Okay, finally, I have gotten around to writing a different Disney AU. This is going to be a Gramander Pocahontas AU and I hope everyone enjoys it.

Please read and review ?

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Auror Theseus Scamander, Director of Magical Security for the Ministry of Magic, beamed as he watched his team of Aurors being eagerly welcomed home after a long and potentially dangerous mission.

There were many married pairs within the department, and to see so many couples reunited was heart-warming.

"I assume it was a successful mission."

Turning to the Minister, Theseus nodded. "As successful as it could have possibly been. The threat has been neutralized and the leaders are waiting in the cells to be charged."

"Excellent. I imagine there will be a lot of smiling faces around the Ministry and in Congress tonight."

"Hmmm…" Glancing around at all the happy reunions, Theseus frowned, "… There's only one smiling face I want to see. Where's Newt?"

The Minister simply shook his head in fond exasperation, "You know your brother. Where there's talk of a creature in trouble, Newt will be there."

"What is it this time?"

"A suspected Kraken."

"Oh boy."

…..

"Come here beautiful girl…" cooed Newt as he waded into the lake, "… don't be afraid. I'm not here to hurt you."

"Newt?"

Glancing back at the bank, Newt smiled. "Yes Jacob?"

Jacob was an American non-magical person who 'escaped' to America after learning that he couldn't be with a witch he'd met… threats from witches and wizards who had seen them together only confirmed this.

Not wanting his partner to be hurt, Jacob decided it would be safer for him in England, where MACUSA employees couldn't touch him and where he could keep up a long-distance relationship until the laws changed.

"Do I really need to be here?"

Newt chuckled at this. He and Jacob had bonded after a little case mix-up and whilst Jacob protested against being there for the rescue of the creatures (A little incident with a Erumpent didn't help), he loved all the creatures… even the Niffler.

"Your assistance is invaluable!" Newt reassured, "I've already got an enclosure set out for her."

"What are you going to call her?"

Newt mused for a few moments, before beaming, "Bella!"

"Very nice…" Suddenly, Jacob frowned, "… Wasn't your brother supposed to be coming home today?"

Newt's eyes widened in realization, "Oh YE-HEY!"

He yelped when he felt a tentacle grab him by the ankle and pulled him under the water. From the bank, he could hear Jacob calling out his name in alarm.

Meanwhile, Jacob watched as Dougal tried to stop the Niffler from diving into the water, keeping a tight hold on the squirming creature, even falling into the water in his effort to keep the Niffler safe.

Before Jacob could dive into the lake to save his friend, he heard a frantic splashing and Newt burst his way to the surface, a tentacle mass squirming in his arms as he cooed at it.

"You were just scared, weren't you? You don't really belong here huh?"

Smiling at the scene, Jacob opened the case so that Newt could place the creature into its new habitat, "I'm assuming you're going to the Ministry after thi- HEY! Oh, that's mature!"

A smirk on his face, Newt shook the water over Jacob before grabbing his wand and casting a drying charm. "I couldn't resist… Just let me get Bella sorted, and yes. I think the Ministry is my next stop."

As Newt went into the suitcase, Jacob watched Dougal exit the lake, its fur soaking wet and plastered against his skin…. Dragging the Niffler behind him.

"Having fun?" he asked Dougal, laughing as the Demiguise scowled at him and followed Newt into the suitcase…. Dragging the Niffler behind him.

Placing the suitcase in a safe place, Jacob quickly joined Newt down in it, smiling as he watched Newt interacting with his new creature.

"What was she even doing in the lake?" he asked.

"Weather conditions. Poachers…. It could have been for any reason."

"…. Well at least she's safe now."

Shyly, Newt smiled and nodded. "For now… I'm hoping Theseus can help me re-locate her with other of her species."

In a corner, the sound of squeaking increased in volume as Dougal attempted to dry himself and the Niffler…. By shaking themselves all over the Occamys.

…..

As Jacob went to his bakery, Newt went to the Ministry, heading towards his brother's department. As he entered the main hall of the Department, he could hear his brother congratulating one of his Aurors for his courage and skill during the most recent mission, recommending him for a promotion.

Sadly, it was Auror Radolphus Lestrange Jr, the brother of Newt's childhood friend, Leta Lestrange. With the black mark on Leta's record, she was not permitted to enter the Auror program, but nothing stopped her brother.

It was probably why Theseus looked as though he was struggling with this speech…. He despised the Lestrange's.

As the speech came to an end and the crowd dispersed, Newt shuffled forwards and smiled at Theseus, who pulled him into a hug.

"Hey baby brother."

"Hello Theseus"

Releasing his grip on his younger brother, Theseus ruffled Newt's hair. "It's good to see you. I was worried your creatures would take up all your attention."

Newt flushed slightly, "I'm glad you came back safely."

Placing a gentle hand on Newt's back, Theseus encouraged him to follow him to his office. "Come on, we need to talk. I want some warning about what new creatures have taken up space in our house since I've been away."

"It's not too bad!"

"I don't believe you."

As they entered Theseus's office, Newt broached the subject of relocating his new creature, only to have Theseus shake his head.

"That's the least of our worries right now…" he sighed.

"Oh?"

Theseus sighed again, "Leta Lestrange has asked for your hand in marriage."

Feeling as though his stomach had sunk, Newt shook his head in disbelief. "What?! What did you say?"

"I said I'd think about her proposal."

"What?!"

"What else could I do Newt!" Theseus exclaimed, "The Lestranges' are a very powerful family, and to refuse her outright is opening us up for a serious family dispute! Only you and I are left… the Lestranges' could make life very difficult."

"I-I-I…" Newt felt panic building up in his chest, "… I don't want to marry her. Theseus please, I- "

Before Newt could go into a full panic attack, Theseus rushed over and pulled his brother into a hug. "I know, I know. You'll be happier with your animals. Speaking of which… is that your bloody Niffler trying to steal my golden inkpot?"

Spinning around, Newt swore under his breath and summoned the little thief to him, placing his briefcase on the ground and shoving the Niffler inside. "Bloody pest…" he muttered, flashing an apologetic look at his brother, "… sorry. I keep meaning to put better protection charms on this thing."

Theseus just rolled his eyes and sighed. "I just wanted to warn you…" he whispered, "… after the upcoming negotiations with MACUSA, the Lestrange family may push forwards with this proposal. If you refuse, then I'll respect that decision… but you need to be sure."

Newt remained silent.

Reaching into his pocket, Theseus pulled out a ring box, tossing it over to his brother, who opened it up. Lying in the box was a silver ring, Latin words engraved into it.

"Mother gave that to Father… remember the story?"

Newt nodded, "She knew that she wanted to marry him, so she made the proposal…. Father said that her boldness was what convinced him to say yes. So why are you- "

"Before he…. Passed. Father wanted me to give it you. According to him, simply holding this ring helped him to make some difficult decisions in his life. Maybe it will help you."

Gently removing the ring, Newt rolled it around in his palm. "… Thank you. But I'm not sure that it would help."

Theseus nodded sadly. "I know… I'll do some research on possible relocation. I assume it's feeding time?"

Glancing at the clock, Newt's eyes widened in surprise, quickly opening the suitcase and clambering into it, apologising to his creatures as some of them protested the lateness.

…..

Once everyone had been fed, Newt found himself sitting by the lake enclosure, watching the various sea creatures as he fidgeted with the ring.

Suddenly, he felt gentle paws tugging at the ring, prompting him to glance down. "Paws off…" he scowled at the Niffler, pulling the ring away, "…. Remember what I said about things that don't belong to you."

Reluctantly, the Niffler relented, tilting its' head in curiosity as it silently asked what Newt was thinking about.

Newt sighed, "I don't know what to do…. If I say yes, I'm dooming myself to a life of unhappiness. Leta already used me once, who's to say she won't do it again. She won't let me travel the world, looking after creatures and writing a book on how to protect them…. She would see it as a useless waste of time…. But Theseus would be safe."

Dipping his hand into the water to gently stroke the back of Sheila, Newt shook his head. "But if I say no, Leta might make life difficult for Theseus…. He could lose his job whilst I would be free. I want love… but I want to find it myself. For someone who likes me for being me."

He glanced at the Niffler. "So, what do I do? Do I do what is right for me, or what's right for my brother?"

The Niffler simply stared at him, but Newt had already thought of the answer. "You're right…. Professor Dumbledore will know what to do."

….

Upon arriving at Hogwarts, Newt immediately headed towards Dumbledore's office, hoping to catch him between classes and ask him for his advice. Upon knocking on the door, Newt was relieved to hear Dumbledore's cultured voice.

"Come in Mister Scamander…. "greeted Dumbledore, back to the door as Newt eased inside.

Newt never knew how his old Professor did that, but chose not to comment. "Good afternoon Professor."

"How many times do I have to tell you? It has been many years since I was your Professor. I think you can call me Albus by now." Turning around, Dumbledore's eyes immediately caught sight of the ring on Newt's finger, "Ah, I see your brother has given you your Father's ring?"

"Yes… That's what I came to talk to you about…. Leta wants to marry me."

Dumbledore seemed surprised at this. "Lestrange? Leta Lestrange? I hope you declined."

"… I don't know if I can. Her family could make Theseus's life miserable if I say no."

"And what about your happiness?"

Newt simply shrugged at this, smiling as the corridor outside filled with the hustle and bustle of students moving from one class to another. When it finally went silent, he sighed. "Maybe… maybe my happiness doesn't matter?"

"Never think that." Scolded Dumbledore, "Everyone deserves happiness."

"But what if Leta is my only option for marriage?"

"Have you been everywhere and met everyone?"

Newt shook his head as Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Then how do you know that Leta is your only option? I hear that MACUSA is having a conference with the Ministry… maybe you'll meet someone there."

"… I think Theseus would prefer for me to marry Leta."

….

"Look at it Credence…" sighed Picquery, as the envoys from MACUSA went through customs, "…. I believe this is your first time in England? Shame it has to be for this."

Credence nodded shyly, glancing around. "I used to read about it though... when Mother wasn't around, I used to read stories based in England. Like the Charles Dicken's ones. What are the Ministry like?"

Picquery sneered slightly, "Naïve…. Yes, they can be polite, but don't be fooled Credence. They can also be very cruel."

"Oh…"

As the whole envoy managed to get through customs, filing out into the streets of London, Abernathy came rushing over to the President. "I have prepared a selection of gift baskets for the Ministry. To show our appreciation for them hosting the negotiations. I hope they're up to your standards?"

Walking behind the president, Abernathy and Credence, Percival rolled his eyes. "Madame President…" he stated, striding up to the small group ahead, "… the Ministry has given has us strict instructions on how to proceed once we arrived."

"Of course, they have. Merlin forbid we wander around London unsupervised."

Graves nodded, but before he could say anything, Picquery twisted around to stare at him.

"Graves… I'm trusting you to make sure that other members of the Ministry don't interfere with our negotiations. I don't want creature or no-Maj sympathizers interfering with the process."

"Of course, Madame President. I'm sure it won't be an issue. The Ministry has always been very understanding during these negotiations."

"Hmmmm."

As Graves went to go and round up all his Aurors (and Queenie), he failed to notice how Picquery kept her eyes on him.

Meanwhile, Tina glanced around in amazement as she and her sister strode through the streets of London. "It's… beautiful." She whispered, "I always thought it would be grey and… depressing."

Behind her, Fontaine scoffed. "I don't care if it looks like our President's knickers, just as long as we're off that damn boat."

"Remember that we're not here to sight-see…" Graves gently scolded, "…. These negotiations are important, so I want everyone on their best behaviour. That includes you Fontaine… and you O'Brien."

As the group continued on towards the Ministry of Magic, Graves had the feeling that they were being watched.

….

After visiting his old Professor, Newt had travelled back to London via a portkey, choosing to travel to the Leaky Cauldron instead of the Ministry.

He was sort of glad that he'd made that choice.

As he gathered up some supplies for his creatures in the shops lining the streets of London, Newt spotted a large group heading towards the Ministry entrance (the one not used by workers, but by guests). Judging by their clothing, and the subtle magical aura around them, this was the envoy sent by MACUSA.

Within the group was (dare he say it) a very handsome man, with slicked back hair, greying at the sides. His dark eyes scanned the streets as he searched for unseen danger, barely pausing on Newt as he watched.

When the group paused to allow several cars to pass them, Newt spotted a familiar creature heading straight for the handsome man, who had fallen slightly behind the group.

"No, no, no!" he muttered in alarm, glancing around to see themselves surrounded by Muggles. He couldn't do anything to stop the Niffler.

…

Graves frowned as the feeling of being watched increased. Falling behind the rest of the group, he flexed his wrist in preparation to defend the envoy.

Suddenly, he felt something wriggling in his coat pocket.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, darting into an alleyway in order to confront the thief. Upon pulling the thing out of his pocket, his eyes widened in surprise and he couldn't help but smile. "A Niffler…" he whispered in amazement, grinning as the little thing clutched a coin close to his chest, "… look at you!"

The Niffler simply stared at him.

"Sorry little guy…" whispered Percival, gently removing the coin from the creature's grip, "… but I do need that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old, silver pocket watch, "Here… my Grandpa gave it to me. We didn't really get on, so… so you can have it."

He barely had to hold it out, before the Niffler snatched it from his grip, twisting around in his grip and waving the watch at something… or someone unseen.

"… Do you have a little friend over there?"

Slowly, he moved over in the direction of where the Niffler was waving… only to have something tackle him around the legs, sending him off balance as he leant against the alleyway wall.

"What in Merlin's Beard- "

"Sir?"

Graves twisted around to see Tina standing at the head of the alleyway.

"Is everything alright?"

Straightening up, Graves cleared his throat. "Yes I just…" he glanced around, looking for the Niffler, "… I just thought I saw something."

"Oh. Well, Madame President was wondering where you were?"

"Of course. I'm sure it was nothing."

…

Newt heaved a great sigh of relief as the handsome man moved away, re-joining the rest of the MACUSA envoy. "Thank you, Dougal…" he muttered as he accoied the Niffler towards him

Once they were out of sight, he apparated into another alleyway closer to the Ministry and quickly entered the large building, hoping to speak to his brother before the negotiations could consume all his time.

Striding towards the elevator, Newt couldn't help but notice the tension in the building, with various employees muttering to each other about their displeasure of having MACUSA within their 'sanctuary'

"Newt!"

Spinning around, Newt saw his brother and the Minister walking towards him.

"Where have you been?" exclaimed Theseus in worry, "You just vanished."

"I-I needed to think…. Sorry."

"… About what we discussed earlier?"

Newt nodded as the Minister frowned in confusion.

"Whatever your conversation was…" began the Minister, "… you must know that you can't just wander off anymore Newt. With the MACUSA negotiations, tensions are high and you don't want to be caught in the middle."

Sometimes, it seemed as though Theseus's overprotectiveness had influenced the behaviour of other Ministry members. Newt flushed slightly under the attention of the Minister, "Well… surely they can't all be- "

The Minister held up his hand to stop Newt in his tracks, "No…. not all of them are bad. But there has yet to be a negotiation where MACUSA aurors' have simply left our own aurors' in peace. All we ask, is that you keep your eye out. Hopefully, there won't be any incidents this time around."