-to this lullaby.

A/N: Song is Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift (Feat. The Civil Wars)

There are references of songs that I do not own.

There is also a reference from the Last Dragon chronicles.

Beware: Short Chapter

The rest of the day for Fafnyr was all just a blue for him. It was as if someone pressed the fast-forward button and all he had to do was stand there, watching the scenes do their quick dialogues and hasty expressions. In all honestly, this warmth was overwhelming for the kid and all he really yearned was to go to his safe spot and breathe. That is if he could, he would. Now that he was under the radar of these fellow adults that loomed over him like dead geese, Fafnyr felt that familiar twinge of fear wallowing in his chest. Of course, he remembered.

That organization kept him and never once left his side. At first he was grateful for never being alone, but his reality crashed to the floor along with his happiness and all that he hoped for; freedom. Their brutal treatment left him deprived of such affections called love. Their false accusation for broken promises led him like a prune but unsweetened. Disgusted and self-hating, he thrived for more attention even if it meant his body would face the heavy consequences. After all of that training, after all of that testing and more surgeries to come he became nothing more than a ragged doll.

"You should talk to him," a blurred voice murmured. He didn't care anymore. Fafnyr laid low and left his lids close halfway, on the brinks of never waking up.

"I have held him and softly called to him. He made no response. Is he having a melt-down? I wonder what triggered him to be this way…" another one was out of earshot, at least for Fafnyr. At last, he softly shut off the world and fell into an abyss of his acrimony.

"Did he sleep well at all last night?" Queenie hovered over the boy and checked his temperature. They were back at their apartment, Newt cradling the dragon in his lap, and Tina fetching for some water.

"He should have, he showed no signs of any discomfort." Newt thumbed over the dragon's cheek in regards of last night. Maybe he used all of his energy? Tina came back around with a basin of water and a cup. She filled it halfway before they arched the boy's head so they could help him down some droplets of fresh, chilled water.

No change whatsoever.

Deep down, Fafnyr was floating in non-existence space. He balled himself up in a fetal position, much like how it was in the beginning. His handlers—like they deserved a name—smuggled him in and out of cities. He was always carried like that, in a suitcase.

Thanks for the memories, he told himself. He has had the time of his life, but not really. Apologies wouldn't be able to cut of his agony that was already eating his insides, he needed some sleep, and that was what he actually desired; to never open his eyes and sleep forever.

"This is quite pathetic, I say," a clicking nicked at his ears. "To have an animagus dwelling on his past like this," then there was a sharp poke on his behind. "Shouldn't he have already dropped this depression despite his hardships?"

Fafnyr blinked his lids halfway opened, sensing that he wasn't alone and that there were a lot more happening than he has ever encountered for the longest time.

"Hey now, let the boy sleep. Don't harsh on him just because your bonding time with mummy has dwindled." It sounded like a woman's voice, low and longing.

"He's only a baby. Boys his age can't handle their strengths just yet."

"My question is—how in the world can this child perform the animagus spell on his own—he's way too young to master such a skill—oi—get your paws off—that's mine!" that voice sounded like… the niffler?

"Enough," a lackadaisical tone frowned on the gathering. "Everyone back to their habitats before mummy comes and kicks us all out." Fafnyr sensed a heavy hand over his scales, rubbing his stomach in circles. "There, there child. You'll be alright."

There were a series of footsteps, at least that was what Fafnyr was able to attain from the sounds of shoes on wooden floors.

"Hey there Dougal, how is he?" it was… Newt—Scamander—yes that was his name. He came over and gently petted his cheek. "Any signs from him—ah, no thank you but I appreciate the thought." Newt politely declined the offered treat from the demi-guise, and set his priorities to the curled up animal on his cot.

"I said I'll protect you." Fafnyr leaned into his words. "And that's what I'm going to do. I'll do what I can to be by your sides." The wizard sat down and wrapped his arms around the long neck and pressed his cheek into the sleek skin. "You're safe and sound with me." He murmured almost inconceivably. It was then that he felt the vibration radiating from the center of the dragon's chest. Newt sat up, alarmed at the shuddering beast next to him.

Fafnyr's eyes were glassy, and when a single tear shed Newt caught it without much of a thought. Instead of the salty water melting in his hand, the tear crystallized immediately and took most of palm.

Did he just catch a dragon's tear?

He put aside the tear and tightened his grip further as he sensed Fafnyr's head resting over his shoulder.

After a brief period of time brought the trembling dragon to a stop, Fafnyr fell back into a sleep but this was more of a serene display that left a weary smile on Newt's face. He eyed the crystal and speculated it thoroughly. It glimmered like a thousand diamonds with a million different colors he has never imagined. Who knew that a material existed, he knew that there were poachers who would give anything for this.

He shook his head. He won't be selling anything that came from Fafnyr. That was just wrong. He gently put it aside on his shelves of medicine and potions before finishing his work and dealing with a stubborn bowtruckle.