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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Jacob fretted nervously as he waited near the exit of the Ministry of Magic.

He knew how American aurors were…. He'd been threatened for weeks before he finally escaped to London.

He couldn't let that happen to Newt.

Trying not to appear conspicuous, Jacob scanned the crowd, his eyes widening when he saw Theseus Scamander leaving the building, clearly arguing with the person next to him.

Jacob didn't care. He needed to keep Newt safe.

"Excuse me!" he called out "Mister Scamander!"

Almost immediately, Theseus and his companion (who Jacob now recognised to be Auror Lestrange) span around and frowned at his presence.

"Jacob?" exclaimed Theseus, "What's wrong?"

"I-It's Newt."

"Newt!? Is he alright?"

"I-I think he's in trouble."

….

"You're trembling Newton!" Dumbledore exclaimed in alarm, "What's happened?"

Newt shook his head, "All it's going to take is one wrong move, and there're might be war between the two Ministries. I want to help, but everyone seems to prefer readying themselves for a duel and no-one seems ready to listen."

Before Dumbledore could reply, the door to his office flung open and Percival burst through it, a relieved smile on his face when he spotted Newt.

"Newt!"

"Percival!"

Taking Newt's hands in his own, Percival sighed wearily. "Listen to me. Picquery is planning to sue the Ministry. You've got to warn the Minister so they can work against her!"

"Maybe it's not too late to stop this!" Newt tugged on Percival's hand, "You've got to come back with me and talk to Theseus. He'll listen to you!"

Percival resisted Newt's efforts and sighed. "Newt, I don't think talking is going to help anymore! I already tried to talk to my aurors, but many of them don't trust the Ministry, and probably never will!"

Before Newt could say anything, his case suddenly shook and rattled as something growled within.

"What's that?" asked Percival in alarm.

"Oh, a couple of the creatures are having a rough time living in the same case together…." Newt explained sheepishly, "… They go through periods of bickering and then ignoring each other… and then fighting again."

To the side of them, Dumbledore chuckled. "I can name a few students like that…." He then got to his feet and moved over to a small cabinet in the corner of the room. Pulling open the door, he waved the pair over, "… I would like to show you something that I believe can help."

He pulled out a beautiful ornament, which Percival instantly recognised as a pensive. But, it didn't appear as though they would be viewing any memories as Dumbledore simply encouraged them to come closer, gently touching the water as ripples spread out.

Percival frowned in confusion…. But Newt seemed to understand.

"The ripples…" the younger man whispered.

Okay, now Percival really was confused.

"What about them?" he asked.

Dumbledore chuckled at Percival's bewilderment, "So small at first…" he began, "… but watch how they grow. But someone has to start them."

Quickly realising what Dumbledore meant, Percival shook his head. "They're not going to listen to us."

"Sometimes Director Graves, the right path is not always the easiest. Don't you see…. Only when the fighting and the arguing stopped, can you two be together."

Percival and Newt stared at each other for a few moments, before Percival nodded in determination. "Alright… let's go speak to Theseus."

Newt beamed at this, throwing his arms around Percival, and pulling him into a hug.

…..

The pair wanted to get to the Ministry as soon as possible, quickly rushing back to the site of the portkey. In the wooded area that surrounded the portkey, Newt suddenly grabbed Percival's hand.

"Thank you…" he whispered, smiling at the American, "… thank you for doing this."

Percival couldn't say anything… not with Newt looking at him like that. Without saying a word, he leant in close and placed his hands on Newt's cheeks, silently asking if this was alright.

Newt's answer said it all.

Before Percival could say anything, Newt pressed his lips to Percival's, their eyes closing as they lost themselves in the passionate feeling.

Unfortunately, they were not alone in these woods.

Credence watched from the shadows, his face twisted in confusion as he watched the kiss. When he'd followed Director Graves through the stomach-twisting journey, he did attempt to follow the man…. Only to hide in the tree as a British Auror suddenly came through. The other Auror faded into the shadows, so Credence made the decision to wait until Graves's return… but he never thought he'd see this.

Auror Lestrange was also in shock…. Arriving in the forest, he quickly realised that Newt was probably on Hogwarts grounds… it would be easier to wait here. To see him kissing another man, another American man, filled him with rage.

Unsheathing his wand, he burst out of the shadows and cast a Stunning charm towards the American.

"Stupefy!"

Newt and Percival immediately separated, with Percival hastily casting a shielding charm as protection.

"Lestrange stop!" Newt yelled, fumbling with his own wand as the pair threw charm after charm at one another, "Stop!"

Meanwhile, Credence could feel a sudden rush of fear spread through him… one that the President always told him not to resist. Bursting through the bushes just as the attacking British Auror pushed the red-head to the ground, the trio got one good look at him, before everything faded to black.

…..

"Credence?!" yelled Percival in alarm, taking a step back as a black cloud, where the young man once stood, swarmed towards Auror Lestrange.

Lestrange threw curse after curse at the crowd, but to no avail.

"An obscurus…." Whispered Newt in both shock and curiosity, "…. He's an obscurus."

Once the cloud reached Lestrange, there was a horrific choking sound as the Auror's body was lifted into the air and flung from side to side like a rag doll…. Strange markings appearing on his face as he dropped to the ground and the cloud disappeared… leaving behind a scared, young man.

"I-I-I…" Credence stuttered, hunching in on himself as he tried to appear smaller than what he was.

Newt, who had immediately gone over to Lestrange, shook his head. "He's dead…." He turned to Percival, "... what do we do?"

Percival didn't take his eyes off Credence, shrugged. "We can't let them have Credence…" he muttered to himself, "…. It wasn't his fault."

"I know…."

Percival was shocked at this, spinning around to face Newt as the young man continued.

"… he was scared and Lestrange was…. Angry. But how can we explain this?"

There was a brief silence, before Percival turned back to Credence. "Get out of here…. GO!" He ordered, "Go back to the President!"

Credence hesitated for a few seconds, before racing further into the forest, just as several Ministry Aurors came through the portkey and immediately arrested Percival, summoning ropes that wrapped around him, as his wand was seized.

Newt got to his feet, his mouth open to explain that the Director was not the villain in this scenario, only to stop when Percival shot a warning glare at him.

As Percival was dragged away, Newt fell to his knees, watching as the body of Lestrange was carried away.

How could everything have gone so wrong, so quickly.