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.

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"Now do you understand?"

Percival turned to face Newt, staring into the younger man's eyes as he realised what newt was referring to.

"Now do you understand why I have to protect them?"

"…Yes.." Percival nodded, as he gently grabbed Newt's hand, "… Yes, I do."

A comfortable silence fell between the two as Newt flushed at their close proximity. Leaning in, the pair appeared to be going in for a kiss… until there was a knocking noise.

Almost immediately, Newt stepped away from Percival and raced towards the small shack and the case exit.

"What is it?" asked Percival in concern, rushing after the younger man.

"Probably my brother…" Newt answered, worry in his voice, "… you need to hide in case he comes in! I'll let you know when it's safe to come out!"

"I want to see you again!"

"W-we shouldn't- "

"- please. "Percival pleaded.

"I'm sorry… but we can't!"

Before Percival could plead again, Newt headed up the ladder, greeting someone outside the case. Wearily, Percival seated himself in the shack, waiting for Newt to tell him it was safe.

…

Hours later, Percival was finally able to head towards the wing, with all the MACUSA assigned rooms. As he entered the wing, he quickly realised that his fellow agents were casting protection charms all over the place, the majority of them aimed at the entrance to the wing and the doors to the rooms.

"There you are Graves!" called out O'Brien, "We thought you'd been abducted!"

Percival remained silent, watching as his team finished the charms. Once done, Tina turned to him and smiled, "That ought to do it!" she sighed happily, (flinching slightly when something brushed against her leg) "Now none of the Ministry aurors can try anything, right Sir?"

Silence.

"Sir?"

"Hmmmm? What?"

Tina frowned, "Is everything alright Sir? You're very quiet… m-more than usual I mean."

"You haven't even explained what happened Tina!" mock-scolded Fontaine.

"Oh yeah! Sorry Sir…. The Ministry have accused one of us of stunning an assistant whilst the President and the Minister were talking."

"Yeah, you should have seen it Sir!" O'Brien exclaimed, "It was unfair, and they knew it. There was no proof an American had even done it… only that it was a Brit that fainted."

Tina frowned, "He was stunned O'Brien. I'm not surprised everyone got a little tense."

"I was just teasing Goldstein! Just a bit of fun."

Fontaine rolled his eyes at this, "Yes O'Brien, this whole experience has been so much fun. Meanwhile, our President hides herself away with that boy, acting like everything is alright!"

****In the President's room****

"Everything is not alright…" growled Seraphina as Credence was huddled on the sofa, "… in fact, this entire trip has been an unmitigated disaster!"

Credence watched as the President began to pace, slamming her hands on the desk, "The Minister put down each and every one of my suggestions… as though he has more power than me!"

There was a knock on the door, as Abernathy made his way in, "Sorry to interrupt Ma'am, but I have a copy of the medical report of the Ministry assistant."

"And why do I care?"

"Well, it appears as though the spell that was used, was more than a simple stunning spell…. He's not waking up."

Picquery frowned at this, before snapping her fingers in realisation. "This is all a plot…. By using the assistant as a distraction, the British can push against our attempts at negotiation. And do you know why they want to do that?"

"Ummmm…."

"Because they had something to hide… maybe they are so lax with the laws regarding creatures, because the Ministry have something going on behind the scenes. Something that helps contribute to the vast amount of funds that they have."

"A-are you accusing them of transporting creatures here to be…. Used for other things?"

"Exactly. Wait…. Where's my locket?!"

"Your locket?"

"The gold one!"

…..

The following morning, Picquery banged on the door that was shared by the all the male aurors. Without waiting for an answer, she unlocked the door and strode in. "Fontaine! O'Brien! Where's Graves?!"

The pair glanced over to Graves bed, frowning when they saw that it was neatly made and empty.

"Oh…" O'Brien tilted his head in confusion, "… well he was there last night."

Fontaine nodded in agreement, "Yeah, O'Brien's snoring must have scared him off."

"Well, find him, for Merlin's sake!" yelled Picquery.

"But what if we run into Ministry Aurors?" questioned O'Brien "We're not really meant to leave these rooms."

"That's what your wands are for! If they start something, then defend yourselves. Now get out there and find Graves!"

….

Jacob sighed when he walked over to Newt's table…. The younger man had barely eaten anything, instead choosing to gaze out of the window.

As he seated himself opposite the wizard, the bell to the shop chimed and a familiar face walked through the door. "Newton…" sighed Theseus, striding over to their table, "… You should be home or at least with me in the Ministry."

"I'm fine Theseus. You're too worried about MACUSA."

"And for good reason!"

Jacob, noticing how Newt seemed a little distressed at this, quickly spoke up. "I'm just making sure he has something to eat…. Just like you asked Mister Scamander sir!"

Giving Jacob a thankful smile, Theseus shook his head. "Just… don't go on one of your little adventures, okay Newt?"

"Yes Theseus..."

Noticing the distracted tone in his little brother's voice, Theseus sighed, smiling when he noticed the silver ring on Newt's finger. "You know…. Dad used to fiddle with it like that. He said it used to help him think."

"… I miss him you know."

"Me too Newt… me too." Theseus briefly closed his eyes in grief, before patting his brother on the back, "I'll send some aurors out to you as protection. You shouldn't be alone."

After Theseus had left the store, Newt was jerked out of his thoughts.

"Alright." Sighed Jacob, "What's going on?"

"What?"

"You're hiding something."

"I'm not hiding anything!"

Chuckling at how high Newt's voice had gone with the effort of trying to lie, Jacob shook his head. "You can tell me Newt, I promise I won't- "

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks as a figure dressed in dark clothing (which gave him away as being a wizard) strode through the door, a scowl on his face as he headed for Newt.

"Newt…" hissed Jacob, as the man got closer, "… Newt!"

Newt span around, but to Jacob's surprise, he seemed to recognise the man. Glancing around, Newt frowned. "What are you doing here?!"

"I had to see you again!"

Upon seeing Newt, the man's face brightened, giving him a much friendlier look…. Until he spotted something out the window. "Oh crap…" he muttered, turning his head and shielding his face, "… please tell me that's not an English Auror."

Newt and Jacob turned in that direction, and Newt cursed under his breath. "Lestrange… why did Theseus send him?"

Lestrange didn't appear to have seen Newt, seemingly coming to the shop because he knew it was a favourite haunt of Newt's

Glancing between the American Auror and Lestrange, Jacob felt torn. Eventually, he patted Newt on the arm and gestured towards the back of the shop. "Go on, you can both leave out the back if you want."

"Jacob- "

"- I'll cover for you! Go!"

He didn't need to say it again. Grabbing the American's hand and his suitcase, Newt dragged the Auror towards the back of the shop. Just as they disappeared through the door, Auror Lestrange burst through the door.

"Kowalski." The man sneered, "Where's Scamander?"

"W-which one?"

"You know full well which one…. Tell Newton to come and see me as soon as you do see him."

…

"England really is amazing…" chuckled Percival as they made their way through Scottish fields, up towards Hogwarts (having port-keyed there in order to avoid being spotted by Ministry employees who knew Newt and Theseus), "…. I've never really noticed it before."

"Why not?"

Shuffling uncomfortably, Percival winced. "I…. I was too preoccupied with work. The British wizarding community was an opponent who I had to beat. Nothing more, nothing less…. I think your Niffler's in my pocket by the way."

Without even pausing, Newt reached into Graves's coat pocket (causing Percival to flush slightly) and grabbed the wriggling creature. "Thieving little bugger…" he muttered, frowning as he examined a golden locket that the Niffler was keeping a tight hold of, "… who have you- "

Before he could finish, they entered the Hogwarts castle and the Niffler shoved the necklace into his pouch.

"We'll talk about this later!"

As they strode through the corridors, Percival glanced around in amazement. "Wow…. I remember Theseus describing Hogwarts in all his letter, but I didn't think it would be like this… Wow."

"Isn't Ilvermorny like this?"

"No… nowhere near. It might be larger, but Hogwarts seems… ancient. More mysterious."

Newt glanced around, a soft smile on his face, "Yeah… She has a mind of her own I think."

Eventually, as they made their way to Dumbledore's office, the conversation turned to the negotiations… and the stubbornness of English politicians.

"I think if we can't change the Ministry's mind on a few issues, then most of the Auror's will go home… no point in staying really."

"Will you? Will you go home?"

Percival glanced over and sighed, "… Probably. My job, my home and my family are back in America."

"But you'll visit, right?"

"Of course, I- "

"Newton!"

The pair were interrupted when a kind, warm voice suddenly came from behind them. Quickly twisting around, Newt smiled when he saw Dumbledore standing there, a warm smile on his face as he patted Newt on the arm.

"I wasn't expecting you here my boy…" chuckled the older man, "… otherwise I would have asked the house elves to brew up some tea and bring us some biscuits."

"Oh, there's no need for that we- "

"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Professor, gesturing for them to move further up the stairs, up to his office. "I'll be honest, I'm feeling in the need for a cup of tea… and you Auror Graves?"

Percival floundered slightly, a little bit in awe of the powerful wizard…. Who knew his name. "I-I don't mind Professor Dumbledore…" he stammered, straightening up as the older man scanned him up and down, his brilliant blue eyes seemingly looking into his mind.

"Don't be scared Auror Graves…" Dumbledore teased as they entered his office, "… I've often been told that my bark is worse than my bite."

Percival continued to be in awe.

"You can say something…" whispered Newt into his ear, "… he's really very friendly."

Dumbledore chuckled at this, causing Newt to flush when he realised that he'd been heard, "Newton is quite right… I'm afraid my reputation has painted me out to be… more powerful than I really am."

Percival remained silent, still trying not to squirm uncomfortably as Dumbledore continued to stare. Eventually, Dumbledore seemed to come to a silent decision.

"You're a lucky man Newton…. Auror Graves seems like a very nice young man."

"Professor!"

Percival couldn't help but smile proudly at this…. Until there was a frantic knocking at the door and another professor burst in. "Sorry to interrupt Professor, but I can't seem to find the Headmaster and we have a situation."

"A situation?"

The other man nodded, "Two American aurors are on the grounds."