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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"Two American aurors are on the grounds."

Dumbledore frowned at this, as Percival and Newt glanced at each other in alarm. "American aurors? Are you sure?"

"Several students have said the men have American accents. What should we do?"

"Do they pose a threat to the students?"

"… The men seem a little tense…. But they are rather near the Forbidden Forest."

At this, Newt chuckled, causing Percival to glance at him.

"Don't worry…" Newt laughed, "… the Forbidden Forest has a way of dealing with intruders."

…..

"Are we sure that Graves took a portkey here?" O'Brien whispered as they walked past the creep forest, keeping their eyes on the wary students and the rest of their surroundings, "Surely he'd go to the castle?"

"And socialise? Not really Graves's style…. Besides, haven't always been curious about Hogwarts? I've heard they have dangerous creatures living on the school grounds."

"… Really?"

"Yes. So, if you see one, curse it first and ask questions later."

Suddenly the pair stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Watch your feet you clumsy fool!" yelled Fontaine.

"It wasn't me! It was a tree branch or something!"

"Oh of course. The tree just felt like lifting its roots and- "

As the pair glanced back, they stuttered and spluttered as the tree root lowered itself back into the ground. "L-let's get out of here." Hissed Fontaine.

However, before they could do anything, the vines of another tree whipped their arses, causing them to yelp and shoot to their feet.

"Get back to the portkey!" yelled Fontaine as they raced back to edge of the grounds.

"But what about Director Graves?!"

"He's a big boy! He can take care of himself!"

…

After hearing about the incident with the aurors and the forest, Graves chuckled and smiled in relief. "I'm glad you're on our side…" he thanked Dumbledore, causing the older man to chuckle.

"There's still some snap in those old vines…. The forbidden forest has a negative view on intruders."

"I'd better get back…" sighed Graves, "… before they send the entire group after me."

Newt nodded in understanding, and (after glancing at Dumbledore, who was trying to act like he wasn't eavesdropping) placed a hand on Percival's arm. "When will I see you again?"

There was a pause, before Percival came to a decision. "Meet me at the portkey tonight, and we'll come here…. It's safe on Hogwarts grounds."

After gently brushing his fingers through Newt's reddish-brown hair, Percival had to force himself to move away, before he headed back to the portkey.

Once the Auror was out of sight and earshot, Dumbledore beamed at Newt. "Well, I haven't had excitement like that in quite some time."

"What am I doing?" Newt sighed, practically collapsing into an armchair, "I shouldn't be seeing him again… I mean, I want to see him again!

"Who wouldn't?"

Preventing the Niffler from stealing Dumbledore's inkpot, Newt sighed wearily, fiddling with his parent's ring. "Something's telling me that this is the right thing to do…."

"… Maybe your parents are telling you they prefer Auror Graves, over other options?"

Newt smiled at this, "I'd like to believe that… do you really think they're leading my actions."

There was no reply, aside from a sly smile.

…..

When Newt made his way back to London and back to the Ministry, he couldn't help but notice the tension. Standing near the entrance, clearly waiting for him, Jacob waved him over. "What were you doing?!" he asked Newt frantically, "Everyone is so tense with the Americans and- "

"- There you are!"

Newt yelped slightly as Auror Lestrange grabbed him by the arm.

"You shouldn't be out here. With the Americans attacking one of our own, everything is too tense. One wrong move and a duel may break out… you don't want to be caught in the middle of that."

Ignoring Jacob, Auror Lestrange practically dragged Newt into the Ministry building, just as Theseus was addressing his team of Aurors'.

"- and now, more than ever, we need to work and stand together."

Once the speech was over, Newt hurried over to his brother. "Theseus, I need to speak to you!"

"Not now Newt, I have a meeting with the Minister."

"There's no need for all this! Can't you just talk to them and get their point of view?!"

"We know their point of view. They want to sabotage the negotiations, making us lose focus until we simply give in to their demands."

"You don't know that, because you've not actually talked to them!"

"They don't want to talk."

As Theseus turned away, Newt quickly grabbed his arm. "But if one of them did want to talk…. You and the Minister would listen to them, wouldn't you?"

"Newt- "

"- Wouldn't you?!"

Seeing the slight desperation on his younger brother's face, Theseus sighed. "Of course we would…. But it isn't that simple. Nothing is simple anymore."

After ruffling his brother's hair, Theseus walked away, leaving behind a very concerned Newt.

…

Meanwhile, in the MACUSA section of the hotel they were staying at, Credence was hanging around the entrance, nervously keeping watch as the President had instructed.

The British Aurors were sneaky, she had explained. Credence needed to attack first and ask questions later if he saw one heading towards him.

Speaking of which…. He could hear footsteps heading towards him.

Almost immediately, Credence tensed up, pressing himself against the wall as the figure got closer.

"Woah, woah, woah…" exclaimed the figure, holding up his hands in surrender, as they stepped out of the shadows to reveal Director Graves, "… It's just me Credence. It's just me."

Credence instantly relaxed, although his heart-rate continued to increase. "D-director Graves!" he stammered, "I-I-I could've killed you!"

"Not standing like that you won't…"

Going over to Credence, Percival gently arranged the boy's hands until they were in a defensive position. "You might not have a wand, but if need be, use your physical strength."

"I don't think I have any."

"Everyone can be strong Credence…. Just remember that."

As he entered the MACUSA area, Percival was immediately greeted by Fontaine and O'Brien.

"Graves! There you are!"

"We were looking everywhere for you! Why were you in Hogwarts?!"

Graves shrugged, "Curiosity. I've heard good things about the school."

"Director Graves!"

Picquery came storming out of her room, closely followed by Abernathy.

"Where have you been?!"

"I was…. Measuring up the magical ability of the British Aurors by seeing what their education system is like."

"Excellent!" Picquery rubbed her hands together, "I've heard the rumours about that school. That must be where the creatures are being kept…. We'll need that for the lawsuit."

"What lawsuit?!"

Straightening up at Percival's tone, Picquery frowned at him. "I am convinced that the Ministry is hiding something. Their lax laws regarding creature control are only there to make it easier for them to raise their funds…. Through creature trafficking and harvesting of parts."

Percival couldn't help but scoff at that. "No offence Madam President…. But that's bullshit."

"Oh?" Picquery was clearly amused by this, "Is it?"

"…. Look. You don't have to fight against the Ministry."

Everyone glanced at each other at this statement, with Tina and Queenie stepping forwards.

"Sir? What's gotten into you?" asked Tina in concern.

Before Percival could say anything, Queenie gasped sharply, her hands flying to her mouth. "He's been meeting one of them..." she whispered, staring intently at Percival as a smile slowly appeared on her face, "… Oh, he's lovely."

Fontaine, however, didn't care how lovely this Brit was, frowning at Percival. "You've been meeting one of them? A stuck-up Brit?!"

"He's not stuck-up…" sighed Percival wearily, "…. But maybe, we should be working with the Ministry in regard to magical creature trafficking and our relationship with Non-magical individual, instead of arguing against them!"

"You really think they'd be willing to talk to us?" Asked O'Brien, as the rest of the aurors started to listen.

"Of course! With MACUSA and the Ministry working together, poachers won't stand a chance, and maybe we can work at creating save places for dangerous creatures. Where no-one except creatures can go! This would reduce the number of people killed by dangerous creatures, and the number of creatures we kill every year…. Have you compared our kill rate with the Ministry's?"

Tina nodded, "Theirs is… admirable. Virtually no creature gets killed and hardly any wizard, witch or no-maj is harmed on account of a creature."

"Exactly! Why shouldn't we aspire to have a record like that?"

As the rest of the aurors started to nod in agreement, Picquery stormed forwards and took control of the situation.

"They don't want to work with us!" she yelled, "They want us to abandon these negotiations so that their little money-making scheme can go ahead, unhindered! All they care about is money! They don't care about the safety of their fellow wizards and witches!"

"But what about the records!" protested Percival, "Their death rates are lower than ours! Hardly any creatures are killed!"

"He's got a point Madam President…" sighed Fontaine, wincing when the President glared at him.

"Records can be falsified!"

Percival shook his head, "You can't prove that!"

"I don't have to! It should be obvious to even the simplest of minds!"

Taking a small step back in the face of Picquery's anger, Percival shook his head. "What happened to you…" he whispered, "…. You never used to be like this."

Picquery's face twisted in anger, "You forget your place Director! I am President! You obey me!" A cruel smirk then appeared on her face, "For example, anyone found talking with a member of the Ministry or someone associated with it, shall be tried for treason against America!"

…..

Slowly and quietly, Newt crept out of the apartment that he shared with his brother, locking the door behind him, before creeping down the steps to the pavement below.

"Newt…."

Spinning around to face the voice, Newt winced when he saw Jacob emerge from behind some bushes.

"Jacob…. Nice night, isn't it?"

Jacob rolled his eyes. "I don't know what you think you're doing Newt…." He sighed, "…. But listen to me. Americans don't have a kind view on creatures…. Or people like me. I had to run remember?"

"I-I know but- "

"- I won't lie for you again. Your brother is right to be worried, everything is too tense right now. Maybe when everything has calmed down, you can- "

"- You don't understand Jacob!" Newt exclaimed, "I'm meeting with Percival to try and calm everything down! If we can prove that American and British citizens can work together without fighting. Once we can prove that, the negotiations will be peaceful!"

"Newt please…." Begged Jacob, "… you're one of my best friends. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I won't…. I know what I'm doing." Newt reassured him, before darting around him and racing towards the portkey site.

"Newt NO!"

…..

"What if the Director's right? What if we're going about these negotiations the wrong way?"

Graves paused in his journey to the exit, a disillusionment charm on himself in order to sneak out and see Newt… however, the conversation between his aurors caught his attention.

Queenie nodded in agreement with her sister, "The president has been… secretive. I sense she's hiding something."

"You're all thinking about this too much…" Fontaine groaned, "… the Ministry have been keeping us locked up here like prisoners, aside from letting us attend the negotiations meetings…. They're not doing that for nothing."

As O'Brien argued against this, Graves continued on towards the exit… failing to notice how a lanky figure watched him leave, concealed in the shadows nervously wringing his hands together.

As Graves snuck out of the door, and raced down the corridor, Credence couldn't help but peek his head out of the door and watch him leave. Suddenly, there was a pressure on his back and he was pushed into the corridor, yelping slightly as he span around.

"Follow him Credence…" ordered Picquery, "…. I want to know where he's sneaking off to. And more importantly, who he's going to see."

"Y-Yes Ma'am…"

"And if you happen to see any British aurors…. You know what you have to do."

"…. Y-yes Ma'am."

"Don't disappoint me."