*Time skip*

Christmas 1913, Michigan, U.S.A

The hall was absolutely crowded, men, women and children celebrating the Christmas holidays in light of the recent miner strike, her parents were only in attendance because one of her uncle's had sent an invite, he worked down in the mines.

"Anna, you have certainly grown into a beautiful young woman." Smiling at the compliment, she set the crystal glass she was holding on the table.

"Thank you, Uncle Alton." He had offered her a hand to dance and she took it, graciously.

"FIRE!" confused shouts and hurried footfall caused Anna to scan the room.

"FIRE!?" The hall was quickly filled with screams. Alton looked to his niece who was in the process of making sure she didn't accidentally slip up and let her hair change colors or use any magic. This feat was made especially hard by the hordes of people running into her, she suddenly felt her body connect with the floor beneath her, she stayed down, knowing if she tried to get up while everyone was kicking up a fuss she'd only suffer for the decision.

A sharp pain and a sickening crunch alerted her to the fact someone had just trampled her arm, crying out in pain she cradled the now broken limb, curling into a ball to avoid further damage.

"ANNA!" she could hear her Father's voice, frantically shouting through the crowds, another foot met with her head, effectively knocking the teenager unconscious.

"…NA!...LEA…ND…UGHTER!" were the last words she heard as everything went black.

The alert to a fire had turned out to be false and 73 people had been killed in the stampede that had followed the initial announcement, 59 of which were children, and Anna had been announced missing after a full search was made an no body was retrieved.

"A teenage girl cannot simply disappear, Look again!" Alton had been adamant about the first responders locating his niece's body, a second sweep still turned up nothing and the Carrio family bitterly accepted their loss.

Newt stared down at the paper, his breath caught in his throat, there, on the front page of the news paper was a picture of Anna.

' "FIRE!" 73 DEAD AND ONE STILL MISSING, IN ITALIAN HALL MASSACRE!' his mind raced as he read the article. The words 'dead' and 'There was no fire' echoing in his mind, he'd just seen her, happy and smiling back in august after her trip with her parents. The two had gone into London, just to look around, he stared at the muggle portrait they'd taken, picking it up, in a sudden fit of anger he whipped it across the kitchen, the glass of the frame shattering upon contact.

"Newt?!" Theseus stepped into the kitchen, seeing the shattered frame, his time at the ministry had made him softer than he had been at Hogwarts, he knelt softly beside his little brother.

"What happened?" Newt said nothing, showing him the newspaper headline, Theseus stopped, seeing the picture of Anna.

"She's dead..." Theseus pulled out his wand, repairing the picture frame quickly and setting it flat on the table.

"They looked and looked but they never found her body..."

"That means there is a chance she's still alive." He tried his best to reassure his little brother that the girl who had so avidly won his affection was still out there. Newt stood, flipping the picture face down and headed upstairs to his room.

Brown and Green eyes looked around in a daze, she had no idea where she was, why she was dressed so nicely, why her arm hurt, or even who she was.

"Excuse me, young lady, are you alright?" the accent was American, was she American? Brown and green looked at the man before her, it was like she was peering through fog.

"I…I don't know."

"Oh, you're English, well that explains the get up." English, Was she English? "Pardon me, but do you by chance know my name?"

"No, 'fraid not." The man looked skeptical but slightly worried. "You ain't got no memories?" she shook her head. Stepping out of the alley way she looked about the city, high rise buildings surrounded her and people rushed past, trying to get where they needed to go.

"Wait…" She turned, a curious look present, "I can't let you's just go off on your own, at least let me get you to the hospital." The blonde followed the man down the cobblestone street, no further questions coming to mind.

New York, 1926

Newt stepped off the boat, heading over towards the horrid customs officer so he could check his passport, customs was always a bit nerve-wracking, and they always seemed to think he was up to something shady. Sure, he was a bit anxious, but he composed himself as he stepped up to the desk, handing over his passport.

"first trip to America?"

"…Yes." He kept his responses short and sweet, wanting to get through customs, finish what he'd come to do and leave.

"Anything edible in the case?"

"Oh, Um…No."

"Any live stock?"

"No, no." one of the locked flipped open, much to the wizard's annoyance.

"…Must get that fixed."

"mind if I take a look?" Newt quickly flipped the muggle-worthy switch and handed the man his suitcase. Once opened all the customs officer saw was some clothes and his old school scarf, the embroidered initials still a brilliant blue, even after all these years.

The man closed the case again, stamped Newts passport and handed it back.

"Welcome to New York." Grabbing his case, he left the docks and was off into the city.

"this great city sparkles with the jewels of man's inventions. Movie theatres, automobiles, the wireless, electric lights, both dazzle and bewitch us." Scanning the crowds, he bumped into a woman in a grey peacoat and matching hat.

"So sorry."

"But where there is light, there is shadow, friends. Something is stalking our city, wreaking destruction and then disappearing without a trace. Listen to me. Listen to me, we have to fight. Join us, the Second Salemer's, in our fight. We have to fight together, for the sake of our…" the woman trailed off as a rather plump man stumbled into him, tripping over his suitcase.

"Oh, so sorry, my case." With an exasperated sigh, the am righted himself and turned. "No harm done. Ugh, 'scuse me." Newt watched as the man hurried off up the stairs of the bank, not noticing yet that his niffler had gotten loose.

"You, friend." Newt looked up with a confused smile, he was most certainly no friend to this woman's cause, "What drew you to our meeting today?"

"Oh…I was just passing." He smiled awkwardly at the hateful woman, "Are you a seeker, a seeker after truth?"

"I'm more of a chaser, really."

"Heed my words, and hear my warning and laugh if you dare. Witches live among us. We have to fight, together, for the sake of our children, for the sake of tomorrow. What do you say to that, friend?" spotting his niffler stealing a beggars hat his eyes followed the creature.

"Excuse me." He hurried past her, up the stairs and into the building after the incorrigible little thief.

Unbeknownst to him, a pair of brown and green eyes watched him with interest, her once brown hair was now a bright blonde, her metamorphmagus abilities long forgotten after her accident in Michigan so long ago.

"Why does he look so familiar?" She followed after him, needing answers.

"Good morning, Anna."

"Good morning, Mary Lou." Anna hurried past the woman who quickly reverted back to her ravings about witches.