A.N- Hey guys! So it's been a long time coming, but here is the final part of this three-shot. Sorry to have left you waiting... I hope the ending doesn't feel rushed. And here is your first introduction to the Lionheart Clan! (apologises if there's any errors, uploading this late in the evening). Anyway enjoy! And would love to hear what you guys think!

Part 3

The night had receded away along with the rainforest below them. Orange rays filled the sky as the sun rose before them. Newt Scamander had to squint to prevent being blinded by the bright light. Being so high up meant the light was more intense up here. The atmosphere had settled somewhat since their hasty departure. Everyone nursing their exhaustion, bruises and scraps as they soared through the skies.

Even though they had left the rainforest long behind them, Tina Goldstein still kept glancing back. Almost like she was hoping to spot the silhouette of a woman following after them. Sure it was silly and impossible, but she couldn't stop. Her heart ached for her sister, Queenie. She should be here with them on this crazy mission of theirs, not beside Grindelwald. Yet her sister had still crossed through those blue flames three years ago and vanished without a trace. Much like Queenie she turned away and glanced at Jacob Kawalski sat in front of her.

Should she tell him?

It wasn't that she didn't feel like he deserved to know, but the thought that they had left her behind once again was already plaguing her mind. Did she really want it to plague Jacob's too? Besides they had bigger concerns right now. Like how far until Rio?

Evelyn Lionheart, much like Nagini with Yusuf Kama, was clinging to Theseus Scamander as if her life depended on it. Everyone had surface fears, not rooted in deep personal issues instead rooted in dislikes or threats to their safety. Some feared insects like spiders or bees, others in what lay in the depths of the ocean. For Evelyn it was heights, particularly moving heights that accompanied flying. Sure if she really had to, she could fly a broom. Not particularly well but she could if her life depended on it. But if she was honest, she much preferred apparating or port-keys. They were quick and didn't come with the danger of falling to your death (well usually). So she felt a surge of relief when Newt cried out over his shoulder.

"I think we're here!"

At least the enchanted map that had once been in Jacob's hands had been put to good use again. Newt had somehow managed to try and guide the dragon to Rio de Janeiro. At first Theseus wasn't sure whether to believe him, but one glance down below showed him all he needed to see.

Sure enough, sat below them was a seaside bay city. Little dots of buildings were clumped and dotted the land that bent round into the sea. If he squinted he could make out boats sat in the docks. The early morning sun glimmered over the sea that stretched off and out of sight. Beyond the city, he could make out Sugarloaf mountain that appeared as if it was trying to cut up into the sky. It was truly a sight to behold, even Evelyn had dared to take a peak below them.

As they drew closer, Theseus became more aware of the sight of a dragon sweeping over a mostly muggle populated city.

"Newt!" he called.

His little brother snapped his attention back.

"Perhaps we could land on the mountain? Would be more discreet, I don't think the Rio population will respond well to a dragon sweeping over their city, and it's better not to have another New York situation don't you think?"

"Right," Newt offered brief agreement. Why did he have to bring New York up? The Ministry still blamed him for a lot of the damage to the city. They didn't say it, but he knew they did. Did Theseus feel the same? Or was he just trying to make light of something that greatly annoyed Newt?

"Oh and probably best to-"

"Stay high, I know!" Newt cut his brother off curtly. He wasn't going to led a recently captured dragon into a city of unsuspecting people, surely Theseus knew that? Maybe he was just getting irritated by his brother because of the exhaustion that crept at his eyelids. Merlin knows he was craving a nice, comfortable and warm bed. But somehow he was uncertain if they would get such hospitality in Rio. All he could do was led them onward as he followed his brother's advice. Stay high and land on the mountain.

Jacob had been thankful that they hadn't completely trekked down from the mountain that towered over the city of Rio de Janeiro. Instead choosing to discreetly and steadily apparate down to the outskirts of the city. The dragon who had graciously given them a ride didn't stick around long once they had departed from their back. No, they'd shot back off into the sky and made a break for the horizon. It was out of their control now if the muggles caught sight of the winged beast. Newt could only hope that the dragon would find safety and peace out in the wild, far away from poachers.

When they reached the city limits, there was a steady sunbeam illuminating the streets. Morning had definitely broken over the Brazilian capital. Unlike the London streets they had left behind, these were dry as a bone without a single raindrop in sight.

If they glanced back, he could still make out the unfinished statue guarding the mountain top. Evelyn told him the muggles were constructing some kind of Christian monument as a symbol of peace. Once finished it would depict Christ himself.

Jacob was a little surprised at her knowledge, initially he thought maybe wizards and witches would have different belief systems. Yet both Tina and Queenie had strong Jewish roots, and celebrated Hanukkah (something he had learnt when he and Queenie were still embarking on their secret relationship). Just like muggles they could be just as devout to their religious beliefs or perhaps not even have any at all. There was much more connecting the magical and non-magical community than he originally perceived.

And now once again he was in a city that felt so unlike his own. It was still early and most of the streets were silent and empty. There were a few passers-by, that may have given them some confused glances but didn't approach them. Palm trees loomed over the pathways and even from here the salty sea air was ripe within their nostrils. Even the air felt warmer in temperature, not too hot as the sun hadn't reached it's peak. This was a far cry from London and unlike there, they didn't seem to have a destination.

"So, we have indeed arrived. What's our next move Scamander?" Yusuf seemed to address both Scamanders in his question. According to the Ministry, Theseus was leading this expedition, but Newt was the main one of the group that he knew Dumbledore trusted the most. The intended leader of authority against Grindelwald, and then the reluctant leader of Dumbledore's rebellion (one definitely embraced leadership more firmly). But it seemed they weren't the ones with the full answer.

"We need a safe-house, somewhere to contact Dumbledore discreetly, figure out our next move," Theseus gave a half answer. Evelyn picked up on his answer and offered hers.

"I know somewhere," Evelyn spoke quietly but confidently.

"Is it discreet?"

She nodded and didn't offer much else, "It's just this way."

And with that she, for the first time that trip, took a steady and silent lead. The others were in no position to argue with her as they followed in her wake. Something in her stride lead them to believe that this wasn't her first time navigating these streets. Sure she stumbled a few times, taking a few wrong turns but then she quickly got back on course.

"Where are we going?" Tina spoke up, puzzled.

"Somewhere safe," Evelyn replied, "Somewhere very safe."

Her answer was cryptic and offered no other information. It sounded almost like she felt a little apprehensive about taking them to this supposed safe-house. The reason for that, Tina didn't quite understand. She had thought maybe it was a Ministry safe-house, but yet even Theseus seemed as puzzled as them. Where was she taking them?

She lead them down into a narrow alleyway situated along the side of a large three-story building. The architecture looked rich and spoke of high class, with strong stone work and beautiful archways for doors and windows. Yet this wasn't the entrance Evelyn was looking for. Instead she measured a few long paces, before stopping and turning to face the wall. Drawing her wand in her left hand, she swished it with the most finesse she could muster. The shape she traced formed a large golden L in sparkling calligraphy before her, it was like she had written into thin air. The L floated there for a brief second before it drifted into the stone wall. It shone brightly before disappearing. There was a pause then a portion of the wall swung back like a door, revealing an opening into the building. The group could only watch even more puzzled as Evelyn turned to them.

"Follow me," she said, before stepping through the door-way. The group did as she said in silent curiosity.

"It should be practically empty this time of day, it'll be too early for anyone to be in the offices," she spoke almost casually, like she wasn't ignorant to the fact her companions had no idea where they were.

"Offices?" Nagini questioned.

"Part of the family business, one of our international branches," Evelyn spoke, again not offering much else.

"Ahh yes, the Lionhearts. Your family are in fashion industry aren't they?" Yusuf commented.

"Fashion industry? The magical world has a fashion industry?" Jacob seemed a little baffled. One thing he wouldn't necessarily associate Evelyn with was fashion. Sure she was always smartly dressed, but fashion connoisseur... no.

But nobody answered that question as the small corridor they had entered through came to an end. Instead Jacob could only watch in awe. The corridor had opened out into a large room.

Velvet blue carpet lined the floor, with shimmering moons and stars embedded in gold. On closer inspection, they moved and shimmered in the light that was cast down from the glass chandeliers. They were huge and each shade of glass contained glowing yellow light. It wasn't harsh light, more gentle and homely. Occasionally some of the glass shards would grow wings and take form as bird, beating their tiny delicate wings and fly over the large space. Upon the floor was a variety of what looked like desks. But there didn't seemed to be a specific order, shape or design to them. One desk seemed to be a silver dragon, it's back flat to rest papers and equipment upon it. It then curved up into a head, that just like the glass birds moved every so often, surveying the room. Another desk was curved liked a crescent moon and flickered with a fire like glow. To the left of them were two grand golden doors , to the right a small stage that housed mannequins that... moved. They kept shifting into different poses, lingering for a minute and then quickly changing into something else. There was one with long robes of crimson that looked like fire made into cloth. A cloak that looked like captured starlight that sparkled brightly whenever the mannequin moved. Directly in front of them was a silver staircase, that looked like it was ascending into heaven. Below that staircase was another set of golden double doors.

The entire room looked like organised chaos and creativity. It was like every idea that could be brought to life had been (or at least attempted to).

"This place is beautiful," Nagini breathed gazing up at the glass birds. One fluttered down, landing on her outstretched hand. It perched for a moment, gazing at her before it took off and became a chandelier glass shard once more.

"It's certainly something," Evelyn could say no more, she was much more used to the creative organisation of her family.

"You say this is just one of your families offices? How many do they have?" Jacob was in awe, how had Evelyn never mentioned this before?

"Erm a few," Evelyn answered with modesty.

"A few is putting it mild. The Lionhearts are a well renowned family company, they've been staples in the wizarding fashion community for nearly over ten years," Theseus had more familiarity with Evelyn's family, in Ministry circles everyone knew their names. The Lionhearts had money and good relations, it made them well known in a variety of upper class circles.

Evelyn smiled a little sheepishly, she hadn't really spoken much about her family to the others. It wasn't that she didn't love them, no precisely the opposite. Family was everything to Evelyn. No, she'd chosen to be reserved about herself... it was a defence mechanism.

"Even in America we've heard mention of the Lionhearts. I just didn't realise you were a relation Evelyn," Tina looked to the very quiet Auror.

"Well... we're quite different people..." she replied, she then began the lead again, "There's a small flat upstairs, we can rest up there."

The others didn't press any more, before following after her. The desire for a comfortable bed far outweighed their curiosity about Evelyn's family. Yet, their curiosity would be satisfied more than they thought.

They were about to reach the double doors when they heard it. Gentle footsteps at the top of the silver stairs beside them. That didn't seem right as Evelyn turned to the sound of the noise. Her greeting would not be an enemy, instead something much more familiar and welcoming.

"My goodness, is that my Evie?"

The question drew the group to turn to the new arrival. Stood at the top of the stairs was a tall man, he was dressed in a plum suit with a matching blue shirt that sparkled with stars. His once chestnut brown hair was now fading into grey and beginning to disappear from the sides of his temple. An air of joy radiated off him as he grinned down at them. Beside him was younger gentleman, he wore a more modest grey suit matched with a crystal white shirt. His brown eyes surveyed them behind rounded spectacles, black hair swept back neatly. He looked like he held pride within his chest and much like the older man beside him, beamed at the sight of Evelyn Lionheart.

Evelyn was taken by surprise as she took them both in, her expression softened.

"Hello father," Evelyn smiled at her father, Maurice Lionheart as he bounded down the stairs to greet his daughter. She was instantly caught in his embrace, as he held her close. He then pulled back, looking at his daughter properly. He noted her exhaustion, the dirt covering her and the very swollen, very bruised wrist.

"Merlin's beard, you look like you've been through the wars. Whatever happened?" Maurice took her wrist gently in his hands inspecting it. He looked both concerned, but also angry. How dare someone hurt his daughter.

"Been starting fights again, Evie?" the younger man eyed her with some levity but the same concern.

Evelyn took in the younger man, well he wasn't young to her. Edwin Lionheart was her older brother, the oldest of Maurice and Maribelle.

"We ran into a little trouble, Edwin," she answered her brother smiling at him.

It was as she spoke the words "We" that her father and brother took in the rest of the group, who were equally as exhausted. Evelyn also seemed to remember she wasn't alone, looking back to the others.

"This is my father, Maurice and my brother, Edwin," she gestured towards the two gentlemen. Turning back to her blood, Evelyn added, "Father, Edwin, you remember Theseus yes?"

"Ahh Theseus Scamander, it is good to see you again my boy," Maurice took Theseus' hand giving it a firm shake.

"And you Mr Lionheart. Please forgive us, we didn't mean to intrude like this," Theseus returned the handshake, offering a smile he had perfected at many Ministry balls. Yet this one was genuinely sincere.

"Nonsense my boy, and please call me Maurice," he dismissed Theseus' formality.

Evelyn then turned to introduce the rest of the group, who most certainly had not had the pleasure to meet her family previously.

"And these are-" Evelyn for a moment was uncertain about how to collectively address the rest of the group. Acquaintances? No, that was a term she'd use for colleagues, those she had no true attachment to except a common goal. Companions? Again, it didn't feel right.

"Her friends," Newt filled in the blanks for her.

Evelyn was stunned into silence by Newt's comment. Friends? That term hadn't crossed her mind. Of course, this group had become interesting important to Evelyn. She had truly gotten to know them better over the last three years, and was willingly to do whatever it took to have their backs. But friends, she didn't know she'd been afforded that privilege to be cared for like that. Biting her lip, she prevented the urge to grin with glee. Little did Newt know how much those simple words had meant to her.

"Well any friend of Evie's is welcome here," Edwin seemed to be the only one who had sensed the thought that had passed through Evelyn's mind. He took them all in with a smile, before putting his hands together.

"Hang on, let me guess..." he stopped them from any introductions as he went around the group, "You must be... Jacob Kawalski... Nagini... Yusuf Kama... Tina Goldstein."

Edwin had got all of his assumptions correct and everyone was confused.

"My sister has made mention of you all numerous times, especially in her letters," he cleared up their confusion. Evelyn couldn't help but blush a little.

"Yes, my daughter seems quite fond of you all," Maurice added a little more embarrassment for Evelyn. He then moved to stand in front of Newt and to Newt's surprise clasped him with a sturdy hand on his shoulder.

"And of course, we recognise you Mr Newt Scamander," Maurice beamed at the startled magiozoologist.

"You do?" Newt blinked in surprise, even though his book had hit shelves years ago, Maurice Lionheart didn't strike him as someone who'd take an interest in his book.

"Oh yes, your book was an absolute delight! However did you come up with that catchy title, 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' ?"

It was Newt's turn to be a little embarrassed, "Well I... I had a little help with the title."

His eyes drifted to Tina Goldstein, still stood ever by his side. Catching his gaze, she returned a small smile.

"Ahh a modest and honest man, isn't that lovely. Well I thought the book was splendid. My boy, Eustace particularly was taken by it. I haven't seen him without it since he received his copy, my he will be overjoyed to meet you."

"Meet him? Eustace is here?" Evelyn's attention was caught at the mention of her little brother, Eustace Lionheart.

Eustace was the youngest of the Lionheart clan, and much like his sister was very different for his family. Where they paraded parties with confidence and joy to see others, Eustace would cling to his lifeline... Evelyn. He was a shy and kind-hearted young man, who had no real interest in the creativity of his parents world. Like Evelyn, he'd found a different passion and they were magical creatures. With them he felt truly at home, and his dream was to follow in the footsteps of one, Newt Scamander. Eustace wanted to study and care for creatures, he wanted to be a magiozoologist... just like his hero. So it wasn't a surprise that Evelyn connected with Newt so well, he reminded her of her dearly beloved little brother. And since he had been born, they were inseparable. He was more than her brother, he was her best friend.

"Dumbledore may have dropped a hint that you might be stopping by, so naturally... we're all here," Edwin answered her question.

"Wait... mother and Emil are here as well?" Evelyn blinked at her brother.

"Of course they are, now come let's not keep them waiting. The flat's upstairs and I'm sure you all are tired and hungry," Maurice took the lead, as he opened the doors below the stairs ushering them all inside.

"That sounds great Mr Lionheart, thank you," Jacob smiled at the older man, now realising how empty his stomach really was. They really hadn't eaten anything since they'd stopped for lunch the previous day. Even Nagini looked thankful for the promise of food.

"Mr Lionheart was my father Jacob, please just call me Maurice," he corrected him. He proceeded to usher them up some stairs, for much needed rest, sustenance and the introduction to the rest of the Lionheart clan.

Newt really felt like he was intruding, but he was also grateful for Maurice's kindness. He opened up what was quite possibly his home to them, offering them safety. It was clear even from the way he continued to talk that unlike his own parents, Maurice very much supported his daughter's career choice. Auror did sound more respectable to higher class wizards, but somehow Maurice felt like an outlier. He even spoke with pride about his youngest, Eustace's pursuits into the studies of magical creatures. He learned in detail about how his sketching abilities were detailed, he had a natural talent and keenness to learn. Newt hadn't picked up on what Maurice was doing, but Tina had. He was trying to open an opportunity for his son... the chance to learn, perhaps work with Newt Scamander. Yet she had noted his concerns and worries too. The career paths of his youngest children certainly came with some risk, a risk he wasn't fully comfortable with. Yet he tried to not let that influence him into holding back his children from their passions. It was certainly a very refreshing view. Even Jacob and Nagini were taken aback by how casually Maurice talked to them. He never spoke down to them, instead treating them with the same courtesy he would any respectable wizard or witch. However it definitely put Evelyn in a new light. It was clear Maurice had raised his children to share the same compassionate views, something even the most well intentioned wizarding families had only attempted.

Yet Maurice's tales of his children came to an abrupt end when they began to ascend the next set of stairs. The small blue door with a lion-head for a knocker at the top landing had opened up, and a rather large ball of grey fur came bounding down the steps towards them. Everyone parted moving backwards, as the bundle stopped before them. But it wasn't a bundle. What looked like some kind of wild dog bared it's teeth at them. It's fur was a mixture of grey and white, yellow eyes were narrowed watching them with distrust. Eyes were pulled back, as teeth were gritted and a small growl began to rumble from it's throat. It mainly seemed focussed on non-Lionheart members of the group, growling at them almost territorially. The others looked worried and alarmed, Newt on the other hand looked curious, hands raised in an attempt to ease the creature. But he needn't bother.

"Woah ease there girl," Evelyn was already on her knees, no alarm in her manner. At her voice, the dog's demeanour changed, ears perking up and let out a small bark. Evelyn smiled at the dog, giving her gentle strokes on her head.

"It's alright, Silver. They're friends, I promise," Evelyn told 'Silver', as she continued to stroke her fur in greeting. She then looked up at the others.

"Sorry, Silver's a little protective... her natural wolf instincts I suppose."

"Wait did you just say wolf?" Jacob was even more confused.

Newt was already beside Evelyn, curious about the creature. He stayed within her eyeline, hands raised, he made no move to invade her space.

"My, isn't she a beauty," Newt mumbled, eyeing the wolf before him. There was definitely something unusual about her, well aside for the fact she was a wild animal turned domestic. He noted the happy movements of her tail, as she nuzzled closer to Evelyn, even giving her a few gentle licks on her face. Evelyn didn't seem to mind, instead she was grinning with child-like glee.

"Oh bloody hell, Silver!"

Another man had now made his appearance. He looked close to the splitting image of Edwin, except a little younger and more dishevelled. These black locks were messy and unruly, with blue eyes not hidden behind spectacles like his brother. His white shirt was untucked and covered in crease lines. Emil Lionheart was a bit more of a wild card, and his mischievous nature had gotten him into his far share of detentions at Hogwarts. Like Edwin, he had the creative flare and out of the box thinking that helped boost the family business into new realms. Yet his dream had never been this. Emil's passion was Qudditch, he had been Ravenclaw's top chaser at Hogwarts. As fate would have it, he never followed through on his dream... hitting the professional leagues. He could have, if only he had stuck with it, but Emil lacked the disciplined drive both his older brother and little sister had. That signature wit of his, that had never left him.

"Emil, I thought mother said to keep Silver in the flat? It's not exactly ideal to have her run amok through the offices," Edwin looked at his brother with humoured exasperation.

"Oh I'm sorry, I heard you noisy bunch clattering up the stairs so I thought I'd try to be civilised. Then this one dashed out the door, I swear she only listens to Evelyn and Eustace," Emil expressed his annoyance and simultaneously acknowledged his sister's presence.

"It's good to see you too Emil," Evelyn stood up, Silver proving Emil's point as she move patiently beside her.

"Rough journey? As Dumbledore put us under the impression you would have been here yesterday."

"We ran into a spot of trouble on the way," Tina replied, looking at the young man.

"Well at least you all made it in one piece," Emil responded giving Evelyn's arm a small squeeze, "And yes, it's good to see you too little fox."

He then looked towards, "I'm Emil by the way. Sorry for the rushed introduction, but mom's up there fretting away hoping her daughter isn't lying in a ditch dead somewhere. So come on."

And now like his father before him, Emil took the lead to where they were promised peace and sanctuary.

Evelyn hadn't be to Rio very often, her memories of the city were rooted in her childhood memories. They had opened the Rio office space between her sixth and seventh year at Hogwarts. Her and her little brother, Eustace had spent many hours often alone as her parents and brothers were swamped with work to ensure a smooth opening. It had been carnage in the beginning, it had made studying almost impossible but Evelyn was still determined to get a head start on her N.E.W.T.S. Her and Eustace had even dared to go explore the city on more than a few occasions. Despite this Evelyn couldn't fault her parents, they were following their dreams and still made the effort for time together as a family. It was something she hadn't initially appreciated as a child, but they just as much as her put family first. So as they stepped through the small blue door with the lion-head knocker, the young auror felt like she was stepping back in time.

There was no hallway separating the kitchen from the front door. Yet there was still a small mat and a coat stand tucked up the corner. They neatly housed light-weight rain coats and robes, with shoes neatly tucked underneath.

Before them was a long kitchen table, it could sit at least eight people. It was simplistic and homely, but if she looked closer at the legs she could see that extra detail. Little bowtruckle shaped figures looked like they'd been carved into the wood. It looked almost as if they had settle beneath the table, claiming it as home. Evelyn remembered Edwin transfiguring them years ago to surprise Eustace when they had been stuck here for his birthday. His face had a lit up at the sight of the wood carvings of his favourite creatures. That smile had been worth all the late night hours he had spent perfecting it. The chairs were a little more simple, but had quilted, plaid seat cushions that blended greens, yellows and blues. On either wall was an assortment of kitchen cabinets, and work tops sat beneath. The wood they were made from was a perfect combination of nature wood and pure gold. Within the kitchen was a black gas oven, it was small enough to suit their needs. They was also a small radio that sat playing on the counter top, she could already tell her mother had been in charge of the station. She could already recognise the difference between the wizarding world only british radio station and her father's more muggle offerings. Especially as they were currently showcasing the singing talent of a young child prodigy... someone called Celestina? Evelyn didn't know, but this child certainly had some talent.

Past the kitchen was a living room area, with a long green sofa with matching armchairs. They were gathered around a fireplace, that rarely got used but still made the room feel more homely. It was also gold, but had carved stars of silver planted within. Either side were large bay windows, that provided a lovely view of the city of Rio. No-one could see those within, but those within could see everything. Beneath the fireplace was a patterned green rug. Evelyn thought it was hideous, but it was cosy... that she couldn't deny. Above the fireplace was a variety of family photos and pictures, some quite old... some a little more recent. But the Lionhearts treasured every memory they could capture. It was something her mother, Maribelle was particularly stubborn about. Her children, they were her world.

So when Evelyn stepped through the door, along with her friends, Maribelle Lionheart moved swiftly from her spot pacing in front of the fire. Her long black hair had been pinned up a messy bun, she hadn't looked like she slept much that night, yet she was still dressed with that elegance. Her long, silk like purple dress was modest and rich. Her blue eyes pierced the room with such intensity that Newt now knew exactly where Evelyn got that fierce nature from. However that intensity wasn't threatening, it was more raw... and worried.

Dress sweeping behind her, she didn't stop until she meet her daughter halfway across the room in the kitchen.

"Goodness Evelyn, where have you been? We were expecting you yesterday," Maribelle embraced her daughter, before she pulled back taking in her daughter. She then noticed Evelyn's blackened wrist, taking it gentle as to not make Evelyn wince (she still did), Maribelle's eyes widened.

"Ohh, you're hurt darling. Did someone do this? Did they hurt you anywhere else?"

Evelyn had been expecting this... Maribelle was a natural born worrier when it came to her children. Although Evelyn had to think, maybe it was a natural mother's instinct. She could only try her best to settle her.

"No... no I'm alright really."

"Of course you're not alright. Honey your wrist's broken-"

"Mother-"

"Yes I know it's broken, those training years with St Mungo's taught me enough to spot broken bones on sight. Plus you look absolutely exhausted."

Evelyn sighed, "Yeah... I'm not the only one."

Maribelle then finally looked past her daughter to the rest of the group, seeing them for the first time.

"Found them downstairs in the offices, honey. Figured they could all use some hot food and a warm bed," Maurice beamed at his wife, always taken by her beauty and her adoration for the family.

"Merlin's beard, I'm sorry. I'm Evelyn's mother, Maribelle. Please take a seat and make yourselves at home... you all look like you had a rough journey getting here," Maribelle greeted her daughter's friends.

"Thank you Mrs Lionheart, it's good to see you again," Theseus nodded his gratitude at the older woman.

"Always so formal Theseus, it's Maribelle," she corrected him, she then looked to her daughter, "Now you sit and pop that wrist on the table for me."

Evelyn followed her mother's instructions silently, knowing not to argue with her. Looking past, she spotted a hesitate figure floating in the living room. He peered at the dishevelled group, who were now awkwardly taking seats around the dining room table. Blinking the chestnut hair out of his brown eyes, he caught the gaze of his older sister, Evelyn.

Eustace Lionheart was the youngest member of the Lionheart family, and also the shyest. Fresh out of Hogwarts, he still held the air of a young student with his round cheeks and nervous shuffle. He always looked uncertain around new people, not wanting to make bad impressions... especially if those people meant something to his family. However, Evelyn knew exactly how to give him a little bravery.

"Eustace," Evelyn smiled warmly at her little brother, her heart filled with joy at the sight of her best friend.

That greeting alone was enough to draw him out of his hiding place in the living room. Holding her arms out, Eustace moved into her embrace. The safety and reassurance of his big sister's hugs were the only bravery boost he needed.

"Evie, I'm glad you're okay," Eustace muttered into her shoulder, squeezing her tightly. Evelyn responded in kind, continuing to hold him close.

"Were you worried about me?"

"We hadn't heard from you."

Evelyn pulled back, resting her hand on his shoulder, "Danger comes with the job remember."

"I know, but... we still worry," Eustace muttered, looking at his feet.

"I know..." Evelyn paused, before turning him around to the others, "Eustace, these are- my friends. Everyone this is my little brother, Eustace."

Eustace raised a small hand and ushered a small, "Hello."

Everyone greeted him in kind, Evelyn could already see his gaze lingering on Newt before shyly looking away again. She knew he was trying to hold a beaming smile at the prospect that he was meeting his hero in person for the first time.

It was a tap on her elbow that drew her out of the moment. Maribelle was waiting patiently for her daughter, wand drawn. Evelyn knew there was no fighting it now. With that wand Maribelle would deal with any cut, scrap or broken bone the battered group of friends had. It would begin their early morning of mending, food and rest.

Jacob was surprised the learn this wasn't the Lionheart's main stay of residence. Not many he knew could say they had two properties, let alone more. Yet their main home was located remotely in the English countryside, this was merely temporary accommodation for overseas work in Rio. He never knew that Evelyn came from such wealth. But none of them boasted that wealth, instead they seemed to value family above all else. That was apparent from the family achievements sat above the mantle piece.

First was Edwin Lionheart, stood proud with his father. Maribelle had explained all he had ever wanted since he was a little boy was to work for the family business. The photo was his first day of work, fresh out of Hogwarts.

Emil's photo on the other-hand was a little less recent, he was dressed in his Ravenclaw Qudditch robes. He had been their top chaser back in his school years, Qudditch was his passion. Maurice stated his son could have gone professional, he had the talent. The sober musing of Emil's reply, "Yeah could have," spoke of maybe some silent regret.

Then came Evelyn's picture, she was shaking Theseus' hand and receiving a tightly wound scroll.

"Oh I remember that day, you'd just finishing fully qualifying as an Auror. Passed all her tests with flying colours," Theseus had chimed in.

"That's our Evie, always passed every test she's took," Maribelle beamed with pride.

Evelyn could only remain silent and offer a small smile in return.

Then was Eustace's picture, he was still dressed in his Hufflepuff robes and wasn't surrounded by others. Instead he was praising Silver, who had just successfully give him both paws with very slight command from Eustace. Newt could clearly see the boy in his element, he held no shyness here. No instead he was truly filled with joy.

He glanced at the young Lionheart, who was squished beside his sister as they shared an armchair by the fireplace. The group had been fully fed and begun to settle into the flat. The Lionhearts had offered conversation a plenty. They had picked up on the siblings dynamic pretty quickly.

Edwin was the responsible, level-headed and logical older brother. He was rational, yet creative. He took his responsibility for looking out for his family very seriously.

Emil was his polar opposite, he was prankster, a jokester. Sarcasm and wit was his nature, knowing just how to pop fun at his brothers and sister. Witty comebacks were a plenty with Emil, but it was all meant in good fun, never malicious.

Evelyn they knew was reserved and a little quiet. But around her siblings she was different, she seemed more open and relaxed but also a little mischievous. She had her own wheelhouse of comebacks for Emil, yet kind words for Eustace with whom she seemed protective.

He stayed glued to her side, still clearly feeling a little awkward around their guests. He was a lot more reserved than Evelyn and also more gentle. He spoke softly and quietly when addressed, and always seemed a little shy. He kept casting glances at Newt, and the two would often smile a little sheepishly at each other.

"Say Evie?"

Evelyn was pulled out of the peaceful silence the room had fallen into by Emil looking at her.

"How did one of the Ministry's rising Aurors break her wrist? Or is it classified?"

Evelyn could only scowl at him a little, but she knew he wasn't poking fun this time. No... her family were naturally curious, it couldn't be helped.

"Well, that might be my fault," Jacob still winced, even though the bones had easily been mended. Maribelle wasn't lying when she said she was a trained healer. She had aided St Mungo's staff during the war and had picked up a variety of skills. Mending bones was as easy for her as creating new garments.

"Jacob..." Tina tried to stop his comment.

"There was this Poacher and well-" Jacob started.

"He tried to hurt my friend so I stopped him, it's no-one's fault but the Poacher's," Evelyn cut Jacob off, offering a brief but simple explanation.

Jacob looked at her, "I don't I properly thanked you for that."

"It's okay Jacob, honestly," Evelyn smiled at him, a smile he returned.

Silence fell once more, before a question that had lingered with Jacob since the frightful encounter could no longer remain within.

"I gotta ask... the poacher there was something he said... something he called me..."

Evelyn's face fell, she could already sense the question that was about to leave his lips.

"Mudblood."

The room fell silent as Evelyn barely uttered the words. Everyone now looked as uncomfortable as Eustace, each not muttering a world. Yet Maribelle Lionheart particularly looked very uncomfortable, no she looked sickened and angry just as Evelyn had done back in that cage.

"We don't say that word under this roof, Evelyn," Maribelle looked ready to scold her daughter.

"I know... I'm sorry," she said, even she looked disgusted at the word she just uttered, she then looked to Jacob, "Believe me, it's not a nice word Jacob."

"Right, sorry I just... was curious was all," the baker trailed.

"You want to know what it means?" Maurice addressed Jacob now, he looked angry now too but not at Jacob. It was a more rooted frustration.

"I- erm-" Jacob didn't know how to answer.

"Maurice," Maribelle warned.

But Maurice went against his wife's warnings, "It means dirty blood. It means not pure. You see some wizarding families are obsessed with blood purity, Jacob. They can't possibly be tainted by filth. It's their term for those from a muggle back, typically muggle-born wizards, like myself. Or I have heard it used against muggles like you too."

"Muggle-born?"

"Yeah, not all wizards and witches are half-bloods or pure-bloods. I didn't know anything about the wizarding world until I had a Hogwarts letter arrive at my door."

"Ohh I didn't know. I just thought you all were born and raised with magic," Jacob replied, partly sicken by what he'd just heard but still curious.

"Oh if some pure-bloods had their way, he would never have been given the chance to step through those doors," Evelyn looked angry now, like an old wound was bothering her. Jacob hadn't meant to open a can of worms, he felt guilty. Yet his next question spilled out before he could stop himself.

"Is that why you looked so angry?"

It took Evelyn a moment to realise he was addressing her and then to know what the question was. No-one knew her truth with that word, yet Theseus could guess. He heard enough mutterings from pure-blood circles to know the disdain some of them held for the union of Maurice and Maribelle.

"Ahh Jacob erm-" she didn't want to get into this here.

"My children are half-bloods Jacob, my maiden name was Avery," Maribelle rescued her daughter. Unlike her, no matter how uncomfortable she could speak her truth.

"Avery? Your a pure-blood?" Newt asked Maribelle.

Maribelle nodded, "I am. My family... well let's just say they didn't take too kindly to me marrying a muggle-born."

"Sorry to hear that," Tina offered her some sympathy.

Maribelle nodded as the room fell into silence.

Now Jacob understood why they treated him and Nagini with such respect. Why Evelyn seemed to understand more about the muggle world. Why she didn't seem opposed to doing things the muggle way. She had been raised with a toe in both worlds, learning to respect and love both her muggle and wizarding heritage. The family was respectful and kind. They didn't see him as lesser, than saw him as an equal. Something even his well intentioned friends sometimes struggled to do completely. Was this why Dumbledore had trusted them with such sensitive information as their location?

Still he couldn't linger on these questions for long. The events of last night was catching up with everyone, as rest became a more prosperous option. Then it was onto reviewing any reply from Dumbledore and their next move now they were in Rio. Hopefully this one wouldn't lead they into the arms of poachers.