Prompt Post #2

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  ROUND 2

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Fill: Broken and Kept (Part 7/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Credence spent a few hours tidying, and preparing dinner for the night to come. Soup this time, and roast beef and potatoes – he was in awe at the food that was filling his husband’s cupboards. He hadn’t seen Mister Graves add any more food to it since he had arrived, and yet the cupboards were still full. There was something wrong with Mister Graves, but not a way that he could make sense of. Not in a way that frightened him, even though it was unnatural.

He headed to the shelf of books that he had seen earlier, and stood studying what was written on each of the spines.
History of Magic, Monsters and Mysteries – A History of MACUSA’s Greatest Triumphs, Diary of J. Jackson, The Story of Salem
He carefully worked out each word in turn, then reached for one further along the row. He opened it to find a list of movements and words. The words weren’t in English. He closed the book after a moment, then paused as he saw the flowers on the front were moving, the plants waving slightly as though there was an invisible breeze.

His eyes were drawn towards another book A Mythical Menagerie. He pulled it down from the shelf, and opened it, staring in wonder at the leaf like creatures wandering across the page. They had been painted, and they moved carefully, like living trees. The next page showed a strange monkey which had long white fur. It was beautiful, and seemed to see him looking, tilting its head and raising one paw in greeting. This entire book was amazing, each animal moving and dancing across its page.

He took the book over to the armchair, sitting down beside the fire and starting to flick through it. He’d have a few hours before his husband got home. His chores were done, he could allow himself this.

***

Percival was trying to work out what he could possibly do with the other man, the one who apparently had married him. He was either a squib or a No-Maj, and Percival was aware that the easiest way of solving his problem would just be to obliviate him and let him go out into the world. But Credence didn’t have anywhere else to go.

The longer he stayed with Percival, the more he would find out about the Magical World, and the further he would move from the life he had known before. Every day he didn’t obliviate Credence, he was locking them both further into the marriage. He wanted time to heal from Grindelwald, but he couldn’t leave him. Not when Credence was so frightened. Percival knew that despite his own feelings, he was what Credence needed, so he couldn’t just give up on him. He tried to form a plan.

First, he would have to get Credence to see a legilimens, ensure that there wasn’t something hiding within his mind. Then, once he knew for certain that Credence was on his side and not going to double cross him, he would have to find something he could trust him to do. Which would be difficult, given how this morning had gone. He didn’t trust anyone right now, but it was clear that with no purpose Credence was desperately trying to be a good husband. Percival had injured him that morning. He could have killed him.

He stared at the paperwork that was laying across his desk, needing organisation. He considered for a moment, then charmed one piece so that only its identification number and investigation name were visible. That at least would keep Credence busy for a day or two, give him time to work out what he could do.

He left his office, and headed to check on his aurors. After yesterday’s difficulties he hadn’t wanted to see them, but he was still their leader. He quickly checked on progress on some of the ongoing investigations, then went to see Goldstein. She could be of use, and anyway the day before she had looked unhappy.

She was still staring at her desk, her paperwork scampering about in front of her.
“Goldstein?”
“Hello Director.” She greeted him.
“Something wrong?”
“One of the squib boys I’d been investigating has gone missing… I’m worried about him. His mother…” She shrugged. “I know you said not to get invested in them, that I should just keep an eye out for any residual magic, but… it’s hard. Especially when they’re hurting. Some of them find No-Maj families, but when they don’t… life is hard on them.”

Percival frowned for a moment, then sighed. Grindelwald was in the office. He would have seen the files that were kept on the squib children.
“The boy who has gone missing, is his name Credence Gr-“ He paused, catching himself before he said his surname.

“He… he is. Do you know where he is?”
Percival fought back a hysterical laugh at that comment, and nodded.
“I can assure you of his safety Auror Goldstein.” He set out what had happened, skipping over the details of that morning. “I wondered if perhaps your sister would be willing to talk to him.” Percival spoke carefully, knowing that Goldstein was protective of her younger sister. Her abilities were not common knowledge among MACUSA personnel, but she had occasionally allowed Percival to use her skills for emergency interrogations, when lives were on the line.

Goldstein hesitated.
“I’ll speak to her.”
“Thank you. If she agrees, can you come to mine for dinner tonight? I’d rather he didn’t come in to MACUSA. He doesn’t know about this world.”
“We’ll come.” Goldstein said softly, and Percival nodded.

“Thank you.” He went back to his office, grabbing the paperwork pile and then heading out so that he could apparate home. He didn’t want to surprise Credence with this.

***

Credence looked up from his seat by the fire as his husband appeared, the door still locked closed. He blushed, hiding the book behind him, but Mister Graves smiled at him. It was a kind smile, a smile he had been waiting for since he arrived.
“Good book?” His husband asked, and Credence shrugged slightly.

“It’s beautiful…” Credence whispered, opening it to show his husband the different creatures that were scampering through the pages. “These animals… they’re amazing…” He paused and put the book to one side. “I’m sorry sir. I shouldn’t have looked…” He bowed his head. “I won’t do it again.”

His husband reached out, and rested a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s alright Credence. You’re allowed to look at my books. This is…” His husband paused, seeming to struggle with the words. “This is our house. You can look. And I think you … you know, don’t you?”

Credence hesitated, then nodded.
“The fire didn’t go out. The pictures move, and this morning…” He stared at him. “These books are true, aren’t they?”
“Most of them.” His husband agreed, and Credence looked at him in wide eyed fascination. He wasn’t sure what to do with this information, but the fact his husband had trusted him, had shown him, filled him with wonder.

His husband turned away after a moment.
“I have a couple of friends coming to dinner. They can talk to you, and then… if you are healthy, I’ll see what you can do to be useful.”

Credence nodded, standing to place the book back on the shelf, fingers lingering on its spine for a moment before he headed to the kitchen to prepare three meals.