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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Theseus and the Minister watched in distress as the body of Auror Lestrange was brought into the Ministry, sending gasps of despair, shock and grief rippling throughout the gathered crowd.

"Who's done this?!" Theseus asked, anger tinging his tone.

He watched as the American Auror, Director Graves was pulled forwards as one of the arresting Aurors spoke. "Your younger brother was in the forests near Hogwarts. We believe that Auror Lestrange went to find him and that Director Graves attacked them."

Theseus thought back to Jacob's message, but chose not to say anything,

With Director Graves being the only one that they found at the scene, along with Newt (who wasn't the murder type), he was the only one who could have done it.

"I am disappointed in the American Ministry…." Sighed the Minister, "…. Our friendship was once strong, but now, our anger is stronger. At sunrise, you will be executed by the Dementor's Kiss in order to set an example."

"Minister wait!" a familiar voice called out, as Newt came racing towards them.

Furiously, Theseus turned his attention to Newt, stopping the younger man in his tracks. "I told you to stay away from the American visitors and you disobeyed me!" he yelled, "Why can't you just do as you are told Newt?!"

"I was only trying to help!"

"Because of your foolishness, Auror Lestrange is dead!" Theseus glanced at Percival and shook his head, "Take him away!"

As Percival was dragged to the cells, Newt knew his face was flushed in embarrassment as he turned away and rushed out of the Ministry.

As he made his way to Jacob's bakery, he was met just outside the shop.

"An Auror is dead…" whispered Newt, "…. And it was my fault."

"…. No. It wasn't." Jacob pulled Newt into his shop and locked the door behind him, "I was the one who told Auror Lestrange about you and your friend…. I was worried for you, I remember what the American Aurors were like when I was dating Queenie and I didn't want it to happen to you!"

Newt didn't appear as though he'd heard Jacob, continuing as though Jacob hadn't even spoken. "This is all because of me…. I just wanted to help and now I'll never see Director Graves again."

There was a brief silence, before Jacob patted Newt on the shoulder. "Go and see him…" he whispered, "… just sneak past the guards with that teleporting thing you do."

"… Apparating?"

"Yeah, that!"

…..

As he walked down to the cells, Newt tried to look braver than what he felt.

"I wish to speak to the man who killed Auror Lestrange…." Newt spoke up, "… I wish to understand why he did it."

The two guard's Auror's glanced at one another, before coming to a silent decision between them.

"Be quick…" muttered on of them, who was quite fond of Theseus's little brother, "… don't get too close to the bars."

Newt nodded his thanks and entered the room where Percival was being kept. The American Auror was huddled in the corner of the cell, misery on his face until he heard Newt coming closer.

"Newt!"

There was a brief silence, before Newt fell to his knees. "I'm so sorry!" he gasped, trying to push back tears.

"For what? This? I've gotten out of worse scraps than this... I can't think of any right now."

Newt shook his head, "It would have been better if we'd never met, then none of this would have happened!"

"Newt, look at me…"

Waiting until the younger man met his eyes, Percival smiled,

"…. I would rather die tomorrow, than live a hundred years without knowing you."

Feeling the tears stream down his cheeks, Newt patted at his shirt pocket, gently encouraging a small, branch-like creature to emerge. "I'll get you out of here…" he muttered, "…. Pickett can pick locks and then you can hide in the case and- "

"- and then everyone will know it was you." Sighed Percival, "The fighting will continue and nothing will be the same between American and England."

Silence.

"Newt, please."

Eventually, Newt shook his head, "I don't want to just leave you here."

"It's alright Newt…. No matter what happens to me, I'll always be with you…. Forever."

Corny yes, but it was what Newt needed to hear.

As the guard Aurors came back into the room and informed Newt that it was time to leave, Percival tried to give a reassuring smile to the younger man.

However, as soon as Newt left the room, he turned his attention to the ceiling.

"I'm sorry Newt… I'm so sorry."

…

"Help!" Credence yelled, as he made his way back to the rooms where MACUSA were staying, having used the strange teleportation device to get back to London after the British Aurors took Graves away, "HELP!"

"Credence?" Tina came rushing over, closely followed by her sister, "Easy Credence, what's happened?"

"It's Director Graves! They got him"

"Who got him?" O'Brien asked in alarm.

"The Ministry!"

"What?"

"They arrested him and dragged him away!"

"Where was this?!"

"I-I don't know! I was in some woods…. Not in London."

"Sounds like the woods outside of Hogwarts."

With the Aurors all gathering around Credence, Abernathy went to wake the President…. Only to get pulled into her room.

"This is perfect Abernathy…." The President grinned, "…. I couldn't have planned this myself. These negotiations are as good as won!"

"We've got to save him!" Fontaine growled, "He'd do the same for us. We've got to do something!"

"And so we shall!"

The Aurors turned around as their President strode up to them, dressed in all her finery.

"I warned you that the Ministry could not be trusted! Director Graves attempted to make these negotiations easier by befriending one of them, and look what they've done to him! But now I say that it's time to rescue our friend. At dawn, we enter the Ministry and stop that execution!"

As Picquery went off on a tirade against the Ministry, Queenie could only focus on Credence, and what he was thinking.

"Oh my." She gasped, as Credence huddled in on himself.

"I did something really bad…" he whispered to the Goldstein sisters, "… I did something really, really bad."

…..

Meanwhile at the Ministry, the Minister was pacing back and forth.

"I didn't think it would ever get this far…" he mumbled to himself, turning to Theseus, "… At tomorrow's execution, I want every Auror present. I have no doubt Picquery will try and stop the proceeds, and if it's a sight she wants, then it's a fight she'll get."

"Understood Minister."

The Minister sighed, "I wish it didn't have to come to this… How's Newt?"

"… I don't know. He's avoiding me."

"Ah… I imagine this will all be rather distressing for him."

"Hmmmm, in more ways than one."

…..

"They're going to kill him Professor…" Newt whispered into the fireplace, "… they're bringing in a Dementor to make the fatal kiss."

"You have to stop them Newton." Professor Dumbledore sighed, his face crackling in the fire.

"I can't."

"… Newton, what about your feelings?"

"I was wrong to pursue them! I-I feel so lost…"

Within the suitcase, where Newt was talking to Dumbledore, the young man spotted the Niffler racing towards him, a golden locket in his paws.

"Oh, who did you steal that off you little bugger?!"

The Niffler willingly handed the locket over, hitting Newt's hand in a silent order for him to open it up.

Newt noted the SP initials on the locket, frowning in recognition, before he opened it up.

"Oh. Merlin's. Beard!"

….

As he was dragged into the execution chamber (a sizable room), and tied to the chair, Percival started to make his silent apologies to his Father and Newt… unaware of the chaos that was heading straight for him.

Before the Dementor was led into the room, it was bombarded with American Aurors, brandishing their wands. However, before any spell could be cast, the British Aurors drew their own wands and everything came to a standstill.

Neither side was fully willing to go ahead with starting a wat between the two countries.

"Stand down President Picquery!" The Minister ordered, his arms tensed by his sides, "Director Graves has murdered a member of my government and he will receive the appropriate punishment!"

"I know what your game is Minister!" Picquery yelled back, a sly smirk on her face, "You won't get away with it."

The Minister was clearly confused at this, but before he could say anything, the Dementor floated into the room, causing all the American Aurors to take a step back.

Everyone had heard the horror stories about these creatures.

Picquery especially, seemed to grow pale.

Without waiting for an order, the Dementor floated towards Percival. It knew it was brought into that room for one reason…. To give its deadly kiss to whoever sat in that chair.

Percival closed his eyes, not wanting to see his death floating towards him.

His hearing then intensified.

He suddenly heard the cries of a bird-like creature, the flapping of powerful wings as thunder boomed overhead. The noise got closer, and seemed to land right in front of him as the rest of the room erupted into shocked cries of alarm.

When he opened his eyes, all he could see were golden feathers of a large bird.

Frank.

The Dementor didn't seem alarmed at the presence of the Thunderbird, and continued to move towards Percival.

"Percival!... EXPECTO PATRONUM!"