Itaclics=other's thoughts
I wake up to Dad shaking my shoulder. "Melia, come on, Lia." He's using nicknames. Must have been trying for a while. "'m uuuuuuup." I whined, rolling away, promptly falling off the bed. "You wanna play with the Occamies?" He asked gently. That'll wake her up. He knows me too well. "Yep!" I lept up and ran over to the nest.
I heard them before I could see them. "All right, I'm coming... I'm coming. Mum's here-Mum's here." I reached into the nest and picked up the baby one. "Hello, you. Let me look at you." I cooed, holding it up. "I know these guys." An awed Jacob said. They're tiny. I smiled up at him. "New Occamy. She needs a name." I forgot that we hadn't named her after she was born. "Uh, Opal?" Jacob hesitantly suggested. I thought about that name carefully. "Huh, Opal. How bout it?" I asked the baby. She looked at me before slowly nodding. "Opal it is then." I agree.
I started playing with them until Dad called out for me. "Amelia! Time to hunt down the others!" I gently put Zoe the Occamy down and ran back to the hut thing with the ladder. Central park. Any idea? Dad asked me through thoughts. Bit of a habit with Dad. Asks me a question in his head, forgetting to talk sometimes. I shook my head slightly. Dad cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. "ALEATHIA!" Half a moment later, footsteps were heard coming from the general direction of the mooncalf pen. "Yeah, Newt?" Aleathia asked. "Eh... where's central park?" Dad mumbled.
Five minutes later found the four of us walking down an empty road, lined with shops. "I was watching you at dinner." Dad started, a bit awkwardly, a conversation. "Yeah." Jacob accepted, a bit weirded out. "People like you, don't they, Mr. Kowalski?" He asked. Jacob was obviously startled. "Oh- well, I'm-I'm sure people like you too-huh?" Bless him. Dad and I both have the same problem of feeling like we're annoying people by just being there. Dad's worse than I am, but I have the advantage of knowing what people actually think about me.
I didn't realise that I had zoned out until I heard the police sirens. "One down, two to go." I heard Dad say to Aleathia. A car pulled up in front of us and pointed guns at Dad and Jacob. Dad had managed to place himself infront of me and Aleathia, so that if they did shoot, we wouldn't get hurt. What on earth is that creature Police number 1, Danny, thought. Ah. He's seen Tommy. Wonderful. "Lion." A panicked Jacob pointed at the a beautiful golden Lion. "You know, New York is considerably more interesting than we'd expected." Dad said, grabbing my shoulder while Aleathia grabbed Jacob. They disapparated the lot of us away before the police looked back at us.
We hurried through a frost covered park. We're just about to cross the bridge when an ostrich tears past us, running for it's life. A loud rumble could be heard in the distance. Dad turned to me. "Amelia, get in the case." I looked up defiantly. "I don't want to." I said firmly. "Amelia, don't argue. This could be dangerous. I can't worry about whether you're safe while trying to get Sandy back into the case. Please!" I can't lose you. I quickly hugged Dad before climbing into the case. "You've grown up." I vaguely heard Aleathia say to Dad.
About five minutes later, I heard three sets of footsteps come into the case. "Dad, be honest. Did you need to use the mating dance?" I asked seriously, hoping he did, just for the blackmail. "You bet, kiddo." Aleathia laughed, messing my hair up. I turned it pink, just for the fun of it.
Suddenly, the case jolted. "What? That-Tina." I said, realising that the ex-auror had found the case. What was that? I quickly grabbed Aleathia's arm. "NO! Tina's currently holding the case. If you go up that ladder, there's every chance that you'll fall out. Don't go." I said firmly, dragging her away to help me feed the Murtlaps.
Ten minutes later, I heard knocking coming from the top of the ladder. I insisted on going up first. I pushed the lid up and poked my head through the hole. I looked around at the poeple gathered around. Fortunately, they all had at least some form of mind barrier. I stiffled a groan when I caught sight of the British minister for magic. "Scamanders?" He asked. "Theseus Scamander? As in, the war hero?" A man, Momolu Wotorson asked. "No, those are his little brother and his niece. And what in the name of Merlin are you doing in New York?" The minister demanded. "We came to buy an Appaloosa Puffskin, sir." I said, annoyed at everyone who immediately thought of my arrogant uncle. The minister gave me a small smile, knowing my annoyance with uncle Theseus. I know pretty much everyone at the ministry, having been babysat by pretty much everyone there at one point or another over the last 11 years, the last one having been spent travelling. "Ouch!" I cried as I fell, flat on my face when a spell hit us. "No-no-don't hurt those creatures-please, you don't understand-nothing in there is dangerous, nothing!" Dad was pleading. "If you hurt any of our creatures, I promise you. I will end you. President or not." I threatened, glaring at the persident, hair and eyes going as red as possible, showing my fury. "We'll be the judges of that. Take them to the holding cells" she said, disregarding my threat. "You're an American! You see a kneazle and you rule out as dangerous! Anything in there in your prejudice veiw is dangerous!" I screamed, sounding stupid and childish, but hoping that they got the message.
Five minutes and a rough trip down to the cells later, found the five of us, they had also arrested Tina and Aleathia, down in an awkward silence. I was curled up in a ball while leaning into Dad, who had his arm around me. I could feel the tear tracks on my cheeks, but was far too tired and angry to care. "I'm so sorry about ypur creatures, Scamanders. I truly am." Tina said, genuinely feeling apologetic. "Me too." I said. "Can someone please tell me what this Obscurial-Obsurius thing is? Please?" Jacob asked softly. It sounds bad. Tina looked sad. "There hasn't been one for centuries." She began. "We met one in Sudan six months ago. There used to be more of them, but they still exist." Dad interrupted her. Can you take over? I can't do this. Dad begged. "Before wizards went underground, while we were still being hunted by muggles, young witches and wizards would sometimes try to surppress their magic to avoid persecution. Instead, of learning to use it properly, they developed a parasitic force called an Obsurus. It bursts out at random times and-and attacks...and then vanishes. It...it's unstable, uncontrollable." I said, taking over the lesson. "They can't survive long, can they?" Tina asked. "There hasn't been a documented case of one surviving past the age of ten." Aleathia said sadly. Those poor children. Aleathia was nearly crying. I think we all were. "The one we met in Sudan was eight when she...when she died." Dad said, both of us remebering the sweet, kind girl who wanted nothing more than to be a normal eight year old. "Are you saying Senator Shaw was killed by a kid?" Jacob asked. Wow. "It probably wasn't their fault." I said, giving off the message that the conversation was over.
Seven minutes later, two people in white coats came to get us. "Get up! On your feet." The taller one yelled at me, roughly grabbing my arm when I tried to get up too fast and tripped on my feet again. "Ouch!" I said as my arm twisted a bit. "Let go of her." Aleathia snapped, gently taking me away from them. "Thanks. That hurt." I said, glaring at the people who came to take us to our hearing. When we were part way down the hall, Dad looked back over his shoulder and called back to our muggle friend. "It was good to make your acquaintance, Jacob." "I hope you get your bakery." Aleathia yelled, still holding my hand protectively. "Good luck." I said, wishing that this was all over.
We were lead into a small, black, windowless room where there was an interrogation desk with Mr. Graves sat behind it. There were two chairs infront of it. Dad and I were both forced into the chairs. I couldn't help but wish that the executioners and Graves didn't have Occlumency sheilds. I usually hate that gift, but now that it can't help me, I feel as though a part of me's gone. "Why would we do it deliberately?" Dad said. "To expose wizardkind. To provoke war between the magical and non-magical worlds." Percival Graves is becoming an even bigger idiot in my eyes than he already was. "Mass slaughter for the greater good, you mean?" Dad asked sarcastically. Graves nodded, so set in his beliefs that we were guilty that he wouldn't listen to reason, even if it was dancing infront of him yelling at the top of its voice that we were innocent. I didn't want to listen to that prejudice jerk anymore, so I began messing around with my hair colour and length.
"'Useless?' 'Useless?'" Dad demanded, fury pouring out of his mouth, was the next thing I heard. "That's a parasitical magical force that killed a child. What on earth would you want to use it for?" Dad demanded. I quickly blocked the conversation. Honestly, if I continued to listen to Graves, then I might just be sick. How dare he want to use it?! He's disgusting! Aleathia was screaming in her head. Why do they even have one? Tina wondered.
I felt a wand poke into my neck. No. No, why? What did Ally and Tina do to him? Dad was asking himself. It then hit me that we had been sentenced to death. I closed my eyes, feeling my hair change to black. I wasn't even a teenager and I was about to die. I don't even know who my real family was. Dad promised to tell me when we released Frank. Now...now I will never know who I would have been. "Just do it immediately. I will inform President Picquery myself." Mr. Graves said, his voice thick with fake emotion. I turned my hair green with blue spots. I couldn't decide on ome colour. Dad turned to the three of us. "Ally, Tina, Amy..." He began. I am so sorry. For some reason, Aleathia blushed when he called her that. Graves placed a patronizing finger on his lips. "Shh. Please." He said, waving a hand to dismiss the executioners and us.
An: If I owned this, then this would be what happened in the film, right? Anyways, Crimes of Grindelwald comes out on Friday! I, for one, can't wait. BTW, can someone please give me ideas for how to explain how Amelia was thrown into the futur? I literally can't think of one. And I really want to explain it soon. I just don't know how to explain it in a reasonable way that'll make sense. Thanks!