So, this was an alternate plotline where Anna left 4th year early (Leta would have become newts dueling partner in the tournament). I had initially planned her "Death' to be on the titanic but eventually scrapped the idea because the overlapping film plots got too confusing and working a witch into the James Cameron film would have been difficult considering it's focus on Jack and Rose.

P.S this was also before the Amnesia timeline came to me, enjoy!

'Dear Newt,

I hope this letter finds you well, I'm in Ireland with mum and dad about to get on this gigantic ship, I wish I could take a photo, but instead I sent a drawing. I hope your next tournament event goes well, I'm sure Leta will be a suitable replacement while I'm gone. Wish I could be there.

Your's truly,

Anna Elizabeth Carrio.

Newt looked at the letter with a smile, she'd gone home a week ago to pack her things for the cruise, he looked down at the drawing, impressed at the amount of detail she'd put into it. Tucking the letter and picture into his robe pocket he hurried off towards potions.

"Newt!" Leta caught him at lunch a few days later, a paper in her hands. "Leta, what's wrong?" she looked out of breath as she hunched over.

"Anna…" his heart jumped, "What about her, Leta?" the dark-skinned teen slid the paper to him, "Was she…was she on the titanic?"

"Yes, I think that was the name of the cruise-liner, why?" she merely motioned to the papers headline.

'Titanic sinks four hours after hitting iceberg; 866 rescued by Carpathia. 1,500 perish.'

"1500…dead…" he could feel the tears sting his eyes, why did she have to get on that ship? Why couldn't she be safe…here? Safe at Hogwarts with Him and Leta, smiling and laughing?

"Newt I'm so sorry…" He stared despondently at the headline, the printed words just screaming over and over in his head. From a little way down the table, Theseus Scamander watched his brother, he'd never willingly admit it, but he admired the Metamorphmagus who'd gotten his little brother out of his shell. Since they'd met, he smiled more and had even engaged more with other students. Now that she was gone…what would happen to him?

Newt eventually went off the deep end. His grief caused him to shut everyone out, even as the final task in the tournament approached, he shoved people away. Leta helped when she could, making sure he ate and got to classes, despite their rocky start she and Anna were close and the Slytherin knew Anna would never let him get away with this behavior.

"Leta, just stop!" she ducked out of the way of him throwing one of the potion vials.

"I should have stopped her! I should have—"

"Newt, you know this isn't your fault…" she forced the distraught Hufflepuff to sit down. "I want you to breath."

"I should have begged her to stay here…" the way his voice cracked made her own heart shatter.

"There was nothing you could do. And we don't know if she was one of the one's who died, 866 people were rescued, maybe she was among them. She could be safe, the Carpathia delivered the survivors to New York, safely." Newt felt a small bit of hope return to him.

"But you need to stop beating yourself up over this. I'm sure the first thing she'd do is locate MACUSA and send an owl to the school."

"You're probably right, She's quite resourceful." Unfortunately, it would be years before he would see Anna again…in quite an unexpected way.

*Time skip*

*London 1923*

Newt had gotten a low-level job with the ministry, they'd placed him in the House Elf Relocation Department, his worst fear had come to pass, he'd been trapped in a desk job.

"If only this were like the Boggart…" he sighed locking the door to the office.

"Mr. Scamander?" he turned, awkwardly watching the woman who'd approached him. "Yes, Hattie?"

"There's been a development in that case you'd been wondering about." He seemed confused, his mind in a tired daze from the menial labor he'd done today

"The case I…Oh! Right, what's happened?"

"I was only told to bring you to the Minister." He tucked the key into his jacket pocket and moved to follow her through the long and winding corridors until they got to the elevator.

"Th-They didn't tell you anything?" even after all the years since he'd finished his schooling, he'd never quite grown out of his timid nature. He pulled the folded-up picture of Anna from his breast pocket and unfolded it, staring down at her smiling face, he still thought about her, even after all these years.

"In you go, Mr. Scamander." He hesitated, staring at the large, dark wood door before him, Hattie smiled encouragingly, that was how he knew she knew something he didn't, but perhaps she had been sworn to secrecy. Slowly, he opened the door, a warm light filled the room, the window behind the centered desk showed it was well past sunset.

"Ah, Newton, Come in. have a seat, won't you?" he once again hesitated but took a seat as he'd been asked.

"I'm certain Hattie told you there's been a development in Anna's case?"

"Y-Yes…but…" the man shushed him. "I think this is the biggest break yet. What happened with that ship was tragic However…"

"However, Sir?" the older man merely smiled knowingly. "You may come in now." A door to the side of the Ministers office opened and Newt sat, in unwavering shock, she'd grown slightly taller, her frame was still small, yet oddly frail, her hair was still the familiar shade of brown he'd loved all those years ago…but her eyes were worn and tired. His heart was going a million miles an hour

"Anna?" his voice was low, no…hesitant, as if should he be too loud, he'd wake up from what he could only fathom was a dream…or someone's cruel idea of a joke. Perhaps if he were unaware that he really did work at the ministry, he'd assume he'd fallen asleep in one of his classes…

"Hello, Newt." her voice was tiny, softer than he remembered, and yet there were still remnants of her childish ferocity. Her eyes avoided looking directly at him.

"You're…you're really here. After all these years."

"I am." Newt was on his feet, slowly advancing on her. He did not want to frighten her.

"I never got any letters, I…I thought you were dead." Not usually one for hugs, he made the rare exception, pulling her close, the long forgotten, yet somehow familiar scent of roses flooded his senses.

"I've missed you so much…" slowly, and with slight uncertainty she wrapped her arms around him.

"I missed so much time…Newt." He still smelled of pine and soil, she smiled. The minster looked mildly uncomfortable.

"So you eventually went back to Hogwarts?"

"Oh, um, yes. Dumbledore argued my case and I was allowed to finish my education." She looked visibly troubled.

"I got to America…but I had lost my passport when the ship went down, so I had absolutely no proof I was from England. I finished my education as a transfer in at Ilvermorny School. Got a job working for MACUSA for a bit but decided it wasn't for me. The ethics and all." The night air was comfortable as they walked down the rural, cobbled streets.

"Ilvermorny…"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, it was wonderful. They were very accommodating, especially Headmistress Whiteacre when she remembered who I was. I was just sort of placed into Puckwudgie house, it's basically our house equivalent." She felt his hand brush against hers and smiled.

"Well, it sounds like you really made the best of a bad situation."

"It wasn't all bad. And I'm sorry I never wrote you, I truly am."

"Well, what matters is you came back, even if it was after almost a decade." Anna playfully bumped his shoulder.

"Watch it, Scamander." A familiar grin reached both of their ears, she took his moment of distraction to take entwine their fingers, pulling him along.

"So, do you still keep in touch with Leta?" there was an uncomfortable silence.

"Leta and I…" his eyes were uncertain and yet tremendously sad. "After your ship went down, Leta and I…"

"You dated. Newt, no need to beat about the bush, there was obvious chemistry between the two of you when we were teenagers. I was out of the picture, I understand." She reassured him.

"Yes, we dated but she was in the year above me when I came back and well…you know." Brown and green eyes drifted up to the stars."

"You felt like you were holding her back, so you broke it off?"

"You always were the perceptive one." He followed her gaze up to the limitless, star filled sky.

"But no, she was the one who ended things."

"You can spend your whole life worrying about how you affect other people, Newt. But the only one that matters in the end, is you. You can't please everyone, I learned that the hard way, growing up with Muggle parents."

"Anna I—"

"Do you know why I admire you, Newt?"

"You never cared what other people thought, you just did what you felt was right, even if it made people dislike you. I admired that the most about you when we were younger." He stopped them in front of a brick set of buildings.

"Here already?" there was a certain sadness in her eyes.

"I never cared what people thought because…well, because your opinion was the only one that mattered to me. It just took me losing you to figure that out." Her eyes drifted to his face for the first time that evening since their reunion in the minister's office.

"And now that you're here…there's erm, there's something I've wanted to ask you since before you left…"

"Well?" the starlight seemed to dance in her irises, "Well, you see…I was recently commissioned to write a book a-and I'll be travelling around the world to study these creatures…" She tilted her head, her hair falling gently over her shoulder.

"And I was wondering if maybe you'd…if you're interested…"

"Come on, Scamander." She teased, "You know you can ask me anything."

"Would you do me the honour of…maybe…travelling with me?" he watched her now stony face, dread filled his stomach, he'd gotten his hopes too high, she was going to tell him now…then she started laughing.

"You're laughing, why are you laughing?" her smile reached her ears again,

"Newt, I'd love to travel and help you with your book." He felt his own, boyish grin, return to his face.

So, readers, as you can see I scrapped this timeline because it was obvious shit. I don't want to give you guys anything but quality writing. and that was how you got what is currently Beauty and the Beast Master. anyways. here is what would have been the entrance to an entirely different reunion between Newt and Anna and an alternate entrance into the films. I have begun mapping out the sequel to BatBM but it has not been put into the works yet as I am too busy with classes to focus on the entire store at this current time what with classes and Hunch back of Notre Dame choir rehearsals, so bear with me. I will try and get some new stuff to you over my spring break in a few weeks!

LOVE YOU GUYS/GIRLS/NON-BINARY PAL'S 3