Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them belong to J.K. Rowling. This fiction is purely for my own enjoyment and yours. No money is being made by me or anyone else from this fiction.

Authors Notes: Thanks for the reviews guys! Here's a brand new chapter for both my old and new readers! Unedited of course so hopefully it isn't too awful, a bit short and I think I may be flailing a bit while attempting to get back into this writing thing so take it easy on me! Also... still writing chapter 11 so that may take a while...

P.S. Still in need of a Beta if that interests anyone. As a perk you get to read each chapter before everyone else. Eh... eh? You really don't have to do too much... I just need a pair of fresh eyes to catch anything I miss, tell me when i'm being repetitive or flipping between tenses and a few other small-ish issues.

20 February, 1927

Is Vigilante Justice Ever the Answer?

We here at The Daily Prophet were shocked to learn that the recent heroes of the Wizarding World were taken into custody two days ago while making a visit to The Ministry of Magic. The orders for arrest were issued by our very own ebullient Minister for Magic, Hector Fawley.

When asked about the incident the Minister had this to say, " Of Course we are thankful for what Mr. Scamander and his companion did for the Wizarding World. However, what they and the public must understand is that vigilante justice is never the answer-"

"Honestly, some things never change." Hermione scoffs, tossing her copy of the prophet to the side, uncaring as the water from the enclosure before her seeps into the paper causing the ink to run, obscuring the article and the words of Hector Fawley, the pompous prick.

She looks to Newt, kicking her legs slightly in the black water surrounding her feet. The large open pool before her filling to the brim with water as Newt and the Kelpie breach the surface. The Kelpie now bridled and docile as Newt sits astride the shape-shifting water demon, his white button down sticking to his toned chest.

Years of wrangling beasts has certainly paid off. Hermione muses, her mouth running dry at the sight, blood rushing to her head. She's so transfixed by the sight that she doesn't hear Newt calling for her.

"Hermione-" She licks her lips, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down on the tender flesh there, brown eyes taking in everything before her, tracking the trail of a single water droplet as it curves down his neck before absorbing into the already soaked fabric of his shirt.

"Hermione." She's tempted to reach out, run her fingers across his chest, tearing open those buttons one by one in order to see what lies beneath-

"Hermione!" With a jolt she's pulled from her reverie. Shaking her head, curls dancing in the air her eyes meet Newt's. He has a knowing look on his face which causes a blush to burn across her face in a heated wave. She's half tempted to bury her head in her hands, hiding her face in embarrassment but instead plasters the slightest of smirks on her face. An eyebrow quirked as though issuing a challenge.

"Someone needed to let off some steam." Hermione nearly chokes at the sly smile now curving his lips and the way he's looking at her from beneath his lash's. The double entendre as obvious as the Erumpent in the room. Her heart races, a shaky laugh escaping her lips in response.

"Ointment, if you'd please." Newt continues, never once tearing his heated gaze from Hermione's own.

She passes it to him, hands shaking the lightest bit. Still mounted, Newt gently brushes the Kelpie's bulrush mane to the side, applying the ointment to a wound on its neck before dismounting.

He stands beside Hermione now, water dripping in thick rivulets from his body. He runs a hand through his hair, slicking it back, a boyish smile on his freckled face, blue eyes full of barely disguised mirth.

With a strangled noise Hermione lunges, bodies meeting in a mess of limbs, her fingers tangling in his reddish brown hair as their lips meet in a heated and much overdue kiss.

Neither giving much thought to their beastly audience as the now harmless Kelpie dives back into the deep, the black water receding with it.

25 February, 1927

Where in the World is Gellert Grindelwald?

The hacks over at The New York Ghost would have you believe that everything is ok in the world. They want you to be complacent and naive to the horrors yet to come. They don't want you to question the Government and those pulling their strings from the shadows. They don't want you to question how it was that Gellert Grindelwald the greatest criminal of our time has managed to escape. They don't want you to question his current whereabouts or contemplate his next heinous move.

Worry not dear readers, we here at The Wizard's Voice are champions of the people. Our only wish is to provide you with every tool necessary to make these decisions for yourself. A wise wizard once said, "No Witch or Wizard should ever be denied the truth." and we couldn't agree more.

For more on the Criminal known as Gellert Grindelwald, turn to Page 5.

For an opinion piece on Madam President Seraphina Picquery and her role in Grindelwalds escape, turn to page 8.

"You have joined a noble cause, my friends." Gellert Grindelwald promises his voice steady and strong as he slowly meets the eye of each and every one of the small handful of Witches and Wizards surrounding him. He pauses, as he meets Abernathy's eye. Noting how the other man can barely contain his excitement, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, fists clenched tight. Grindelwald can't help but allow his thoughts to linger on the man in question.

Abernathy was a rather unremarkable man, a man often overlooked. From his looks to his job as the supervisor in the Wand Permit Office of the MACUSA everything about him was absolutely average. Yet he was a man like any other, a man who wished to be great, to be noticed, to be loved.

Grindelwalds lips curl at the thought.

It was clear as day that Abernathy had resigned himself to that unremarkable life of his long ago. He spent most of his days simply going through the motions and passing the time. It was as though, for him, the world was painted grey, not a single splash of colour to brighten the scene. This remained true until that faithful day, a day that on the surface appeared to be a day like any other. The day that Abernathy was first assigned to stand guard at his door.

It took little effort to persuade the man, to convince him that at last someone had seen his worth. The fact that Abernathy was viewed as unremarkable and often overlooked was an asset to Grindelwald.

All it had taken was few well placed words and Gellert Grindelwald had secured his escape and an inside man. A man that would never be suspected and most likely overlooked when his unusual absence during Grindelwalds escape was noticed at long last.

Oh yes, the unremarkable man had his use. All those surrounding him did.

10 March, 1927

Granger Unmasked!

No more than 2 weeks ago, dear readers did we learn that the mysterious Miss Granger, the woman who assisted in the capture of the criminal known as Grindelwald was in fact a distant relative of the Potter Family. There's no need to imagine our surprise when the news finally broke seeing as how we here at The Daily Prophet were given the exclusive by Henry Potter himself, yet many questions have yet to be answered, many mysteries remain unsolved.

For More on the mysterious Miss Granger and her cohorts, see page 10.

Henry Potter leans back in his ornate wingback chair with a sigh, pushing his copy of The Daily Prophet aside as his eyes glaze over, wisps of memory wrapping him in their stark embrace.

After the incident in the drawing room Hermione, Newt and Henry retired to Henry's personal office, their plans for dinner entirely forgotten. All but the wand of the late Percival Graves returned to the pair, Hermione and by extension Newt no longer deemed a threat to any present.

Fleamont, Euphemia and Theseus had protested their exclusion from the meeting that was about to be had when Henry stated his intentions.

Quite loudly at that. Henry thinks with a tired shake of his head as he glances about the small office, hazel eyes settling on the single handsome leather chair seated across from his desk.

All it took was a hard look from the Potter patriarch to silence their arguments before he sent a mutinous looking Theseus on his way, Graves' wand clutched tight in hand. The promise of a meeting and drinks at a later date proposed by Henry in an attempt to mollify the eldest Scamander brother. Theseus begrudgingly did as he was asked but not before pulling Newt into a tight hug. The pair painting an unusual picture of brotherly love as Theseus gripped the back of his brothers neck, whispering quietly into Newts ear.

None but the brothers and Hermione were near enough to hear the quietly spoken words but all would agree that the forced and awkward laugh loosed by Newt as the brothers separated appeared to be cause for concern.

"I wasn't sure we'd ever be rid of my son and his wife." Henry jokes once the trio is alone in an attempt to lighten the mood. Though it's evident from his tone that he too feels the oppressive weight that seems to blanket the office and its occupants.

Euphemia and Fleamont had been far more reluctant to accept Henry's change of plans. Fleamont arguing for their inclusion in the conversation while Euphemia once more argued the lack of manners being displayed that night. Henry knew that while Euphemia simply argued the lack of manners she was truly interested in the conversation and secrecy surrounding the nights events if the gleam in her eye was anything to go by.

"Please sit, we have much to discuss" Henry begins, his attempt at lightening the mood forgotten as he motions towards a pair of transfigured chairs.

With a nod and a glance at Hermione, Newt attempts to lead the alarmingly silent woman to the pair of handsome leather chairs but it's as though a sticking charm has been applied to her feet.

She meets the eyes of their host once more, that ever defiant look in her lovely brown eyes.

"Agreed." She says, a steely edge to her voice. "But first an Unbreakable Vow seems to be in order."

Another long suffering sigh is loosed from his lips, the silence in his office becoming oppressive. He stands, moving a few steps to look out the window positioned behind his desk. Starring out into the gardens below, a pensive look on his face.

After ironing out the details and swearing the vow, Hermione reluctantly shared her connection to the Potter family and more about his family's future and her past.

Henry could hardly believe the words coming out of the young time travelling womans mouth. The way she nonchalantly spoke of ancient Ritual Magick's, Black family tomes, blood bonds and the near end of the Potter line sent a chill racing along his spine.

That was her reality, her past. He thinks, the furrow of his brows growing ever deeper.

Not even Fleamont and Euphemia could know the truth. Yet he made Hermione and Newt promise, that when the time was right they would share this tale with his son and daughter-in-law, share the tale of 'The Golden Trio' and the 'Boy Who Lived', a boy who would one day be his great grandson. However, for now even those he called family were not allowed to know the truth. They were fed the same woven tale given to the public.

The tale of a young girl whose records were indeed lost just as Abraham Longbottom had suggested. A Muggleborn witch born to muggle parents. Her ancestry unknown until a chance meeting with the Potter patriarch. Upon which time the Family Magick's had reacted alerting Henry to their relation. Miss Granger, it would seem was a very distant cousin of the Potter Family. Born the last of a squib line long thought dead. At least that was the story the public would believe.

Thanks to Henry and the Potter family name most would accept this explanation with little question. Allowing the young time travelling woman a better standing in this time and a way to explain away her mysterious arrival as well as the lack of information regarding her person. It wasn't perfect, but it would save her from being scrutinized too closely for the time being

As long she managed to stay out of trouble. Henry thinks, a slight smirk curving his lips as he realizes how laughable the idea of the young woman staying out of trouble is given her current choice of companion alone.

The next few years would be interesting indeed. Little did he know how true that statement would prove to be.

25 March, 1927

Trouble in Paradise?

Can't the Scamander brothers catch a break?

Newt Scamander, Magizoologist, international best selling author and one half of the duo credited with assisting in the initial capture and imprisonment of Gellert Grindelwald was recently spotted at Flourish and Blotts on Diagon Alley where the launch party for his now bestselling book 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' was being held. Newt was accompanied by his older brother Theseus Scamander and his assistant, Bunty. The mysterious Ms. Granger nowhere to be found.

Could there be trouble in paradise? We here at Spellbound had been sure the pair were involved romantically but could it in fact be that the dashing Magizoologist is as unlucky in love as his older brother Theseus?

Turn the page to learn more about the assumed relationship between the two heroes of the wizarding world and Theseus Scamanders own turbulent past with love.

A low groan falls from his lips as Theseus finishes reading the Spellbound article, skimming over 'his own turbulent past with love' before tossing the offending publication aside.

He was not looking forward to the conversation that would now have to be had. Though he had known he couldn't keep his most recent relationship a secret from his brother forever he had hoped the secret could remain his own for at least a couple months to come.

Or years. He thinks in a sardonic tone.

Theseus stands, grabbing his wand and dark overcoat as he starts for the door. Wordlessly extinguishing the lights in his apartment, making quick work of setting his wards before stepping out onto the dimly lit city street his destination clear in mind as he disapparates with a loud crack.

25 March, 1927

Friend of Foe? You be the Judge.

A Witch with a past cloaked in secrecy. A Wizard who was not only expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry but has a penchant for causing trouble wherever he goes. Are Granger and Scamander truly the heroes everyone is making them out to be?

Grindelwald has escaped, presumably gaining followers with each passing day. The Wizarding world is in a state of upheaval, a feeling of unrest in the air and a critical eye should be directed at any one person making waves within our community for the time being.

Could Granger and Scamander be in league with Grindelwald? The incident in New York a clever ruse to distract us as we directed our attention towards the mysterious pair and turned away from Grindelwald and his imprisonment, assuming that the MACUSA had it all in hand! Some argue that only time will tell but this reporter refuses to have the wool pulled over her eyes any longer.

Change is coming, whether we're ready for it or not. Will you stand with me when the time comes or cower within your homes, putting all your hope on these supposed heroes and our clearly incompetent elected officials?