Colt arrived home to find his mother in her study.

She looked up and beamed at the red haired boy who had just entered the room. She quickly came up and hugged him. Even though he'd been going to school since he was 11 she still acted like he had been gone on some dangerous expedition and was lucky to be alive.

"Oh my boy!"she said. "Let me look at you," she stepped back to look at him, and examined head to toe like she was checking him for disease.

Colt said nothing and let her check him over, he was used to her fussing over him.

"Where's dad?" he asked.

"Where do you think?" Tina chuckled, gesturing to the brown leather suitcase in the corner of the living room.

Colt laughed, his father spent more time in his enchanted suitcase than in his own house.

Colt approached the suitcase as Aaron anxiously peered over his shoulder., It had been a long train ride home ad he was hungry, the silver Niffler whined as if his master was going too slow for him.

Colt patted his pet whom he had had for ten years.

Colt remembered Aaron's birth like it was yesterday.

Newt ran down into the suitcase to the mother niffler as it squealed as it's stomach bulged like a balloon. It was in labor.

In the shed he poured hot water and then soaked the towel in it and carried it over to the niffler and laid it over her. Tina went down into the suitcase to see what the commotion was.

"What's going on?"

She's in labor," Newt ran his fingers over the niffler's stomach. "Merlin's beard, 15 babies."

Tina who are just come down to the case was astonished. "15? This will be a long delivery. Do you need me to do anything?" she asked her husband.

"Can you look after the other creatures while I take care of the niffler?"

"Of course," she picked up a bucket of food and took it out to feed the erumpent.

"Can I help?" Colt asked his father as the niffler continued to cry.

"Of course," Newt took his son to the side and had him hold on to the niffler's bulging belly.

The two worked hard to deliver each of the babies all of them crying at the top of their lungs. Until there was only one baby left. The mother niffler squealed at her highest volume as the final baby came out. She breathed easily now and Newt smiled and patted her.

"Wonderful," Newt said. "Children are so beautiful."

As the other babies were helping themselves to fill it up and laid out for them new noticed that the last baby was quite still and not making any noise.

"That's odd," his voice sounded concerned.

He ran his fingers over the silver creature, but there was no response.

Now he seemed alarmed, he rushed it over to the shed. He checked it's pulse, there was none he placed in the water and brought it back out but there was no response he kept doing this but nothing worked he went quiet and a distraught look appeared on his face.

"I couldn't save it", Tina had come in and placed a hand on his shoulder. There was silence and Colt looked upset as he stared at the baby niffler, just as sad as his father.

Newt had placed the baby in a blanket and said he would bury it in the morning. Dinner was quiet and when they went to bed no one spoke Newt went to sleep still thinking about the baby he had not lost a creature in such a long time and he never knew how to deal with it.

As his parents slept Colt woke up in the middle of the night and made his way downstairs to the suitcase as quietly as he could.

He stepped into the shed and looked at the blanket the baby niffler was wrapped in. He picked it up gently and took it into the living room. Nifflers had been his favorite creatures ever since he read his father's book. He cuddled it like a teddy bear close to his chest and slowly fell asleep.

The next morning he was awoken by a rustling. He opened his eyes to see the baby niffler moving around. Shocked he ran to his parents room smiling like it was Christmas day. They were both shocked at the sight.

Newt checked over the baby and was overcome with joy, he had never been so proud of his son before.

"Best get you back to your mother," he said taking the niffler back to the suitcase.

As he was about to do so however the baby began to cry and squirm towards Colt.

Newt felt even more proud. "I think he knows where he wants to be," he said to his son and put it in his son's hand and the boy hugged the creature to himself. From that day on it was known as Aaron and was his his closest friend.

Colt entered the suitcase and quickly found himself dodging an erumpent as it stampeded back to it's territory. Feeding time had begun. Aaron quickly ran to mother and siblings and joined in on their feast. Colt laughed. "Nifflers." He thought, Always stuffing themselves. If not shiny objects, it's food.

Newt was busy getting his newest arrival a hippogriff settled in. He was trying to keep it from nipping at the Bowtruckles. He managed to heard it into it's newly developed territory.

He turned to see Colt. 'Hey son," he said, pulling him into a hug. Colt returned the hug and then looked at the hippogriff.

"Who's he?" he asked. "Ah my newest arrival?" Newt said proudly."He's from Scotland."

Scotland was a favorite vacation spot of the Scamanders. Uncle Theseus took them to the highlands once and Colt loved it.

"So dad? how about we go out and spend that money we've been saving for that broomstick?" Colt said moving his eyebrows up;

Newt frowned, and Colt's heart fell in correspondence. "I'm sorry son, but there was a emergency with one of the occamies and I had to use the money we'd been saving."

Colt had been wanting to buy a broomstick for a while now all there other kids had them and were going to go out for the quidditch team at both Hogwarts and Ilvermorny they'd been saving that money for a year now and today was the day they had agreed to buy it.

Colt sighed. "Dad I can't believe this, you knew how important this was to me."

"I know son and I'm sorry," Newt said. "I promise I'll figure something out."

"Yeah," Colt said bitterly. "You do that and when you're playing with your creatures maybe you'll actually notice your son," he said and left without another word.

Newt was saddened, it was a harsh blow, to hear that from his own son.

Tina had just come in to the case and had witnessed the exchange.

"Colt," she said quietly putting her hand on his shoulder. "You know it's not like that."

Colt turned to her looking annoyed. "Mum, he doesn't care."

"That's not true...

"He's... He doesn't care mum," Colt interrupted. "Not unless you're an occamy or a dragon or a demiguise. If you're not a magical creature, then to him you don't matter," Colt finished with a sad look on his face, Tina was at a loss for words.

Colt was quiet. "Look I need to go unpack," he said quietly and climbed out of the suitcase. Tina looked at her husband, who looked hurt by his son's words.