"Take a right here." Anna looked around the neighborhood, it was surprisingly similar to her own. From beside her Jacob groaned, the bite must be getting worse. She pulled them to a stop behind a large automobile.

"Ok. Before we go in…I'm not supposed to have men on the premises."

" In that case, Mr. Kowalski and I can easily seek other accommodations." Anna watched the two, immediately feeling bad for Jacob as they tried to pull him in two different directions.

"No. you don't." Tina pulled the two men along with her into the building, urging them to keep quiet. "Watch your step." Relief flooded anna as they stepped into the warmth of the building.

"That you Tina?"

"Yes, Mrs. Esposito."

"Are you alone?"

"I'm always alone, Mrs. Esposito." Anna stared over the banister at the woman back on first floor.

"She seems…nice?" Jacob opened the door as Tina ushered them into her flat, soft music echoed in the background and things drifted about the room here and there, presumably by magic.

"You have a lovely home, Tina."

"Teenie, you brought people home." Anna turned to see who had spoken, the woman was tall with short, curly blonde hair, not dissimilar in color to her own.

"Gentleman, and lady, this is my sister. Wanna put something on, queenie?"

"Oh, sure." With a flick of the woman's wand the dress on the mannequin transferred itself to her body, Anna smiled as Jacob watched with immense interest, he was developing a crush.

"So, Who are they?"

"That's Mr. Scamander. He's committed a serious infraction of the national statute of secrecy." Newt turned his head, only slightly, at the mention of his name and Anna narrowed her eyes. He hadn't even let that niffler loose on purpose.

"He's a criminal?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's Mr. Kowalski. He's a no-maj."

"A no-maj?"

"And that one is Anna Lisle…sorry, Carrio. She's part of something more complicated."

"You mean the girl who went missin' all them years ago?"

"The very same." Queenie gave her the once over

"But she was brunette, and English. How'd she get to New York." The incessant babbling only made her feel out of place, especially since she still had no memory of being a witch to begin with.

"That is the million-dollar question, isn't it?"

"Teen, what are you up to?"

"He's sick, and she has no memories. It's a long story." Anna awkwardly moved towards the door.

"Mr. Scamander has lost something, I'm going to help him find."

"Oh…you need to sit down, honey. He hasn't eaten anything all day. And…oh, that's rough. He didn't get the money he wanted for his bakery. You bake, honey? I love to cook."

"You're a legilimens?"

"Mmm, yeah. But I always have trouble with your kind. Brits. It's the accent."

"What's a legilimens?" All eyes trailed back to the blonde standing by the door.

"You know how to read minds?"

"So…it's mind reading?" Newt gave a small nod, moving to stand next to her. She'd never admit it but her frustration was growing.

"Oh, don't worry, honey. Most guys think what you was thinking first time they see me. Now, you need food. A buzzing by the window snapped Anna out of her thoughts as she turned, seeing the same little creature from their walk earlier.

"Billywig?"

"What?" Anna looked at Newt in alarm, he seemed absolutely excited at the idea she might have remembered something because of a sound.

"What?"

"No, what did you just say?" she inched away from him as his smile grew.

"I said…Billywig? But I'm not really sure what that means…" he looked like a child in a candy shop, thankfully he had enough self-restraint not to hug her in that moment.

"Wonderful!"

"I'm sorry?"

"Hey, Mr. Scamander, Ms. Carrio, You prefer Pie or strudel?"

"Oh, I'm not fond of sweets, actually."

"And I really don't have a preference." Queenie looked stunned for a moment as she turned back to Jacob.

"You prefer strudel, huh, honey? Strudel it is." She used her wand once more to bring all the ingredient together, quickly making the sugary puff pastry, Anna watched intrigued. Could cooking at home have been that easy for her if she remembered how to do magic?

"Well, sit down Mr. Scamander, Ms. Carrio. We're not gonna poison you." Anna shifted uncomfortably as Jacob motioned for them to sit down, lest they be rude to their hosts.

Percival Graves stood, watching his target from across the roadway, a boy named Credence. The latter, having spotted the wizard quickly followed him into the alley way across the street.

"You're upset. It's your mother again. Somebody said something. What did they say? tell me."

"Do you think I'm a freak?"

"No. I think you're a very special young man, or I wouldn't have asked you to help me, now would I?" Credence inched closer to the wizard, any passer by would have thought such an exchange suspicious.

"Have you any news?"

"I'm still looking."

"Mr. Graves, if I knew whether it was a girl or a boy…"

"My vision showed only the child's immense power. He or she is no older than 10. I saw this child in close proximity to your mother. She I saw so plainly."

"That could be any of hundreds…"

"There's something else. Something I haven't told you. I saw you beside me in New York. You're the one who gains this child's trust. You are the key. I saw this. You want to join the wizarding world. I want those things too, Credence. I want them for you. So find the child. Find the child and we'll all be free."

Graves turned to walk away, but something Credence said stopped him in his tracks.

"And your sister?" he brought a hand up, running through his peppered hair, his head tilted to look up at the sky.

"I've found her, but she remembers nothing." Credence watched the wizard leave the alley way before heading back to his mothers orphanage, his mind on how nice it would be not to remember his own torment.

"The job ain't that glamourous. I mean, I spend most days making coffee. Unjinxing the john. Tina's the career girl." Anna and newt both listened to the exchange as she pushed the food around her plate, something was wrong, she felt her stomach twisting in knots.

"Nah, we're orphans. Ma and Pa died of Dragon Pox when we were kids. Oh. You're sweet. But we got each other."

"Could you stop reading my mind for a second?"

"Oh…"

"Don't get me wrong, I love it. This meal, it's insanely good. And this is what I do, I'm a cook. And this is like the greatest meal I've ever had in my life." Jacob and queenie smiled and laughed with one another.

"Oh! You slay me. I ain't never really talked to a No-Maj before."

"Huh. Really?" Anna looked over at the clock, she'd missed her show entirely, hopefully her understudy had gone on in her place.

"I am not flirting."

"I'm just saying, don't go getting too attached. He's going to have to be obliviated." Tina leaned towards Jacob, who was wiping his face of sweat with his napkin, "It's nothing personal."

"Oh, hey, you okay, honey?" Newt finally broke the awkward tension, "So, Ms. Goldstein, I think Mr. Kowalski could do with an early night. Besides You, Anna and I will need to be up early tomorrow morning to find my niffler, so…" Queenie looked to her sister with a confused expression.

"What's a niffler?" Anna had finally had enough, slamming her hand down on the table she stood.

"Don't ask." Tina headed for one of the back rooms,

"Wait a minute!" All eyes were on the blonde woman now, "I've been drug all over the streets of New York, into the Magical congress building, Drug all over the streets, again mind you, forced to stay here and have dinner with people I barely know, and one that knows more about me than he let's on, and NOW I'm not allowed to leave?" unbeknownst to her, her blonde hair had faded into a very deep red.

"I'm leaving now, unless any of you are going to tell me what the hell is going on!"

"Your hair…"

"What?" Jacob motioned to her head.

"It's um…" Newt slid his wand out of his coat sleeve again, ready to cast the sleeping charm if need be.

"It seems muscle memory has kicked in, you're angry...so your hair turned red."

"My hair turned…" she reached up, pulling a strand into her view, "My hair…it's…" Her eyes were wide as she looked to Newt, or anyone really, for answers.

"It's a common trait for…"

"For? For what?! People's hair doesn't just Change!""

"Metamorphmagi." Queenie looked enthralled, "I love Metamorphmagi! Especially in books, always the mysterious characters."

"Gesundheit." This elicited laughter from Newt, she'd had the same reaction on the Hogwarts express well over a decade ago.

"Hey, you guys can bunk in here."

Tina had somehow coaxed her into staying, much to her dismay.

"Are all magic folk this persuasive?" Anna tugged the hem of the night dress eh was wearing down, Queenie had lent her something to wear, stating they looked to be about the same size. A knock on the door made her jump as the door slid open. In walked Tina with three mugs of hot cocoa.

"Uh, I thought you might like a hot drink?" Newt continued his sulking, keeping the blanket pulled up tightly around himself, Jacob however smiled at the offer as she walked in handing the mugs to her guests, setting Newts on the table she tucked the tray under her arm.

"Wow! Psst! Hey. Mr. Scamander, look, cocoa." Newt still made no effort to move, staring despondently at the wall beside his bed.

"Toilet's down the hall to the right."

"Thanks." He spotted queenie in the sitting room as the door slowly closed, "Very much." Anna watched with intense alarm as Newt scurried out of bed the second the door was closed.

"Newt?" he made quick work of setting his case down on the floor, opening it and stepping down inside, Anna watched with absolute fascination as he disappeared, this must have been what he meant by "Don't make me come in there" back at the bank.

"How did he…
She looked at Jacob who just shrugged in response before letting out a high-pitched gasp of surprise. Footsteps and a hand popping out of the case motioned them to follow him.

"Okay…?" she quietly set her mug on the bedside table and headed for the case, carefully putting one foot in, testing the waters before putting her next foot in and promptly slipping down into the case, another memory surfacing as she screamed.

"Newt, tell me where we're going." He'd insisted she wear a blindfold as soon as they'd left the great hall.

"Somewhere I think you'll love." They were descending stairs and judging by the direction they were heading for the Hufflepuff dorms. She giggled.

"Newt, please tell me where we're going?" the reddish haired boy said nothing until she heard him mutter the password to the Hufflepuff common room and then their matching footfall going up the left staircase.

"we're here." He took the blindfold off and all she saw was his Hogwarts trunk.

"You wanted to show me your school trunk?" newt awkwardly smiled "No, see, it-it's what's inside."

"You want to show me your…clothes?" he just kept his sideways smile as he opened the trunk, leading her to look inside, surprise couldn't even begin to describe her expression.

"It's…bigger on the inside." His grin only grew as he stepped into the trunk and onto a ladder, a hand popping out a few seconds later to usher her in.

"Come on!" stepping onto the ladder she thought she had her footing…until she didn't. A loud screech filled the space as she slid down the ladder, a pair of arms catching her before she hit the floor.

"Terribly sorry about that, I've been meaning to make that safer for a while now." Brown and green eyes stared at him in wonder as she drifted back to reality. The familiar feeling of his hands on her waist, keeping her on her feet.

"Your case, it's quite magnificent."

The room shook as Jacob tried to squeeze himself down into the case.

"I'll see to him, don't move." Nodding, she kept her silent promise as he went to assist Jacob in getting down the ladder.

Yes, Yes I did put a doctor who joke in here, sue me! I hope you all are enjoying my story, please leave reviews on things you think I could improve upon in the review section, or just drop some friendly advice :) constructive criticism is always welcome here.