A/N- 11-24-18- Hiii! I hope everyone had an awesome Thanksgiving. Mine was pretty good, I did something today I've never done, and got my nails done! Pros: They look super cool and they aren't that long. Cons: Typing feels awkward but doesn't mess with the action of typing things out much. It shouldn't affect the story in any way, but I want to make my fingers like Gnarlacks so my nails won't touch the keyboard, haha! I got a french powder-dip manicure (because my nails look weird painted). The people I went with tried making me get a pedicure, but I refuse to let anybody touch my feet so I stuck with hands, which was still super awkward for me but in the end, it was worth it. Okay, okay, enough rambling about my nails, let's get on with the story!

12-2-18- [No spoilers] So I just saw the new FB movie again and I'm officially shaken. When I saw the first movie, it was really neat because as we left the theater it was snowing. As you know, there's snow on the ground in the first movie in New York. As I was leaving the second movie, it was RAINING, like how it did a few times in the movie. Not only was it raining, though, but it was also super foggy out. Stepping out of that theater into the rain just made my life.

Chapter 10- Silent Night

It wasn't until a few hours later when the group could finally sit and rest. In the latter part of the evening, Oianek had sent an owl with the location of a village he presumed Frank had ended up at. When they arrived, a village elder greeted them just outside of the fairly large village.

"Welcome, welcome weary travelers!" He exclaimed. "Come, you all look exhausted."

He led the desert-dried group into a more modern-style village. Small clay houses were scattered along a narrow dirt road, which cut through the barren landscape. Newt fell back, and gladly let Tina lead them. As they walked along, Newt noticed the curious stares of the village children, who played in front of the houses. Even some adults walked out onto their porches, watching the group in interest.

Better than being stoned, Newt thought. He had talked with an unlucky wizard who found himself in a very anti-wizard community and was nearly stoned to death because of it.

"Do not feel too intimidated by my people," He said. "We don't get many visitors."

They walked to the far edge of the village, where the elder kindly gestured for them to enter another clay house, fairly large compared to the rest. When they entered, the room automatically expanded into what looked the interior of a log home. Newt gazed around, fascinated by the set up of the room. The walls were similar to that on the outside but had a glossy look as if wet. The furniture was mostly wooden, and there were many shelves which had what looked to be artifacts.

"You are the one who had the case, right?" He asked Newt. He nodded.

"Yes."

He disappeared around the corner. After a moment, there were sounds of struggle, then he reappeared, holding a small, furry creature in his arms.

"Please, please take him back, he's been tearing up everything and I just can't do anything about it," He half laughed, half begged.

He placed the Niffler in Newt's hands. At first, he sniffed around, but upon seeing who he was handed to, went into a frenzy. He burrowed into Newt's shirt, scuttling around while Newt laughed and tried grabbing him.

"Hey! I'm happy to see you too," he chuckled as the Niffler popped out from the front of his Shirt.

The Niffler, after finally calming down, rested his head in the crook of Newt's neck and put his tiny paws around him. Newt smiled, running his hand over the small creatures head.

"Thank you so much," Newt said to the man, who beamed.

"No, thank you. A cute little guy, but he was buck-wild! The only one who could contain him was this guy," he looked to the door, where Dougal emerged sheepishly.

"Dougal," Newt breathed.

Dougal had now joined the group hug, running and jumping into Newt's arms.

"I missed you too," Newt whispered, embracing the Demiguise and Niffler. Pickett chirped from his pocket.

"Yeah Pick, you see who it is?" He asked the Bowtruckle who emerged from his pocket.

"That's great, Newt!" Tina said enthusiastically.

Newt had nearly forgotten they were still there. He smiled, setting down the still hysteric creatures.

"You wouldn't happen to have a... um, Thunderbird here too by any chance?"

"I do, I do. Not in here, of course, come, I think he's been waiting to see you."

There was a wooden barn just to the back of the building, which had a gate attached to the front instead of a door. The man whistled, and as the group waited, Newt held his breath. Then, a head carefully moved over the gate, gazing at them.

Newt walked closer, careful not to rush Frank, who seemed to be wary of the sudden action. Once he realized it was Newt, though, he perked right up. His eyes widened, and he jumped in the air slightly.

"Hey Frank, I missed you too," Newt chuckled as the Thunderbird nuzzled him.

"We fixed him up best we could," the man said, walking up beside Newt. "I'm sure you have an idea of what happened."

Newt looked down.

"I was hoping it wasn't true," he admitted.

Frank cawed as if confirming his fears. Newt sighed and ran a hand over his beak.

"You didn't mean it, Frank, you didn't mean it," he said softly, more telling himself than Frank.

"Has word gotten out about it yet?" Newt asked.

"Only to few, thankfully. We were able to decipher it and pass along the message it was Grindelwald's influence before there was an uproar," he said, also stroking the bird.

"Have there been other attacks?" Tina asked. Newt looked at the man, his face has turned somewhat grim.

"No..." Newt whispered, reading his look. "They wouldn't, they couldn't. My beasts would never-"

"Ah, but they did. There's talk back at MACUSA of an all-out hunt."

The word "hunt" made Newt's chest hurt. He shook his head.

"I won't let that happen," he said confidently. The man nodded his head.

"We don't want it as much as you do, Mr. Scamander."

After being brought up-to-date on Franks condition, the group went back inside and the man (who introduced himself as Aethel) showed them their individual rooms. Though Jacob seemed reservedly disappointed, Newt, as much as he appreciated his friends' company was grateful to have a room to himself. They all set their cases down in their respective rooms, nobody even bothering to unpack. After they had all met some of the village people, and talked with Aethel, Newt was anxious to be alone.

"I would be most honored if you would all join me for dinner. I am preparing a large meal," he said. "I shouldn't be too long."

When he left the room, Newt discreetly made his way to the doorway leading upstairs. As his hand brushed the railing Tina cleared her throat.

"Newt, you are having supper, aren't you?" She asked, crossing her arms.

Newt couldn't help but smile slightly in remembrance of the last time he tried making a get-a-way back in New York, all that time ago. He looked at the back wall, not wanting to meet her most likely stern gaze.

"I'm going to bed, actually," he lied. "Long day."

He made his escape but felt a pang of guilt as he heard Tina sigh and say softly

"Newt…"

….

The smells coming from downstairs were heavenly, but Newt sought solitude over food. He instead sat on his cot, which was on a far wall next to a large window. He sketched with his knees pulled up to his chest, using the moon as a light. He was in the middle of drawing Frank when the door creaked open. He quickly set the book down, but it was only Dougal who entered the room.

"Dougal, what have I told you about not knocking?" he said, smiling.

He noticed in the Demiguise's hand was a piece of white cloth, with something inside it.

"What do you have there?" He asked, standing up.

Upon standing his head began to spin, almost making him fall over. He reached for the bedpost, closing his eyes. He felt Dougal pull on his shirt.

"Sorry, didn't mean to-"

Once his head cleared, a looked down at the Demiguise who held up a plate with bread rolls on it. Newt smiled, sitting back down slowly. He set the plate on Newt's lap, taking one off and holding it up at him. Fully knowing Dougal wouldn't take no for an answer, Newt accepted the offering. He took a bite as Dougal waited eagerly.

"Thank you," he said. Dougal nodded in confirmation, then quickly went back downstairs.

Newt chuckled as he assumed his previous position. As he took another bite of the warm piece of bread, he realized he hadn't eaten in a few days, which would explain his dizziness just previously. He finished the roll and carefully placed the plate on the table next to him. His attention was drawn to outside. The careful glow of the moon illuminated the room in a soft blue from the window. Outside though, the moon had no filter and projected its glow on the land below. So much that everything was visible from his window. The houses, the fences, nothing was left in the darkness.

Newt looked back down at the journal. He smiled at first, but as uncertainty tugged at his heartstrings he felt his heart sink just in the slightest. He picked up the leather-bound book and tossed it over in his hands. He couldn't help but fear of the neglect his creatures might be facing. Grindelwald was no doubt a harsh man, who would not hesitate to kill any creature that didn't bow to his will. Newt knew for a fact that not all of them would. Sure, there were some that, as much as he hated to admit, were more easily influenced, but the years of trust Newt built with his creatures surely couldn't be broke in a week. Right?

Knock!

Newt set the journal back down and carefully walked over to the door. He knew it was probably Dougal, as many don't knock just once. He opened the door, and a very committed looking Dougal grabbed his hand.

"Dougal, what are you-?" He chuckled, being led back to his bed.

He watched, amused as the Demiguise untucked the covers, coaxing Newt down on the bed. As he sat, Dougal placed the covers on Newt's lap, an obvious sign.

"You want me to sleep?"

Dougal nodded earnestly. Newt smiled.

"Alright, but only because you told me to."

Satisfied, Dougal scampered back out the door. It wouldn't be the first time Dougal has taken care of Newt, instead of the other way around. There had been several occasions where Newt, oblivous to his condition, worked from dusk until dawn with a sickenly high fever. He had assumed Dougal knew of what was about to happen because he had led Newt to the upstairs bathroom just before he got sick.

Newt never did make it back into the case that evening, or out of the bathroom for that matter.

As Newt recalled the memory, he couldn't help but smile, sinking down into the bed. Dougal would most likely check to see if he was really sleeping, so he decided to at least try and sleep.

Amazingly, Newt fell asleep before the Demiguise had a chance.

12-3-18-Hey! Finally, I finished this. In my psychology class, but meh. It's so weird, I can see the end of this book (in my planning sheet) and just... wow... what a ride you guys. If it feels like I'm prolonging it, it's because I really want to write over break and it's this book, in particular, I want to finish up. With exams coming up right before break, it's not out of the question. School is very stressful, especially my AP English class and I'm just like:

Lol, fanfiction is more important.

And so you know what? I wrote this instead of homework and I regret nothing okay maybe a couple of things