are these "dark creatures?" How scared are they? Ha!" Leta said.

"I know Leta.. I have the same class, but with the Raveclaw second years," Newt pointed out.

"My bad," she said sarcastically. "How bout you? Any classes interest you?"

"Care of Magical Creatures, and Potions. I feel more connected to the creatures more then humans... I've never.. I've never admitted that to anyone... Don't tell anyone please!" Newt said frantically.

Leta simply laughed. "And who am going to tell? My entire classmates in my year despise me. Suits them right to be afraid of me. Besides, you're my friend, I wouldn't tell a soul anyway," she said, taking her fingers and making a line from one corner of her lip to the other, indicating she would not tell anyone. Newt smiled, Leta was someone who understood.

They were quiet for a while, Leta was anxious she lost the place where she set up her suprise. Newt just took in the sights and the breath of fresh air, oblivious to Leta's feelings. Suddenly, she grabbed his arm and forced him one way, startling Newt.

"Who-wait. What are, where are we going now? This is father away from the lake," Newt asked.

"Just wait," she said. Leta started to recognize the familiar way of the trees, how they parted and the color of them. They passed a small pond with a log over it, something Leta definitely remember passing while setting her surprise up. She then turned Newt around.

"Close your eyes," she commanded.

"Um.. why?" Newt asked skeptically.

"Do it," Leta commanded again. Looking at her curiously, he did as she told him. Newt was at least two inches above Aleta so it made it hard for her to cover his eyes for him. Let's just had to trust Newt. Slowly, she guided him forward, passing and telling him when to duck, step up or maneuver another way in order to avoid the many obstacles of the forest. They then stepped into a medium sized clearing where there was a thick sheet of white snow covering the ground. On either side, there were two walls of snow.

"Open," Leta whispered. Newt looked on confused.

"Um..."

"Snow ball fight! I challenge you, Newton Scamander, to a snowball fight, to finally see who better. Let's see if you live up to your word. And NO MAGIC!" Leta added on. Newt has previously bragged to Leta about his snow ball fight abilities, always beating his brother, Theseus Scamander, at every game. At the time, Newt was eight, and Theseus was thirteen, starting his third year at Hogwarts and he came home for the Christmas break. His brother was hot-headed, thinking he was perfect just because he was in Gryffindor and a Seeker for the Quidditch team. Newt was smart enough to use his smaller size to advantage, hiding and ambushing his brother all the time. Sometimes he would get mad at how Newt "cheated" with his size. His snowball fights used to be fun, before Theseus went to Hogwarts. They were closer before Hogwarts.

Newt stood there, thinking about this, hoping that his memories with Theseus wouldn't be how he and Leta ended up.

"I accept your challenge," Newt said, bowing gracefully. She smiled in a devilish way.

"Alright, you get that side," she said pointing to the right, "and I get that side," Leta said, pointing to the left.

They took their places, Newt squatted in his base, trying to make a plan. He was taller then Leta, so he wouldn't be able to use size to his advantage. Before he could make any real plan, a snowball landed five feet from where Newt was.

"If your accuracy is like that, you may as well give up now!" Newt teased. He heard a faint giggle from Leta. Newt rolled a small snowball up in his gloves hand. He moved to a tree, hiding behind it. From the side, there was a bush that Newt peered out from. Leta got up and was slowly walking over to where his base was. As she got near it, she expected a surprise attack, but when she threw the snowball down, there wasn't a grunt in surprise, instead it was silent. Shocked, she looked around, and once she turned her back, Newt jumped out of his hiding place and threw the snowball right into her back. Let's suddenly cried out in surprise and fell to the ground, motionless in the snow.

"Newt! Ow... that hurt... ugh... I-I can't move my back! It feels bruised. Newt seriously!" Leta yelled.

Newt panicked, he didn't mean to hurt her and he rushed to her side quickly.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Leta! I-I- oh my god, are you alright? Try-try sitting up?" Newt said unsure. Suddenly, as Leta rolled on her back slowly, she sprung up and shoved a snowball in Newt's shoulder. Shocked, he didn't see that Leta suddenly tackled him to the ground, taking another small piece of snow a putting it to his neck. Newt let out a small scream from the coldness of the snow on his neck. He tried to get up but Leta quickly pinned him down and Newt struggled against her grip. One, he was cold from the snow which totally threw him off. Second, Leta's weight was focused on keeping him down in the snow, which made it even more difficult to get up.

"I win!" Leta says proudly and the two of them both starting to burst out laughing. "I wasn't going to waste my shot."

"Not fair, you totally tricked me," Newt said defensively.

"Not my fault you actually care about me," she said with a smile.

"Um.. can I get up now," Newt asked awkwardly.

"No," Leta replied.

"Erm.. If I may ask why?"

"Because... I'm not done.. it's funny when you let out that girlish scream," Leta giggled. She took another piece of snow.

"Leta-Leta we-we can talk about this! Please- OH MY GOD," Newt screamed a little louder this time as Leta placed even more snow on his neck and face.

"I'M GOING TO GET HYPOTHERMIA FROM THIS!" Newt yelled again. Leta continued to laugh as Newt was becoming angry in a lovable way. Once Newt calmed down, he looked up at her, he had never seen her this beautiful before. There were flakes of snow in her hair, there was enough spread out among her chocolate curls that it made her look gorgeous. Newt had always thought Leta looked beautiful, as a friend, but now, it was different. There was an awkward silence for a small while as the two of them kept staring at each other.

Leta felt the same way. It was adorable how Newt reacted to the snow. It was just snow really, a solidified liquid in all honesty. She really didn't want to move, she enjoyed his presence and just the overall personality of him. Newt brought a light into her life, her dull, boring life. But now, Hogwarts was full of adventures, for the both of them. They're both experiencing new emotions, friendship, trust and maybe even love?

"Um... as much as I would love to keep staring at you, I'm afraid you actually might get hypothermia," Leta said, blushing. Newt was surprised by her comment, what did she mean?

"Uh.." was all Newt could say. Let's got off of Newt and held her hand up, helping Newt stand up. There was a little snow still on his cheek. Let's put her hand up to it, his cheek was surprisingly warm. Slowly, Leta flaked off the snow, not wanting to leave this place, or remove her hand. After she did, Newt looked down, blushing.

"Lets go back," Leta said, as she took Neat's hand and started running back towards the castle.

Newt woke up dizzy. There was a small tapping on his cheek. It was Pickett. After the bowtruckle saw that Newt was awake, he backed off a little looking at him, confused. Newt looked out the window, it was still dark. He felt better, but that wasn't saying a lot. The nausea was still there but it was dilated down a little bit, but he did feel a little refreshed from his quick-pier nap, or a nap, he didn't know how long he slept. Newt felt his cheek, his dreams are now memories, and this was the first good one. It was probably one of his favorites, it was the first time Newt ever felt love, and little did he know, it was the first time Leta experienced love as well. It didn't matter, Leta is probably dead now and he most likely will not see her again even if he got back to 1926. He poured his heart out to her and what he got in return was an expulsion.

Ptting aside the bitter thoughts, Newt stood up and fell over again, obviously the dizziness was harder to handle if he stood up. He crawled over to the desk and put a hand on the side of his desk. His case was underneath him and Pickett was standing in it. The bowtruckle then climbed onto Newt's waistcoat and made his way up to his usually spot - Newt's shoulder. Newt held onto the desk for support and he stood up. His legs were weak and shaking, maybe he shouldn't try this again, but if it did work, he would successfully have turned into an Animagus! It was well worth the risks!

Pickett was in obvious worry, wanting Newt to not do this to himself and to prevent him from doing anything further, Pickett pulled st Newt's light brown curls ever so slightly.

"Ow... Pi-Pickett, what was that fo-for?" Newt stuttered out. Pickett let out his tongue.

"This is my decision," Newt said, "you don't have to be here for it."

Pickett then crossed his arms in anger, how could his friend be doing this? The bowtruckless slid off of Newt's arm and onto the desk, sitting on a book, facing away Newt as he pouted. Newt looked on with sadness, he didn't mean to upset the bowtruckle but this was important to Newt.

Newt couldn't stand up on his own, so he decided to lean on the desk. He slowly raised his wand, breathing in and out hoarsely. He tried to find a sense of peace, thinking of his creatures, 1926, Tina, Leta, Theseus... flurries of memories came back and he didn't even realize it, but Newt raised his wand and already started to mutter the spell.

"Amato Animo Animato Animagus," Newt whispered loud enough for only him to hear.

When he opened his eyes again, the ground was different, it was closer. Oh god, did he fall over yet again? No, no he didn't. It was different... Newt no longer felt sick or weak, in fact, he felt strong and... and... a sense to run all over the place? Newt tried to observe himself and saw he had furry paws. He did it, Newt finally turned into an Animagus after what was almost a month and a half of waiting. He was so excited for this opportunity, but now the only problem was to figure out what he looked like. Newt didn't want to meet his creatures and have them not recognize him, they would most likely eat him, well, some of them.

Newt called out of Pickett but all that came out was:

BARK!

Pickett was startled by this noise, and Newt saw him look over. The bowtruckle looked terrified, but he came down. Pickett was about the same height as Newt, at least that's what he could tell. He expected Pickett to be mad, but instead, the small creature began to smooth over his fur, well it felt like fur. This was... odd... and a change of scenery. Newt then walked over to his case, he had some trouble at first because he never experienced having four legs. Newt undid the latches one by one, his arms were too short and he didn't have any opposable thumbs, so he required both paws to open up one latch. Once bother we're open, Newt hopped down on one step at a time. Pickett took the pleasure of Newt's transfiguration and was now on his back.

At the bottom, Newt trotted over to a small box where he kept some photos of his family and past memories. This would be painful to go through, but it was he last place Newt had his hand mirror. Opening the latch like he did with the case, Newt rumbled through it, seeing many moving pictures of people he knew.

There was his brother and parents, along with Newt. At he time the photo was taken, he was thirteen, and Theseus was eighteen. His mother looked stern, but soft, it always amazed him, but his father still had the same stone cold experession he had seven year ago. Theseus stood there with a regal posture, giving off a feeling of power and commandment.

Newt continued to sort through it, seeing pictures of his aunts and uncles, his cousins and his creatures. Finally he found the hand mirror and pushed it out and slanted it.

Newt was a Corgi. He had his green eyes, usually Corgis had hazel or chocolate eyes. When one turns into an Animagus, they adopt some sort of physical trait that allows someone to identify who they are, apparently. That is how the Ministry keeps record of all the Animagi. His physical traits were his green eyes and a tuff of curly fur over one of his eyes. He could still see through it but there were some strands of hair, however. Newt's Animagus had a gorgeous coat of fur. He was in fact happy with this animal. They were adorable and Newt now seems to see some similarities between him and Corgis.

Newt returned upstairs. Now, all he had to do was transfigure back out of his Animagus form, and then, Newt should be able to easily transfigure in and out of his Animagus. The only question, however, was how Newt was going to turn back. Did he think of the incantation or did he just think of being a human? He tried both ways for a few minutes, and as each minute passed, Newt became more desperate and frantic. Pickett was sitting on top of his case now, seeing how worried his human friend was. Newt finally decided he needed to get help, preferably from Professor Dumbledore.

BARK!

Newt forgot he could not speak, he meant to tell Pickett to stay with the case but all it did was startle the bowtruckle. Instead, he climbed on Newt's back, which is not what he wanted, but it didn't really matter at this point.

He ran down to the large wooden door leading into the Care of Magical creatures classroom. Now, this was going to be a problem. The size and weight of the door would most likely cause Newt unable to open it. However, he decided it was best to try anyway. In agreement with this idea, Neet nuzzled the door, trying to push it open. He put all his weight on the front of his paws, pushing his head and the right side of his body into the door. It creaked open a little bit. Panting, Newt stood still for a minute, still holding the weight of the door open a little, as he caught his breath and rested. Trying again, Newt continued to put pressure on the door, creaking open inch by inch. He repeated these steps - work to open it a creak, then rest. Once there was a large enough space for him to get out, Newt ran for it but the door closed and the middle of his Animagus form was caught between the closed widened door and the open one. Newt tried pulling forward, hoping that he could just maybe squeeze through. After a few attempts, Newt fell out and onto his face and Pickett slid across the floor. Once Pickett readjusted himself on Newt's back, he ran down the corridor, heading for Professor Dumbledore's office.

After running for a while, Newt's Animagus form began to become sore from holding the door open and From running for quite a while. He slowed into a trot as he turned a corner. Going down hallway after hallway was confusing in Hogwarts, and he had to backtrack twice. When Newt was about to turn a corner, he heard some whispering. It sounded like a girl's voice, and it seemed there was someone else there since she was either casting a spell or speaking to someone. Newt turned the corner, peering out. There was a girl who look just like the one he saw in the hospital wing that came from, what was it? Quidditch practice? It didn't matter, but there was another girl there. Her back was turned but her hair was a light brown, pulled back into a small ponytail. This was the corridor Newt had to go down in order to reach Professor Dumbledore's office and these two girls were in the way. When the light haired one turned around to face the red headed one, Newt realized it was Hermione. Did she always stay up at night, sneaking around?

"Who are we waiting for?" the red headed one asked.

"Luna, Marietta and Cho," Hermione replied. The two of them remained silent for quite a while after that. Newt was becoming restless, and he desperately needed to see Dumbledore. In response, Newt ran down the corridor and made his way towards the end of the hall where he would turn left.

"Woah!" the red haired girl exclaimed.

"What- why is there a dog?" Hermione asked. Newt could feel their stares as he turned the corner, hearing their rushed whispers as he furthered away. When Newt reached the golden eagle statue, Newt again realized that because he is not human, there is no way to open up the entrance. However, he inferred that since this is a magic spell, it should open up to his bark if he meant to say the password.

Trying to say the password, Newt barked.

Nothing.

The statue did not turn and reveal the stone steps leading up into the Headmasters' office. However, he did hear movement behind him, it was coming towards him. He supposed it was a teacher, since no sane student would come to the Headmasters' office at this time of night. Panicking, Newt didn't know if he should hide, which could result in entry but it may not at the same time, or be discovered, knowing that any right-minded professor would be able to recognize he was an Animagus, which would be an embarrassing situation. Deciding to go with the first option it of fear of embarrassment, the author quickly hid inside the little area the statue was located in. Since the stairs would rise to the left, Newt stayed to the right, pushing his body against the stone to make himself unnoticeable. The clicking of heels got closer. Suddenly they stopped, and Newt's heartbeat rose in his throat. He wondered if the person waiting in the corridor could hear how fast it was.

"Pumpkin Pie," a cold voice said.

The scraping noise of the stones could be heard, much louder this time with Newt's Animagus hearing and the fact he was closer to the source. The Hufflepuff shuffled towards the side of the statue that was turned now, out of sight of the visitor. The turning noise of the stairs came to a stop and the returning sound of feet moving resumed, this time, a little more hurried. From Newt's position, he could catch a small glimpse of a black robe. This fact could not help with any guesses as to which professor it was. Or perhaps it wasn't a professor, but maybe a parent, or a Ministry official, or a friend? Various ideas ran through Newt's head as he leaned his head against the metal of the statue. The sound of a wooden door opening and closing alerted Newt that this strange visitor was now inside the office. The next course of action was boring. The Hufflepuff decided it would be better to wait until the person left the office, so that he could get up the stairs easily and without any detection. He didn't know how long it would be until Newt could visit Dumbledore, it could be hours or minutes, depending on the conversation or circumstances.

After a few moments, there were rushed whispers, the light sound felt angry, betrayed, upset and above all, love. The dark shadows on the wall leading up to the office suddenly changed, there was a flash of a color, but there was no noise or cry. Instantly, the vibration of the door hitting the wall in a flurry could be felt from where Newt was standing. The mysterious visitor suddenly rushed out immediately in a fit of emotions. Again, the Hufflepuff could not get a good view of their face, making him ever so curious again. Stunned, he continued to stand there and he would never move had it not been for the abrupt thought of his current situation. Springing into action, Newt tried to rush up the steps as fast as he could. The short legs of his Animagus form made it harder to go up, and he assumed going down as well.

The entrance was wide open as Newt approached it. He waited on the side, peering around the corner to peek inside. To his surprise, Professor Dumbledore was sitting down in his chair, a hand placed on his forehead in frustration. Quietly, the author trotted inside, the sound of his paws hitting the ground radiated off the walls of the room. It was deathly quiet. The Headmaster immediately noticed. Worried eyes looked up, and he walked around the corner of his desk, stopping at the arch that opened into his desk area.

"Only you would get stuck with transfigurating, Newt," the professor stated.

The Care of Magical Creatures professor could not tell if the heat of his face could be noticed in this Corgi transfiguration. He knew, had the Hufflepuff been a human, that his face would be very red. This was even more embarrassing then the author could ever imagine.

Seeming almost hesitant and reluctant, Professor Dumbledore took out his wand slowly. The wand looked familiar to Newt, it gave off a sense of insecurity, as though it could explode at any moment without explanation. Ignoring this nagging feeling, he instead focused on the Headmaster who now was reciting a spell.

"Amato Animo Animato Animagus," Dumbledore softly spoke, twirling his wand with a white, bluish wisp glowing at the tip.

Hurriedly, Newt transfigure out of his Animagus and back into a regular human. He was grateful for being back in his own body now, however, tiredness immediately washed over him and he fell, slamming his body into a table which was located to his left. Putting his left elbow on the desk, and raising a hand to his eyes, he could hear Professor Dumbledore shift over towards him, placing a hand on Newt's shoulder.

"That was quite the transfiguration Mr Scamander, who would think you would become a Corgi? Of course, I mean I offense, it is an extraordinary creature, it will serve you well," he stated. Newt nodded breathlessly, his energy sapping from his very being.

"You are experiencing a side effect of Animagus Transfiguration. Most wizards do not do it correctly their first few tries, and even if they succeed, there are always some after effects," he answered, "You need not worry, though. This is not the worst effect I have seen."

Professor Dumbledore's last few words alarmed Newt, so much that he took away his hand from his eyes, and looked wide eyed towards him. Newt could barely make it any words. A weight was on his chest, weighing him down and if he spoke, his lungs would collapse.

"That's... that's...," Newt try saying hoarsely, " alar-mmm." Newt slurred the last part of his sentence as he placed his right elbow on the table and bent his neck in between his shoulder blades.

"I'll have Madam Pompfrey come, she will escort you back to your quarters. I don't want Umbridge to find out. Perhaps Madam Pompfrey can help re-energize you," Dumbledore said.

Newt did not hear him. He was so focused on the table in front of him, his mind was racing a mile a minute. He was dazzled, frazzled, and the only thing that was appealing was sleep, but he refrained himself. How many times has Professor Dumbledore seen him helpless, helplessly hurt, emotionally and physically? And now, how embarrassing it is for Newt to be even more helpless, at the mercy of being transfigured again. When has he never been a burden? Always being hurt, needing to lean on someone else whether it was Leta, Ms Goldstein or his creatures. He was tired of that. No longer will Theseus's words of his being weak will haunt him, Newt cannot understand that help will always be given when asked.

A/N:

Hello! So sorry for the long wait! The next update may not be until next weekend! I have midterms but I will try working on the story whenever I can!

I don't know if you guys caught my Hamilton reference ;). I listened to the soundtrack and I can't stop, I'm so obsessed now. If you didn't catch it, it was when Leta said she wasn't going to waste her shot. I may just throw in random references and just mess with you guys XD. I decided to edit that in because when this chapter is published, it would have been Alexander Hamilton's birthday.

Ok so right now Newt is in a place where we have seen him being completely helpless (heheheh Hamilton hehehehe. I'm sorry :3) in situations where he messes up and hurts himself on accident. He then must rely on other people, which I think would contradict Newt's character because he's been traveling for a long time, he knows how to take care of himself. But now, he has to rely on other people just like how some characters relied on him. So that's what I'm exploring next, along with more of how Newt is dealing with the whole "not in 1926 anymore." However, the next chapter is going to be from Hermione's POV. So finally, I've been wanting to write from her POV for a while but I felt like it would be better if we focused on Newt a little bit so I can set up for a scene with the DA in the Room of Requirement. In addition to this, I am going to keep Newt separate from the DA because the Order of the Phoenix book was so special in way they learned on their own without help, which is a nice comparison to Newt who is struggling to learn on his own with help. I have so many ideas and I can't wait for you guys to learn of them!

Please leave a review and I hoped you enjoyed this chapter!

-Athena, Slytherin💚.