Tina sat up in bed, a magical cookbook propped open in front of her. She looked at the pictures, but couldn't seem to be able to focus on the words.

For the first time, she was actually mad at Newt. They had been getting along harmoniously for several days, so what made today different?

"You don't understand, do you?"

Tina looked up from her book and saw that Queenie had entered the room.

"You were thinking awfully loud, you know," she said. "You were wondering why Newt is acting this way."

Tina moved her head slightly, not confirming or denying her sister's question.

"He sees himself in Prince. He sees you and him getting sent to the death cell, you descending into the potion. The only thing is… Prince doesn't have a Swooping Evil up his sleeve or a Bowtruckle in his pocket. There's no escape for him. Like an animal trying to escape a trap.

"He sees a beast in Prince, a beast that needs saving. In Newt's own thoughts, 'there is no monster that cannot be made tame.'"

"You think he'll try to free Prince if we don't find anything in the apartment?" asked Tina, shocked.

"No, good heavens, no!" said Queenie. "All I'm saying is that that's the reason that Newt is all on edge."

Tina returned her gaze to the cookbook, finding it much easier to concentrate now. "Sometimes, it's nice to have a Legilimens for a sister," she admitted.

At nine-thirty, Newt and Tina Apparated into Prince's apartment.

After checking the chimney, and finding it empty save for a lot of ash, Newt walked over to the sink to wash his hands. As the water gurgled down the drain, Tina and Newt both heard a strange rattling sound.

"It's coming from inside the drain," said Newt.

He pointed his wand at the faded metal of the drain and it magically unscrewed itself, leaving a gaping hole in the bottom of the sink.

"Accio," said Newt.

And two pieces of a pen-like wand shot out and zoomed into Newt's hand.

"It's the same wand from earlier!" said Newt, examining the wand. "Why didn't the aurors take it with them?"

"No, it's not the same wand," said Tina breathlessly, taking the wand pieces from Newt and holding them up to her eyes. "That was a visual facsimile, but it's not the same wand. This is Mr. Graves' wand. He told me a few months ago that it was hornbeam and Thunderbird feather, and this matches his description. That makes it one of the most loyal wand combinations possible."

"What do you mean?" asked Newt.

"I mean that, when an impostor tried to masquerade as Graves, he or she would have had much difficulty trying to use this wand. Thunderbird wands have been known to fire curses of their own accord, so Grindelwald's supporter couldn't use the real one. He or she would have needed a loyal and powerful wand that still looked like Graves' wand, so he or she had a lookalike wand made. The supporter had to get rid of it quickly, so he or she broke it and stuffed it down the drain to hide it away."

"Merlin's beard," said Newt as the pieces fell into place. "So the man we thought was Graves is actually Grindelwald's supporter! He's supposed to be interrogating him right now!"

"There's no time to lose!" yelled Tina urgently. She grabbed Newt's arm and Disapparated.


Since anti-Apparition charms were set up in the prison section of MACUSA, they had to Apparate into the entrance hall.

"Grindelwald's escaping!" Tina yelled to a group of aurors. "Follow us!"

As they sprinted for the stairs, Queenie appeared from around a corner.

Tina telepathically conveyed her plan as they sprinted down to the prison floor. The aurors barely had time to look around before a burst of electrical energy exploded inside their ranks.

"Get to cover!" cried Tina, pulling Newt behind a pillar.

From their position of relative safety, they could see Grindelwald and what appeared to be Graves shooting curses at the aurors. Grindelwald looked livid as he deflected curses left and right, like a cat swatting at a toy.

This gave Newt an idea.

"What're you doing?" yelled Tina as she shot a red spell at Grindelwald.

Newt was huddled over his case. "Come on out, Margaret!" he said.

All of the sudden, an enormous, blackish leopard burst out of the case and bounded over to Grindelwald and the fake Graves. The aurors dove out of sight as the Nundu barreled towards them.

Grindelwald tried to fire a curse at the gigantic beast, but it couldn't penetrate her thick hide.

Using her two massive front paws, the Nundu smashed the two Dark wizards' heads together. She stood on their bodies and gave a mighty roar.

"What in Morrigan's name is that?" said Tina as she stood up.

"Just a Nundu," replied Newt. "Come on, Margaret, back into the case."

The towering Nundu roared again, this time in annoyance rather than triumph.

"Come on," said Newt gently. "Sit!"

Grudgingly, the gigantic leopard sank down onto is back haunches.

"That's it," encouraged Newt. "Into the case."

Reluctanly, the Nundu slinked back into the case. When her tail vanished inside, Newt slammed the case shut and closed the latches.

"Quickly, Newt!" yelled Tina. "We have to save the real Graves!"

They both took off sprinting towards the death cell.

They rounded a corner and saw Queenie pleading with a burly guard.

"I'm sorry, Teen," said Queenie quickly, turning around. "He won't let me in."

Tina heard a distinct, "Oh, dear," as Newt took a deep breath, then approached the guard purposely.

"I am Theseus Scamander," he said in the closest approximation to his brother's haughty voice as he could muster. "I have special dispensation from Mr. Graves to see that the man who tried to kill my brother is put to death."

"I assure you that our executioners… hang on… did you say Theseus Scamander? The war hero?"

"Of course I did," said Newt, inwardly grimacing but puffing out his chest anyway.

The guard looked a trifle disappointed. "I expected you to be taller. You'll have to prove it to me that you're actually Theseus Scamander. I served under him in the war."

"Fifty-nine kills, ninety-eight woundings. I served on the Eastern Front in the fourth battalion. My favorite animal is the Crup and I was promoted to head auror of the Ministry of Magic on August 16th, 1921."

The guard looked impressed. "Welcome to America, Mr. Scamander, sir. You can bring one other person in, but I'm afraid that two guests is too many."

"Thank you," said Newt briskly as the guard opened the door. "Tina, you're with me."

They charged into the death cell and skidded to a stop as soon as they got inside. Paladin Prince was sitting on the levitating chair, which hovered just a few inches above the potion. His head was lolling to the side nonchalantly as he stared into the silvery potion.

"Stop!" yelled Tina. "Get him away from that potion. That's Percival Graves!"

The executioners looked at her as if she'd lost it.

"We're going to have to ask you to leave," said Bernadette, raising her new wand.

"No!" yelled Tina, "Save him, Newt! I'll handle them!"

Newt threw his case on the ground, flipped it open, and pointed his wand inside it. "Accio Fredbert!"

Amid the latticework of zooming red streams of magic, a fluttering green Billywig spiraled out. "Sting him," yelled Newt.

The Billywig whizzed by, but instead of going for Graves, it went for Bernadette the executioner. It stung her just as Tina's stunner caught her in the chest.

The Billywig venom took affect and the executioner started floating toward the ceiling.

"Come on," said Newt exasperatedly as he ducked from a Stunning spell. "Accio Sherbert."

Another Billywig zoomed out and this time shot toward Graves. Just as the soles of his shoes were burning away, it stung him in the calf.

Instantly, Graves' body lifted out of the chair. His body drifted up to the ceiling just as the last two pieces of magic that were concealing his identity fell away.

He had been aware of what he was doing, but powerless to stop it. Earlier, when Vinda Rosier and Grindelwald had been stopped by the aurors, the Imperius Curse that had been binding him broke off. He had tried to persuade the executioners that he was actually the real Graves, but they wouldn't have it.

Finally, the Polyjuice Potion wore off and his original appearance returned. He felt life flowing back into his limbs. He was himself again.

Newt and Tina looked up at the floating body high above. It was finally Mr. Graves again. Newt realized that, until now, he had never met the real Graves.

"Let's check to see if he's the real Graves, just to be sure," said Newt. He wasn't happy after being tricked twice. "Revelio."

The charm revealed nothing, so Newt was resigned to believe that the man floating high above him was the genuine Mr. Graves.

"Let's get him down," said Tina.

Newt suddenly became very interested in his shoes. "Erm, the antidote to Billywig stings is not readily available. He may have to, erm, float for a while, until the effects wear off, that is."

"Fortunately," said Tina, "we have the most advanced magical medical facility in the wizarding world right above us."

A team of mediwizards barged in and started tending to the stunned executioners. A pair of them brought the still-floating figures of Bernadette and Graves down to the ground and gave them the antidote.

As soon as Graves found his footing (and realized that the bottom of his shoes were burnt off) he walked over to Tina and Newt. He was still out of breath, and seemed very weak.

"You're getting a raise, Ms. Goldstein," he said gratefully, before passing out.

A/N: The next chapter will be the conclusion. It will also have a short omake at the end, which was written by my equally-obsessed friend.