Hahaha, update already. Anyway I'll clarify the romance is Percival Graves x OC, who you're about to meet. Newt does show up later... much later.
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Chapter 2:
"So, you want me to do what?" Adriana asked. Albus Dumbledore was not one to usually make requests like this.
"The ministry and I have come to an agreement that it would be best to take Percival Graves from MACUSA's custody." Dumbledore said simply. "I have been asked to talk to him. After all we are much more familiar with Grindelwald's methods compared to our friends across the pond." Adriana stared at him blankly.
"Um I'm pretty sure Grindelwald has never extended his power to us either." She pointed out. Dumbledore smiled kindly at her. "Unless I missed that memo."
"No. Grindelwald as he is now had never set foot in Britain." Dumbledore agreed. Adriana thought he was holding something back. "But he is based in Europe, which I believe we are closer to. There is a strong possibility of him coming here."
"But he's already in America." Adriana persisted. "In prison, even."
"I doubt he will remain that way for long." Dumbledore said with severity. "Besides, he is not my focus. MACUSA has accused Mr Graves of aiding and abetting Grindelwald. They have accused him of treason and he will be sentenced to death for this. I have read the transcript of his interrogation, his medical report and have even met the man previously. Nothing about him indicates that he works or had ever worked with or for Grindelwald." Adriana nodded.
"And you don't want him to die for something he didn't do." She surmised.
"I would, at the very least like the opportunity to question him myself." Dumbledore said. "If he is guilty, we'll get to that later. But I can't imagine that he is. His injuries were extensive." Adriana frowned as she read the report on Graves.
"It seems like they want to blame someone for Grindelwald infiltrating them." She said slowly. Dumbledore sighed.
"That seems to be the case." He said. "Will you do it?" Adriana stared at him for a full minute before answering.
"You're asking me to break in." She pointed out. "If this goes wrong it could cause an international incident."
"It might. But I trust you Adriana." Dumbledore said. She smiled. She let the compliment warm her.
"I'll need to make some arrangements." She said before stepping out of her former teacher's office. She saw Dumbledore beam at her before the door snapped shut.
She went straight to the Auror office and processed a request to have some money for her trip. Just enough to book a hotel room. Maybe buy some food. She also got a Portkey. There was no way she was going to try Trans-Atlantic apparition. Or even travel by boat. She asked Potter if she could borrow his magical cloak. She then went home and read through Graves' entire file. He'd been an exemplary student at Ilvermorny, the magical school. He'd been put in Wampus, the house of warriors. He'd been a chaser and captain of the Quidditch team for the last two years. He'd also been head boy. Then there were his magical capabilities. At some point in his third year he'd begun using wandless magic, which had caused no less than fifty-four trips to the hospital wing. Magical backfires and overworking. Apparently, he attempted to master every spell he learnt both with a wand and by hand. This only became worse as he got older. Spells at a higher level were obviously harder and therefore needed more practice. More power. Hence the more injuries. He'd remained the same after school. He'd been selected as an Auror intern. He'd risen through the ranks. Surprisingly it had nothing to do with his name. Everything Adriana had read about the Graves family was pretty much, powerful, influential, loaded and all Horned Serpant, the house of scholars. Percival seemed to be their most praiseworthy member. Except he'd been a Wampus. He excelled. He did his best. He had qualified as an Auror. He'd become head of his department at 26 and just two years later had become director of magical security. He juggled both jobs with efficiency, skill, he commanded respect. Not by name but by skill. According to the medical reports he'd been in good shape for most of his life, exception being Grindelwald. But his mental state was of some concern. He had been noted to be emotionally distant. Struggled with building strong bonds with people. He could understand emotion, as long as it wasn't his own. He deal with problems, as long as they weren't his own. He could talk, charm and manipulate all he needed and could tell when he was treated the same way. Sharp, determined but bitter and lonely. Someone needed to give him a hug. Adriana fell asleep thinking she knew a lot about him, had never met him, and she already thought he was innocent.