A/N: This is the part where everythings like super weird, lol. Help me, I don't know what to do...

Dumbledore waited in the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. Theseus paced around, deep in though. His brow was furrowed in worry. He hadn't been sleeping well. Not since he had heard about Newt. His brother and nephew, Aberforth and Aurelius, formerly known as Credence, were also there.

Albus found it hard not to take a look at Newt's vial of memories. He thought it best the whole group was there. They were waiting. Albus had been able to take care of Newt's creatures. He made a good friend, Pickett, who now stayed in his pocket. McGonagall walked into the room, followed by Queenie, Bunty, Jacob, and Tina. Albus jumped up. "Good! You made it." He clapped his hands together.

"Dumbledore, sir. You seem to have seen quite a few rough years…" Jacob spoke. It was true, Albus was looking a bit older and wilder. At this remark, Dumbledore smirked. "That was a complete mistake Mister Kowalski. I was brewing potions a few months ago. Got thirsty and meant to drink pumpkin juice, but accidentally drank four months Ageing Potion. If my calculations are correct, it should be wearing of in an hour or two."

Lally giggled, "I find it funny, Professor, because I did the same exact thing. Expect it wasn't for four months." Everyone laughed a little, because sometimes when everything seems to be going wrong, you need a good laugh to cheer you up. There was a moment of silence.

"Well, since you're all here, and I'm sure you all already know what happened, let's get started." As Dumbledore spoke, he pulled out his wand. Swishing it in the air without talking, he performed a spell. A bowl like thing, with swirling grey liquid, floated to him. "Gather around, please."

"A Pensive." Theseus muttered, glancing at the bowl. Albus nodded, "And can you tell us what a Pensive does?"

"If someone gives you a memory, you can put it in here and view that memory." Replied Theseus.

"Correct! 10 points to Hufflepuff."

"Wait, whose memory are we looking at?" asked Lally.

"Good question," Dumbledore pulled out a small vial from his pocket, "This is Newt's memory. I found it on the floor at his flat. It looked as though he'd thrown it during the fight."

Jacob spoke up, "How we gonna view a memory?"

"Dumbledore will pour the memory into the Pensive, then you basically lean into the water. This will send you into the memory." Theseus answered for Albus. He frowned a little, as though a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Professor," Dumbledore hummed to show he was listening, looking up at Theseus, "How will we fit 9 people into this small Pensive?"

"I have a few spells up my sleeve." Albus smiled, his eyes twinkling. Then he uncorked the vial and poured the memory into the Pensive. He muttered a few incantations, which made the Pensive expand. Theseus raised an eyebrow. "I thought you couldn't expand a Pensive."

"You need the right type to spell to do it." Albus looked around at everyone. "Alright, see you there." He leaned in. Everyone followed him, Jacob and Nagini being the last.

They were at Hogwarts. It was light and sunny; birds could be heard chirping in the distance. A group of boys in black and green robes were all looking down at the ground, laughing. Jacob followed the others to the boys. He wondered why they couldn't see them, then remembered that this was a memory. Jacob looked down at the ground.

There was a boy laying there, curled up into a tight ball. He seemed to be protecting something. Jacob's eyes widened. The boy was Newt! The boys around him ridiculed Newt, kicked at him, hurt him. Yet Newt just stayed there, unmoving. Suddenly they heard shoes running on the ground and an angry voice. The older boy's eyes widened, and they glanced at each other.

A girl ran into the scene. She was hitting the boys with her school bag. Her brown eyes flared in anger; her bushy hair flew in her face. There was an audible gasp from Theseus. "Stop. Hurting. Him!" she yelled, hitting the lead boy with her bag at every word. The boy held up his hands, attempting to protect himself. He was backing up, as was his gang. As the boys ran off, the girl turned to Newt, kneeling.

She touched him lightly, "Newt? Are you ok?"

Newt uncurled himself from the ball. He was bruised and winced slightly. "Yeah, I'm ok, Leta." He said quietly. The girl relaxed. "What made them do it?"

"They were hurting him," Newt said, opening him hands to show a little Niffler. "I ran over, grabbed him, then curled up so they couldn't do anything else. They got mad that I had taken their 'toy', so they were punishing me. Trying to make me 'Remember my place.'"

Leta sighed, "Those boys already didn't like you, now they're going to hate you Newt."

"Yeah. I know." Newt said, gently holding the Niffler.

(Note: This part is highly influenced by MegaMillionsGranny's fanfiction, Migraine. It's not really my work.)

The scene changed. They were still at Hogwarts, but this time it was pouring rain. Thunder clashed outside the walls, and the old castle seemed to shiver. They were in a small, un-used classroom. Newt was older, curled up on a soft armchair. He was pale, shivering. His brow was furled in pain.

"Ah..." Dumbledore spoke softly, "I remember this."

"He got this all the time during school. As least, that's what Leta told me." Said Theseus.

"What?" asked Lally.

"Migraines." Replied Theseus.

At that point, a door opened, and Leta entered the room. She saw Newt and rushed over. "Newt?"

Newt looked up at this point, moaning at seeing Leta. She wasn't supposed to be here. "Newt, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Was the reply. Leta arched her eyebrows, hands on her hips. Then her face grew soft when she realized how miserable her friend was. Sitting down, Leta brushed her fingers through Newt's hair, humming a soft tune. A couple hours when by, and Leta was nodding off.

That's when Peeves the Poltergeist decided to enter on scene. He smirked mischievously, and yelled, "Students out of bed!"

Leta's face flushed with anger, Newt woke up, sick. "Peeves! You nasty, rude little…"

But she was cut off from her rant when Dumbledore came in. "That's enough Miss Lestrange." Then he noticed Newt, who was still sick. A look of concern flickered across his face. Newt, done being sick, re-curled himself against the chair, not looking at Dumbledore.

"Mr. Scamander, what's wrong?" Albus's voice was soft and gentle. Leta hovered protectively behind him. Newt didn't answer, he was breathing a little heavily, and shivering. Albus turned to Leta, "What happened, Miss Lestrange?"

Leta shrugged a little, "I'm not sure, Professor. He's been like this all week. I came in here to study and found Newt like this." She turned her worried eyes to Dumbledore. Albus hummed thoughtfully. "Could you go to my office, you'll find a black bag of potions. It may help Newt." Leta nodded and rushed out of the classroom.

There was silence for a little. "Newt, can you tell me what's wrong? I can keep it a secret if you want me to." Newt nodded a little, whispering. "Migraine. It'll go away eventually."

Dumbledore visibly winced. Newt acted like this happened a lot. "How long have you had it?" Albus lowered his voice a little more. "Week." Newt was shivering, but sweat was on his forehead. He felt hot and cold at the same time. Leta came back into the room. She handed Albus the bag, who then gave Newt some medicine.

The scene changed. Newt was standing a forest. He was still young, and his arm was in a sling. He didn't care though. He was at peace. Newt whistled shrilly. A few minutes later, he heard hoofbeats, and smiled. A Hippogriff trotted happily over to Newt. He didn't even have to bow, the beast already knew him well, and liked him. Newt lifted his good arm, gently petting the huge creature. "Hello Prince." He muttered softly.

Jacob noticed that there was a green twig in Newt's jacket. It must be Pickett. Prince nuzzled Newt playfully, Newt laughed. Here, in the forest, with a creature, Newt didn't feel scared. He could keep eye contact, didn't jump around much. He acted…normal. Newt's green eyes flared with such love for Prince, and kindness. At least somethings loved him.

"Newt!" Leta looked at him, her eyes sparkled mischievously. "I know what you have." Newt's eyes widened. "You can't tell anyone!" Leta smiled. "Why would I tell anyone you have a Jarvey? You could get expelled."

Newt was walking down the castle corridors. Leta followed him, her bookbag hanging from her shoulder loosely. "Why do you have a Jarvey in the first place?" she asked curiously. "Because he was hurt. I couldn't just leave him." Newt replied, lowering his voice. "There's no creature you couldn't love, is there Newt?" Leta spoke. They kept walking down the halls.

There was screaming. Newt's head exploded with pain. Voices and thoughts jumped to his mind. He tried to push them away. Newt ignored the throbbing pain in his head. He rushed to the dungeons. Leta was sitting on the floor, holding a Jarvey. His Jarvey. Another student was laying on the floor, unconscious. Newt raced over, taking the students wrist. There was a pulse. Anger flared through his mind, he turned to Leta. Keeping a clam voice he asked, "What did you do?"

Leta looked up with wide eyes, "I was curious to what a Jarvey could do. He got vicious when hunting the prey…I'm not sure what happened next…" Tears welled up in her eyes. Newt heard footsteps rushing nearby. "Quick, give me the Jarvey." Leta nodded and handed Newt the creature.

The doors to the dungeon burst open, Headmaster Dippet walked in, robes billowing. With him was Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore. Anger was in Dippet's eyes. He took one look at the student on the floor, Leta sobbing, and Newt standing up, holding a Jarvey. "What happened?" he growled. Without thinking, Newt answered, "I-I was experimenting with this Jarvey. Leta came in with her friend, found out what I was doing and tried to stop me…The Jarvey got overwhelmed…." Newt didn't look at the headmaster, his eyes were downcast.

"Miss Lestrange, take Miss Carson to the Hospital Wing. Mr. Scamander. Come with me."

"Professor…" Leta tried to intervene, protest. But the look Headmaster Dippet gave her told her to stop. "Yes, sir."

Newt glumly followed the headmaster to his office, still holding the Jarvey. Professor Dumbledore had disappeared. They entered the office, and Dippet pointed at a chair. Newt sat down, not looking at the headmaster.

"Newton Scamander. You know that owning a Jarvey is illegal?" asked Dippet.

"Yes, sir."

"And you know that, by breaking this law, you are supposed to be expelled."

Newt's heart broke, but he answered, "Yes, sir."

"I'll have to send to you the Ministry. They'll break your wand there. The Jarvey will be killed, of course, because of the danger it has caused in almost killing a student."

Newt looked up, holding the Jarvey closer to him. "NO! Don't kill him. He didn't know any better. He's perfectly harmless!"

"Mr. Scamander, you know as well as I do, that Jarvey could have killed someone!" Dippet's voice was raising.

The office door burst open. Dumbledore strode in. "Professor Dippet," he spoke, "Newt didn't do this on purpose. He was just trying to take care of the animal. Yes, he did break a law, but he shouldn't be expelled…"

The scene stopped and changed. Newt looked years older. He held his wand, he looked weak, sweat was on his face. In front of him was a young girl. She was crying. Suddenly, a dark magic came out of the young girl. Newt quickly put a protection around it. The young girl in front of him collapsed. Newt ran forward, dropping to his knees. "Come on…" he muttered, "Stay with me." He grew frantic, grabbing a potion from his pocket. He forced the girls mouth open, pouring down the potion. "Come on!" Newt now held the girl in his lap. But the life seemed to be leaving her. She looked up at Newt through tear filled eyes and whispered, "Thank you…" Then there was no life. Newt sat on the ground, rocking back and forth. He cried for her, unable to let go.

Newt lay on a cot in a tent. He breathed silently. Someone cried out. The camp was under attack. Newt jumped up, grabbing his wand. The dragons were running around, frightened.

The scene changed. Newt screamed in agony. The pain didn't seem to stop. The Healers had to hold him down. He couldn't stop shaking. Finally, it became too much for his weak body to bear, and he became unconscious.

He was on the railroad tracks. Credence was now getting upset. Graves electrocuted him over and over. Newt was able to send a defensive spell and distract him. Credence was now mad. The scene jumped forward in time. Grindelwald was revealed, he was walking past Newt, and paused. "Will we die, just a little?" he whispered. Fear flared through Newt's mind.

Once again, Newt was with Grindelwald. He asked Newt, "What makes Dumbledore so fond of you?"

It was dark out. Newt sat on a couch in his flat. He watched Teddy, smiling. Grindelwald attacked, Newt cast a shield, a wooden beam fell. Then it was silence. Everything was dark. No sound, no light, not even a coldness.

"What's happening?" asked Lally.

"I'm not sure…" replied Albus, a little unnerved, "Usually when the memory finishes, it'll automatically pull you out of the Pensive."

"Albus." A clear voice rang out. Everyone turned around. Newt stood there. He was calm. His eyes didn't look everywhere, he didn't make himself small. "Welcome to my mind. It may seem like I'm answering all your questions as though I'm with you. I am not. I merely glanced at the future so that I could answer."

"Newt…Where are you?" asked Tina hesitantly.

"I'm not sure, Tina. That was withheld from me."

"Who took you?" Albus spoke quietly.

Newt glanced his way. "Grindelwald. He wants something from me. He means to torture me. I'm not sure how long I can hold out, his ways are…different."

"Newt? How did you do this?" Lally questioned, her eyes in awe.

Newt smiled. "I'm a lot more powerful than you think, Lally. How do you think I am able to Apparate when I took no lessons?" Lally looked thoughtful.

Newt glanced at Queenie. Queenie gasped, her eyes wide. She nodded slowly. "What?" asked Jacob, looking a little worried. Newt then looked at Aberforth. "Aberforth, take care of Aurelius. Keep him safe. Grindelwald still looks for him."

"Bunty, could you take care of my creatures for me? Please…" Newt asked. A flicker of fear flashed across his face. "I'm running out of time. He will be able to break the shield in moment. You're in a memory. Dumbledore, look out for the Red Flare. When this happens, you'll know where I am. I know this sounds very confusing to most of you, but you'll understand in time."

Newt turned to Theseus. "Don't worry big brother. I'll be ok. Promise." He smiled.

"Wait!" Tina called, "Why'd you show us those memories?"

"I showed you how I came to be who I am now. Some of these memories are important. If I didn't go through that, I wouldn't be here." Answered Newt.

Suddenly, Jacob felt himself rise off the ground. He was thrown back into reality. They were back at Hogwarts, the Pensive in front of them. Jacob wasn't sure about the others, but he was very confused and very concerned.