Newt's POV

Before he knew it seventh year had come and gone. Newt had grown tall far taller than many of his classmates. Despite his height he kept his lithe body structure.

Graduation was simple and it was the first time he was allowed to interact with the other students in two years. In his time he gained control over his inner wolf. It no longer pained him to make the change.

Over the time Sherman had grown more and more ill. His time was coming to leave this world. The older wolf told him not to be sad for him. That he was glad to have met such a young man with an interest in creatures. Sherman believed he would be the one to change the world's views on creatures.

Albus as he insisted to be called gave him a suitcase. It had an undetectable expansion charms on it. When Newt tried to refuse the gift Albus insisted. The man wanted to see him become a magizoologist. The case would help him with that.

In the end Newt agreed. When he left Hogwarts he was immediately drafted into the war. His abilities with creatures put him in the dragon riders group.

He worked side by side with the Ukraine Ironbellies. The war was terrible more than once he thought he wouldn't see the end of it.

In the two years that the war continued on Newt recieved more scars than any other soldier in his group. Some were from dragons. Others were from the enemies.

When the war came to an end he naively thought they would let the dragons go home. When they came for the dragons he knew something was terribly wrong. The wizards aimed to kill them.

Newt fought long and hard to protect the creatures. However he was just one man and even he could not take on an entire squad by himself. He watched in horror as his dragons died one by one.

In a last ditch effort to stop them his put himself in between the wizards and the corpses. His normally green eyes flashed gold as his wolf came forward.

The sun having set and the moon having risen gave him renewed strength. His magic lashed out against the wizards who dared to harm his pack. Eventually the were forced to apparate. Newt was left to dispose of the bodies.

Using his magic fueled by anger and pain he cast the only spell he knew that could destroy the bodies. Friendfyre. It left him exhausted so much so that he didn't have the energy left to apparate out.

His fell to his knees before the bodies as they disappeared slowly to nothing. A muffled crack let him know that he was no longer alone. A familiar scent of fire on an open plain overrode the the scent of burning flesh as arms enclosed around him.

Panic set in first until the scent registered in his mind. Newt knew that scent. It was Tyler's scent and one that he had not smelled since the other was drafted.

For the first time since Newt was drafted he allowed himself to cry. Turning so that he could bury his face in Tyler's chest.

Tyler didn't say anything. He didn't offer any false reassurances. Instead he just held the younger man. Held and offered what little comfort he could provide.

Even when Newt's tears dried and they left no words were exchanged. Tyler's once kind blue eyes were hardened with the horrors of war. Newt knew his own were the same. No one went to war and came out unscathed.

Before men were honorably discharged from the military the next morning. Newt having stay with Tyler woke up disoriented and unsure of where he was.

It wasn't until he found an ill looking Sherman Blackstone in the kitchen did the memories come back. His heart clenched painfully at remembering his dragons. Though for as long as he lived he would never forget them. Never would he forget their sacrifice.

Sherman didn't say anything at first. Instead he watched the younger black wolf struggle with his demons. There was little that could be said to comfort. Even Sherman who was older than anyone else knew this. All anyone could do was offer their presence and a listening ear if it was needed.

A week later Newt chose to leave them in search for creatures to help. Tyler had a kicked puppy look on his face but accepted that Newt wasn't one to stay in one place. He wanted to help creatures and educate the world. With the promise of returning as often as he could the pack said their goodbyes.

Not long into his journey he was contacted by a private investor. They wanted him to write a book on magical creatures. He readily agreed to it.

In his travels particularly when he ended up in Germany he always felt as if he was forgetting something. With as many creatures as he had he was never able to dwell on it for long. Still the nagging feeling never left even two years later when he ended up in New York to return a trafficked Thunderbird to its home.