Chapter 11 Newt Scamander's Secrets
Newt Scamander was a fool for animals. He loved and would die for each and every creature he came across. He just couldn't help it. It was just in his nature.
That was of course, until Albus Dumbledore sent him on a mission to recover an obscurial that had gone rogue. Newt had packed up his suitcase and left Brittain immediately, with no thoughts as to how Dumbledore had played him. He didn't even realize the obscurial was Aberforth Dumbledore's own son until the whole thing was over. When he returned to Brittain however, needing a rest before Dumbledore decided to send him off again, he took a turn into Nocturn Alley.
"You look like you could use some help," said a green skinned, greasy black haired banshee. "Someone's been playing with your mind."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Newt snapped, though not as harshly as he wanted to, for he'd like to study this banshee more closely.
"A tear for the weary," said the banshee. "Put it in your cup of tea and let it dissolve. Drink the tea immediately afterward."
"How much?" Newt asked, looking at the tear which was the size of a sugar cube.
"On the house, you poor soul," said the banshee. "Come to me if you need more. Two sickles a tear after the first one. If you forget, I will come find you. My name is Miralene."
"I am Newt Scamander," he said in a baffled voice.
With Miralene's help, Newt was able to keep a clear head, and remember all the atrocities he had to commit while under Dumbledore's thumb. He cried into his pillow for not saving Nagini. He could have given her a better life. As for Credence Barebone, he was not a Dumbledore at all, just a means to an end for Grindelwald, because he could summon a phoenix and because his childhood was rough. He was oppressed, so both Dumbledore and Grindelwald could pray on him. The obscurous that he summoned was nothing but a clever trick that Grindelwald created to get rid of his enemies and make Credence feel that he was broken.
Now that Newt was older and married, he still ordered the mind clearing banshee tears, for though he loved his wife, he trusted no one, no human. He might trust Harry though, he reflected as he got into bed after his evening cup of tea. Harry was being looked after by the most odd assortment of creatures there ever was. Newt had never seen so many fairies in one house before. He had also never seen Miralene looking so clean, though that must be for Harry's benefit.
"Hold on a minute," Newt thought, "There is one human I trust, and did manage to keep alive despite everything."
He waited for his wife to fall asleep, then climbed out of bed and out the window. He then whistled a three note whistle he'd worked out decades ago. A red and gold bird soared out of the sky and gripped his shoulder with its talons. In a minute, Newt was gone.
He landed in a small home, in the center of its living room. The phoenix trilled and a pair of footstepsshuffled toward the room. The man in his night clothes appeared to be around fifty, though would look younger if he hadn't been so abused. Wizards lived to a very old age, so didn't always appear to be their age. Newt hugged the man warmly, then explained about the little boy, even showing his memory in a pensive.
"So what do you want me to do Newt?" asked Credence.
A/N Hello beautiful souls. Yes I know cliff hanger endings suck, but I haven't figured out where Credence could come in. Should he visit as a grandfather figure? Should he send his phoenix to teach Hedwig? I'm up for ideas. Also I'm up for ideas on how the scene with Dumbledore and Miralene could play out. I'm aiming for that to be the next chapter. Please read and review. Rosebloom.