Alright, so I've referred to one of the many Jewish holidays that take place in the fall - I'm not Jewish, so I hope I got all of the information correct! Also, because Tina is Jewish I've got the headcanon that the kids have been raised to be multi-faith – so they do take part and observe in Jewish holidays. This also means that, because of Hitler/the Holocaust/the Final Solution, there's quite a bit of worry and anxiety for the family – while it may not be happening in England, it's distressing to know it's happening at all, and there's also the "what if" of "what if Hitler wins/takes over?".

This chapter is shorter, only a few sections, but all the same it's a finish to the fic.

I hope you enjoy!

"So, what exactly seems to be the issue, Mrs Scamander?"

Tina shifted in her seat, suddenly rather uncomfortable. "Well…I took a pregnancy potion yesterday afternoon," She began. "And…it was positive."

The Healer was unperturbed. "And?"

She started to fidget with her fingers. "It shouldn't have been."

"Mrs Scamander, I can assure you now that not all contraceptive potions are completely effective – it does happen. Now, if that's all-"

"No," Tina interrupted quickly. "I'm…I'm sorry, I'm not explaining properly, I…" She took a deep breath, casting her eyes to the floor. "A few years ago, my husband and I were trying for another baby but…but we were told that, because of certain circumstances, it wouldn't happen."

The Healer took a moment to read from the notes on her clipboard before nodding to herself. "Let me see…Healer Jones wrote in her report that your womb is 'inhospitable', most likely due to the circumstances surrounding the birth of your youngest son: apparition and stress, it would appear. And yet, the result from the potion you took was most definitely positive?"

"Yes."

The older woman took out her wand from her pocket. "Alright, dear; if you lie down on the bed in the corner, I'll do an examination so that we can be sure. It shouldn't take too long."

As the Healer started to cast various spells and charms, Tina found herself wondering just what she'd do if it turned out she was pregnant; she was thirty-nine now, and while it didn't seem that old it was still so close to forty. To add, the war wasn't going to end any time soon, she was needed desperately at work and her three children were growing up quickly – Phoenix would be ten in less than a year, and before too long he'd be starting his first year at Hogwarts. She was all too aware of Hitler's rise in power too; on his return back to England, Dawkins had told her that the Nazis were rounding up Jewish and other "undesirable" people – they were being transported to camps where they were either forced to work or killed upon arrival. The very idea made her feel absolutely sick to her stomach.

A new-born baby would complicate things tremendously.

It was only a few minutes later that the Healer stopped her examination, suddenly smiling widely. "Well, Mrs Scamander, it appears the potion you took was, in fact, correct."

"You mean…"

"Yes, you're indeed pregnant," The Healer affirmed, reaching for her notes. "You're roughly a month and a half along, by the looks of things – I'd need further tests to give you an exact due date, but I'd say some time around May next year."

Tina's head was swimming as she sat up, absolutely stunned by this information. "I don't understand. We were told years ago that we couldn't have another baby, that there was no chance of it happening…"

"Miracles do happen, dear, and this appears to be one of those times." The Healer's smile faded as she looked at the younger woman. "You don't seem pleased, Mrs Scamander."

"I…" She swallowed, unable to think of any words she could possibly say to describe how she was feeling. "I didn't think we could, and now…I'm just…"

The Healer nodded in understanding. "It's rather big news, I'll admit, and it might take a while to fully comprehend. If you don't mind me asking, does your husband know that you're here today?"

"No, he's with our children at home. He…" Tina gnawed on her lip anxiously. "He doesn't know a thing."

"Well, I suggest you speak to him about this – it's going to be a bit of a shock, of course, and I'm sure that the two of you will want to discuss your options."

"Options?"

The medi-witch hesitated, tilting her head. "Options…as in whether or not you decide to continue with the pregnancy."

"O-Oh. Right."

Tina felt her heart drop at the thought of terminating the pregnancy – never once had she ever considered doing such a thing. She was certain that Newt wouldn't want her to either; he'd be adamantly against it, of course, though if it was something she wanted to do then he most likely wouldn't stop her.

Mercy Lewis. What am I going to tell him?!

"Did you know, Mr Dawkins," Linnet announced excitedly. "I'm going to be an Auror like Mummy!"

He couldn't help but grin at her. "Oh yeah? Well, I'm sure the Ministry would love to hear that!"

Dawkins had always enjoyed visiting the Scamander family; he liked children in general, but the three Scamander children he had found himself to be especially fond of. It had been a few years since he'd last seen them, and they had all grown so much – Phoenix was going to be as tall as Newt, by the looks of things.

"This is Fuzzy!" Leo exclaimed, and he lifted his arms to show Dawkins the Kneazle. "He's our pet!"

Fuzzy gave a low growl, flicking his plumed tail; clearly, he didn't appreciate being picked up in such a way.

"I named him," Linnet added.

A Kneazle seemed surprisingly tame compared to some of the other things he was sure the family were keeping: he already knew from Tina that there was a Niffler somewhere, and he'd seen the Hippogriff paddock for himself. He couldn't help but smile as he reached to rub Fuzzy behind the ears. "Hello, there. Aren't you cute?"

Fuzzy hissed, springing from Leo's arms; the five-year-old just giggled and started to chase after him again.

"Dad says he's not fond of strangers," Phoenix informed him with a grin. "Don't take it personally."

"Nah, I won't. How have you been, Phoenix?"

The boy shrugged. "I'm okay… I keep seeing things in the newspapers though. Mum and Dad think I don't see it, but I do." He paused, looking up at Dawkins with wide brown eyes – so like Tina's. "Is it true? You know…that they're rounding up Jewish families and sending them to camps?"

Dawkins honestly didn't know whether to answer that honestly: he had no idea if Newt and Tina would want him to inform their children about such things – and they were quite horrific at that. He, himself, hadn't seen the camps or anything but all of the Aurors had heard the stories: they had been barred from interfering now, instead told to focus on controlling Grindelwald's forces…but he'd heard what was being done in those dreadful places, and it was enough to give him nightmares.

A nine-year-old boy would most certainly be traumatized if he knew the full extent.

"From what I've heard," Dawkins said slowly. "Yes…You know who Hitler is, I take it?" The boy nodded. "Well, it's true that his men are rounding up many different people and sending them away…gypsies, political enemies, homosexuals…"

"Jews," Phoenix added quietly. "We're part-Jewish, you know – Mum is Jewish."

He knew that as well, of course – the Scamander family were multi-faith, and while they weren't extremely religious they did still observe and celebrate the various holidays in their own way. Though he would deny it, part of the reason he had felt so sick hearing of what the Nazis were doing was down to knowing Tina herself was Jewish – the three children were "part-Jewish", of course, though he was sure Hitler wouldn't care to make that distinction at the end of the day.

"Yes," Dawkins agreed finally. "They are sending Jewish people away too."

By the time Newt entered the front room, levitating two mugs of tea and sending them to sit on the coffee table, the children had retreated outside to play; the Magizoologist looked slightly frazzled, tired even.

"I hope you don't mind, but the tea is probably rather weak – milk and sugar are being rationed now."

"It's fine," Dawkins assured him, reaching for one of the mugs as he took a seat. "Honestly, I'm just glad to get some tea – you don't get to drink a great deal of it in the middle of a battleground, unfortunately."

Newt sighed as he sat down as well, running a hand through his hair. "I'm afraid Tina's not here at the moment – she had an errand to run, and I don't know how much longer she'll be."

"I understand. It's Sukkot this week, right? She's probably getting building materials for…erm…"

"A Sukkah," Newt finished, and the corners of his lips turned up. "It's like a makeshift hut; she and the children do enjoy building them every year – it's always been fun to see how they decorate it."

He raised an eyebrow. "You don't help?"

"I cook the meals – it's traditional to have them at the beginning and end of Sukkot."

"Ah." Being honest, Dawkins didn't know a great deal about Jewish holidays – only what he'd heard Tina talk about – and he didn't know whether he really knew enough to carry on this conversation. "Well, that sounds like a great deal of fun; I'm sure the children love it. Other than that…how have you been?"

Newt frowned, all traces of joy disappearing quickly. "Fine, I suppose… The Ministry still wants me on the Eastern front, but I've made it clear I'm not going: I'm very much needed here."

He didn't need to explain what that meant: when Tina was called to fight (for it was a certainty she would be), he'd be the children's sole parent and provider. The Scamanders had always had a way of bending gender roles like that.

"I see. I take it their letters have been rather…incessant?"

"Indeed," Newt sighed, moving his mug so that he could take a sip. "It's foolish to worry, I know, and usually I wouldn't bother worrying but with the way things have been getting in Europe, I can't help it."

"We'll beat Grindelwald," Dawkins told him firmly, though he of course had no idea at all how the war would end. "England aren't the only ones sending Auror teams in to fight, you know: sooner or later, we'll beat him."

The older man shook his head. "That's not the only thing I'm concerned about – we've all heard the stories of Hitler and his…" He swallowed the lump in his throat, suddenly looking extremely unwell. "His Final Solution, as they call it."

Dawkins felt a chill run through him at that phrase, a knot forming in his stomach. "I know," He muttered. "It's absolutely horrifying. I can't even believe it's happening…that he's getting away with it…"

"Dawkins, you wouldn't happen to know…" Newt hesitated. "I don't mean to pry, but you wouldn't perhaps know what exactly is going on? What exactly they're doing? The newspapers here haven't exactly been informative."

That didn't surprise him: censorship always omitted a number of facts, both in the muggle and the wizarding world.

"I don't know a great deal either," He admitted softly. "Just rumors. They're not at all pleasant, Newt – they're enough to give a grown man nightmares."

"I want to know," Newt affirmed, and when he looked up his eyes were somewhat teary. "Please, Dawkins, I know it's awful – but a part of me needs to know."

Dawkins carefully lowered his mug to the table, avoiding looking at the other man. "Remember, these are just rumors…it could be false information…" He took a deep breath. "I've heard that they're sending people – undesirable people – away to camps. Some of them are put to work, hard manual labor, and others are…well."

Newt had gone extremely grey as he carefully digested this news. "O-Oh. Right."

"I'm sure it won't spread over here," He muttered quickly. "The muggles will get rid of Hitler soon enough – and if our war ends before theirs, I'm sure we'll assist in any way we can. I wouldn't worry too much, Newt."

"It's hard not to worry," The Magizoologist mumbled, avoiding the other man's gaze. "In case you've forgotten, my wife is Jewish and our children are considered to be as well."

"I haven't forgotten," Dawkins retorted, somewhat sharply. "I am fully aware, thank you very much."

Newt paused, glancing back up at him; after a moment, he sighed. "I'm sorry – that was rather unnecessary for me to say. I've just been rather on edge lately, that's all…"

"It's alright," The younger man allowed. "We've all been on edge, to be honest – I take it Tina told you I'm returning to Bulgaria tomorrow."

"Yes. She's been quite…" Newt pondered for a moment, trying to think of a satisfactory word. "She's been quite morose all week – she's worried for you, I believe."

Of course she was; since the day he and Tina had been made partners, she'd made sure to watch his back if they were on missions, been his friend – it was no surprise she was worried for him really, and he greatly appreciated that.

Having said that, he couldn't help but be concerned for her too.

The children were relatively easy to coax into bed that night, tired from a day full of helping with the creatures and playing in the vast garden outside; Linnet didn't even put up her usual fight of staying awake, so exhausted that she was fast asleep even before Newt had finished tucking her underneath the covers. It had been a long day for all of the family, to be honest.

Tina was sitting up in bed when Newt entered the bedroom, dressed in her pajamas and reading a thick book; she didn't look up as he changed into his own nighttime attire and dimmed the lights. It was only when he clambered into bed next to her, absolutely shattered and in desperate need of a good night's sleep, that she slowly closed her book and trained her eyes on him.

"I…I need to tell you something."

Newt's gaze drifted to look at her, somewhat surprised. "Oh? What is it, dear?"

"Well, I…I…" She started to gnaw her lip, suddenly looking extremely worried. "Today, I wasn't out running errands – I was at St. Mungo's."

"St… Merlin, whatever for?" He straightened up, perhaps more concerned than he necessarily should have been. "Is everything alright? You're not sick, are you?"

Tina hesitated. "Not sick, but…but I haven't been feeling well for the past week or so. I've been throwing up, and getting dizzy and…and I wanted to be sure." She looked away from him quickly. "I don't know how but…but the Healer did some tests, and…and I don't know how this is possible…"

"Tina, love, tell me," He prompted gently. "Please – if something's wrong then I want to know."

Her voice was no louder than a whisper. "She told me I'm pregnant."

The world suddenly seemed to spin and crash around him at those words. "You're…what? I don't understand…"

"I'm pregnant," She repeated quietly.

"But…But I thought…"

"I know. She was quite certain though."

Newt sat back, mind trying to comprehend just what was going on: he didn't understand how this was possible, to be quite honest, considering the circumstances.

"We're going to have another baby?" He checked unsurely.

Tina nodded. "Yes, it appears so."

"Well…Merlin," He muttered, shaking his head to himself. "This is…certainly not what I was expecting."

"I'm sorry."

Newt frowned then, eyebrows furrowed. "Sorry? Why on Earth would you be sorry? This is…This is fantastic news." His face suddenly lit up, as if it were finally sinking in fully. "Tina, this is wonderful news!"

"Maybe it is, but…but…" Tina looked at him, and he realized that she was close to tears. "But I'm scared, Newt; I read the newspapers and see what's happening in Europe, what's happening to so many people there and…and the idea of having a baby in the middle of that…" She shook her head. "I don't know if I can do it."

Hesitantly, so as to not alarm her, he placed a hand over her arm. "Tina…"

"What if Grindelwald wins?" She asked tearfully. "What if Hitler wins? What if he manages to beat us, and he overtakes the country? I know...I know what he thinks of people like me, what he thinks should be done about us. I worry every single day, Newt, about what will happen if he wins the war – I've had awful dreams about what might happen to the children, a-a-and…"

"Tina, love," Newt murmured, taking her into his arms. "I know. I know, it's awful and…and it makes me absolutely sick to think about what is happening over there… But we're safe here, at least for now. As for Grindelwald…well, you know what the rumors are – he's too afraid to attack here, too afraid of Albus Dumbledore to do such a thing. For now, we're safe."

"I'm not thinking about now," Tina stated anxiously, and a tear made its way down her face. "I'm thinking about the future – I'm already so worried about our children, and another one would just make me worry even more. I don't know if I can do it, Newt; bringing another baby into the world when I know about what could happen."

Newt took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he rested his chin on top of her head. "I won't let anything happen to our family, Tina. If it does happen – Grindelwald or Hitler winning, or even both – then, so be it, we'll leave for somewhere safer. Neither of them could take over the entire world, surely." He paused, and when he spoke again his voice had dropped an octave. "If you really don't want to do this, then…then we don't have to. There are ways we can…we can stop this. But, if you really want me to be honest with you, I don't think this baby is a curse – I think it's a miracle."

Tina pulled away from him then, still rather teary-eyed, and seemed to study him; after a long moment, she gave a sniff. "Really? You…You really think that?"

"Absolutely," He agreed honestly. "Tina, we were told we couldn't have another baby, that it would never happen…and yet it has. Even though it shouldn't have been possible, it's happened." He carefully placed a hand on her abdomen and smiled weakly. "I know you probably won't agree, but this baby is a miracle – and it's hope, too, hope for the future. This little life we've created…Merlin, we've done this against all of the odds."

The wonderful thing about Newt was that he was so genuine about his feelings to her – he wasn't lying about this in the slightest.

He was well and truly thrilled about this baby.

Tina's eyes were blurred with tears again – but they were joyful this time, not sad. "Newt…"

"I mean it," He reaffirmed eagerly. "This baby…Merlin, even saying it… We wanted this baby for so long, so desperately, and I know that it's perhaps a few years later than we were hoping, that perhaps it's not the best time, but…but I'm so undeniably happy."

She beamed at him, absolutely radiant, and leaned forwards to wrap her arms around him. "You're right…you're absolutely right," She agreed enthusiastically. "We're having a baby…Mercy, we're having a baby."

Suddenly her worries seemed to have faded somewhat; they still hung in the back of her mind, of course, and they would perhaps remain there for some time – but now the news was really sinking in, what it meant…and she couldn't help but feel euphoric.

"I love you," Newt mumbled, pulling away so that he could press kisses to her face. "You absolutely wonderful, brilliant woman…I love you."

Tina couldn't help but laugh, resting her forehead against his. "Yes…I love you too."

Just so you all know, I am pro-choice; if you want an abortion, then you should be able to have the choice to have one. It's not something I believe I would personally choose, but I believe every woman should have the choice nonetheless. Just thought I'd clarify that in case!

There'll be a fic dealing with the actual pregnancy/birth at some point, I'm sure (this is me we're talking about here), so…look out for it! :)