Colt felt wind whistling through his hair as if he were flying on a broomstick. He looked to see Martin trying to make his way to the controls of the machine.
"Colt! he cried.
'Hold on! I'll try and adjust the controls," the machine was now swirling around in a vortex of blue energy. It made Colt think of The Wizard of Oz.
Malcolm pulled his wand out ready to cast a spell to repair the controls. When suddenly the vortex around them disappeared, replaced with a night sky. Colt wondered if they were still in the present.
He did not have to much time to think as he suddenly felt himself lifted off the machine as they began falling toward the city.
Colt! He whipped out his wand and felt his jacket to make sure Aaron was still in there. He felt gravity increase upon him, he soon found himself nearly about to hit the pavement before he cried out arresto momentum.
Colt and Aaron froze in midair, before suddenly the spell wore off and he thumped back to Earth. He lost consciousness instantly. Colt awakened the next morning, it took him a while to remember why he had a splitting headache.
He felt a nudge beside him, and turned to see Aaron. He wanted to both hug and strangle Aaron for putting himself in danger like that. He quickly realized however he was in unfamiliar territory.
"Hey kid!" he turned to see a police officer glowering at him. Just what do you think you're doing, sleeping in an alley like that?
"You looking for trouble?," he questioned.
"No sir!," Colt quickly responded.
He noticed that the cop's outfit was terribly old fashioned. "Well... The cop said. "Best get a move on then."
"Right," Colt said as he regained his composure. He carefully made his way past the police officer, onto the sidewalk and up the street. He noticed the city was familiar but different. The buildings were not as tall and were less clean.
The people wore outfits that looked like something out of an old movie. Long coats with bowler hats, women wearing strange headdresses and hats, with jewels on their shoes. The styles were more exotic than 1956, Colt became so distracted that he bumped into a man with a brown suitcase.
"Sorry!" Colt blurted out as the brown haired man stumbled and nearly dropped his suitcase. "That's quite all right," he responded, avoiding eye contact and continuing on his way never once looking back
Colt continued to explore his new surroundings, until he stumbled upon a newspaper he read the date on the front page to be December 19, 1926. Colt felt his stomach drop. He was 30 years in the past, as the realization dawned on him, he stumbled onto the street and was nearly hit by a Rolls Royce.
"He stumbled past with a dozen apologies, as the angry driver honked it's horn at him. "You!" A woman called out to him. Colt turned to see a woman standing at the top of the stairs to what looked to be a bank.
A small crowd was gathered at the bottom and they turned to look at him. Colt looked up at the woman. On both sides he could see people handing out pamphlets. One a small girl with brown hair, the other a teenage boy a couple years older than him with a bowl haircut underneath a grey hat.
He looked rather depressed, behind them he could see a poser that read second Salem. Colt felt a chill run down his spine, the second salemers were a anti magic group of muggles who wanted to bring back the Salem witch trials.
They had been extinct for years he learned about them from history class at Ilvermorny, he never thought he'd be face to face with them.
"What drew you to our meeting today?" The woman asked. "Uh just passing," Colt said avoiding eye contact.
"Are you a seeker after truth?" The woman continued to question.
"What? No I'm more of a chaser," he responded, he always wanted to play that position in quidditch rather than seeker.
As the woman began a speech about the dangers lurking about, Colt noticed a familiar small silver haired creature. He begged for it to be a pigeon, but was very disappointed to discover it was Aaron he hurried up the steps as the creature dashed away into the bank.
"No!" he hissed but it was too late the beast had disappeared into the crowd. Colt took a seat at a nearby bench to avoid suspicion he didn't know whether or not people would think he was trying to rob the bank
Colt soon found himself sandwiched between two men, hindering his search for Aaron "Hey," The man on his left said. Colt turned nervously to respond. "Hey... He suddenly realized it was his uncle Jacob.
He froze. Jacob gave him a nervous smile as Colt continued to stare dumbstruck. So you here for a loan? Jacob asked breaking the silence.
"What? Oh no. I'm just here to see someone," Colt improvised.
"And what about you?" Jacob said, leaning over to look at the man on Colt left. Colt turned to see it the man he bumped into earlier. He froze, he couldn't believe it.
It was his father Newt Scamander and the case was none other than the same one with the magical creatures. "Same as you," Newt responded.
"You here to get a loan for a bakery?" Jacob asked. Colt could tell his father had just made it up.
"Yes," Newt quickly responded though his attention seemed to be elsewhere.
Colt could only look at his father 30 years younger, in shock.
Jacob held his hand out to shake Newt's hand saying "May the best man win" when Newt abruptly got up from his seat and left. He seemed to be following something but whatever it was it was too small or too fast to see.
Colt quickly realized he needed to get a move on and find not only Aaron but Mal as well, he had to have landed elsewhere he couldn't be dead he couldn't.
Colt was moving through, quietly calling for Aaron. People looked at him as if he were a pickpocket keeping their distance, which was fine with Colt he needed space to find his niffler.
He heard a dog bark and turned to see a woman's dog barking under the couch, he noticed a large jewel on it's collar disappear it could only be a niffler. Aaron! He thought.
Just after he saw this, he saw a small creature dash from under the couch.
He hurried after it, down the stairs into the vault, he saw it squeezing it's way into a large metal vault.
He pulled out his wand when he heard footsteps behind him. He whipped his head to see his younger father and uncle just behind. Newt set his suitcase down on the ground to place what Colt recognized as an occamy in it,just beside he saw the eggshell it must have just hatched from.
Jacob looked flustered, as Newt finished putting away the occamy, he looked up at Colt and was confused.
"What are you doing here?" he inquired. "Oh well I had to get my... Friend out of the vault." Colt said.
"Oh well," Newt said. "I guess could help you with that," Newt pulled out his brown wand pointed it at the door and uttered alohamora and the door unlocked to reveal not one but two Nifflers fighting over a gold bar. They ceased their fighting to notice the two wizards.
"Really?" Newt grumbled as he grabbed hold of the black haired niffler. Colt grabbed Aaron and the two wizards began to tickles their Nifflers causing coins jewel and other shiny objects to fall out of their pouches. As Jacob watched he wondered if the two men were related.
"Oh so you're gonna steal the money huh?" An elderly man behind them said.
To Colt's horror he pulled the alarm, only to be stunned shortly after by a freezing charm by Newt. They could see guards coming down the stairs Jacob began panicking.
"No don't shoot! Don't shoot!" He cried until Newt grabbed both him and and Colt and apparated to the outside of the bank.
Colt quickly stuffed Aaron into his pocket.
"Uh thanks," he said to Newt. "No problem. Nifflers, Little buggers are'nt they?"
"So you're a wizard as well?"
"Uh yes," Colt said he saw no point in pretending not to be.
"Wizard?!" Jacob said looking at them in bewilderment. "Oh sorry," Newt said. "You have seen too much."
As he pulled out his wand to obliviate him, Jacob smacked him with his suitcase and ran away.
Colt looked confused over what to do. Jacob didn't know about magic but he couldn't just obliviate him. Who knew what could happen?
"Bugger," Newt said as Colt helped him up. He suddenly saw a woman coming down the street. He recognized her clothing she had to be an auror. "Quick get out of here," he said to Newt.
'Apparate!" Newt quickly did so just as the auror grabbed hold of Colt and apparated with him to a brick wall.
"Who are you?" she said, Colt again was shocked it was his mother Tina Goldstein.