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Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (23/25)

[(Anonymous)]

Getting Newt to England had quickly become Percival’s priority. He could tell that it was hard for him to be without his family, and he wanted to show the Minister of Magic and everyone else that Newt was bonded. That he was no longer available for Malfoy, or any other alpha who thought that they knew what life he needed. A primal part of his brain told him that Newt was his. Percival also wanted to see Theseus. They had last spoken when this had been arranged, and since then Theseus had stopped answering his letters.

Percival could understand that. Percival was worried that he might have lost his closest friend because of saving Newt, but he couldn’t regret that. Newt was his bonded omega. But beyond that, Newt was Newt. Newt was a sweet young omega, yes. But he was clever, and funny, and cared about his creatures. As Percival spent more time with him, he was getting the hang of how Newt thought. Newt was the most remarkable person he had ever met, and he was finding that he was falling for him. Not just because he was an omega, but because of a million other things.

Their honeymoon had been one of the best times in Percival’s life. The two of them travelled across America, finding different creatures. Newt made notes and Percival read from his collection of books, and once when he had done well, Newt had kissed his cheek. Every night, the two of them slept in separate beds. Newt wouldn’t have heats, wasn’t interested in children. He didn’t want to knot, didn’t want to fuck, didn’t even want to sleep beside him. He was an unconventional omega, but he was Percival’s. Percival wouldn’t have changed him in any way, even if he could.

After two wonderful weeks, Percival had to return to work. Newt was editing the huge pile of notes he had into a book, and would sit in the corner of Percival’s office, Niff on his lap, Pickett on his shoulder. Soon enough, Goldstein would appear and drag Newt off for a little while, and he would return with a smile on his face, carrying a pastry of one kind or another, and one for Percival.
“How is it going?” Percival asked, glancing towards Newt’s pages when he returned from a meeting with the President.
“Good…” Newt said, his voice trailing off a little.

“I’m guessing you’ve got some other places to visit?” Percival asked.
“A few.”
“Well, we can work out a travel itinerary together. But first of all, Madam President wants me to head over to England. Check that the relationship between MACUSA and the Ministry has survived the Grindelwald debacle.”

Newt was still paying attention to his notes. Percival sighed.
“And I’m going to be staying with a friend of mine’s while I’m there. Perhaps you know him?” Percival smiled fondly. “Theseus Scamander?”

“I think I’ve heard of him.” Newt agreed, and then Niff took a dive for Percival’s pen. Newt chased after it, sending an avalanche of papers up into the air.

***

Newt hadn’t been home for a couple of years. Too long, if the way his parents greeted him was anything to go by. His mother cuddled him close, ruffling his hair.
"You've got so tall..." She murmured. "And your book, Theseus has been telling me all about it, you really should write more dear..."
Newt leaned against her shoulder and was greeted to the sight of Graves awkwardly shaking his father's hand, the two of them clearly sizing each other up.
"They're worse than the hippogriffs." His mother said with some despair, taking Newt's hand and leading him to check on the herd.

That night, Newt slept in the case, with Graves in his childhood bed. Newt was surprised to find that he almost missed Percival being close. The next morning, they would be heading into London, with a meeting in the Ministry first thing. Theseus would meet them there.

Newt checked on all his creatures, and laid down to sleep in the nest that he had come to think of as his own.

***

In the morning, he woke and found his mother had cooked breakfast for the two of them. She fussed over Graves a little, smartening his shirt-collar and casting a quick spell on his shoes to ensure they were shining. Graves withstood it all, trying not to squirm. They ate, and used the floo network to head to the Ministry.

Newt had never liked the Ministry. It was underground and claustrophobic, filled with far more people than seemed strictly necessary. He did, however, like the auror dressed in formal robes who strode towards him and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Hey." Theseus grinned. "You okay? Percy been treating you right?" There was a concern in his eyes that Newt hadn't seen before, and as he was hugged Theseus whispered against his ear. "If you need me to get you out I can."
"It's good." Newt reassured him. "I'm good."

The first day, Newt had been able to work in Theseus's office while whatever meetings needed to happen went on around him. He paid the politics of it no mind. What mattered was that he was here with his brother and with Graves. Graves who insisted Newt call him Percival. Graves who was kind and funny, and interested in what Newt had to say. That evening he had dinner with the two of them, and he was relieved to see that Theseus seemed to be relaxing. He was still overprotective, but no longer on the verge of panic.

Newt managed to avoid any of the meetings himself until the fourth and final day. Percival walked with him into Minister Fawley's office, to see two chairs waiting for Percival and his brother, and a cushion beside Percival's chair. Mentally cringing, he went to sit on it, only to halt at Percival's voice.
"I didn't realise the Ministry were so short on money that they couldn't afford another chair. I can stand."
"We'll get one." The minister snapped, and a wave of his wand transformed the cushion into an armchair which sat between the two others. Newt sat down shyly.

A few minutes into discussions, the door opened, and a gentleman around Percival's age walked in. His hair was so blond it was almost white, slicked back with pomade. He nodded at the Minister, paying Theseus and Percival no mind. His eyes settled on Newt, regarding him almost hungrily.
"Abraxas Malfoy." Minister Fawley introduced them. "This is Director Graves of MACUSA. The two Scamander brothers I believe you know."
"I do." Malfoy answered, his eyes still focused on Newt. "I was engaged to one of them, before the Americans decided to get involved." He paused and turned to Percival. "I hope your honeymoon was successful. The Fawley family have been waiting for more children. Is he carrying?"

Percival frowned, glancing at Newt. Newt shrugged a little, and Percival paused before he replied.
"We don't know yet."
"I do hope so. An omega like him should be-"
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell my omega what he should be." Percival cut in. The minister cleared his throat.
"Anyway. I asked you all here because of the Grindelwald incident. We believe some of his followers may still be at large."
"I hear he was using some idiot mudblood boy as a weapon." Malfoy spoke. "He turned them into an obscurial. It's clear that Durmstrang-"

Newt stood up, his eyes shining.
"The obscurus was formed to protect the boy. He's safe now and he’s learning. It's an argument for seeking out those with magical ability, not turning them away." He swallowed, startled when he realised he had spoken.

"Shush honey, the alphas are talking." Malfoy spoke coldly, his words dripping with condescension. Newt felt bitterness fill his mouth at those words, along with a sharp spike of terror at the thought he had so narrowly escaped. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Theseus holding Percival back from attacking.

When Newt spoke, his voice shook, and was quieter than he wanted. His gaze was to the floor.
"I can speak...I can speak for myself. My alpha, and my brother, understand that. If you can't, you are..." His voice trembled for a moment but he made himself continue. "You are the one missing out." He hurried back to Percival's side, and Percival and Theseus each put a hand on his shoulder. Their touch felt soothing, not trapping, and he was grateful for that.

***

"Bloody brilliant Newt." Theseus said with a bright smile once they went out of the office. "I don't think an omega's ever spoken back to Abraxas. He'll think twice before he bosses you around again."
"You did well." Percival agreed.
"I felt like I was going to faint." Newt admitted, and Theseus laughed. Percival leaned in to look in his eyes.
"You'll be okay. Come on, let's get you home. The portkey office is waiting for us."

Newt was surprised by how relieved he felt to be back in America. He rested against Percival's shoulder for a moment, still dizzy from the portkey. Percival's arm slipped around his shoulder, helping him to stand up straight.
"Newt?" Percival asked after a moment. "I know you don't like politics, but there's something I want to do. And I would appreciate your help."
"What?" Newt asked. If Graves wanted him to do something, he'd be allowed to just order Newt to do it. This hesitant questioning reminded him that Percival seemed to see him as a person.

"I... I hate how Malfoy treated you." Percival said, his voice shaking slightly from barely concealed anger. But Newt could tell that anger wasn't directed at him. "It's not right. That alphas can act like that, and omegas can't get out, and I want... I want to change things. I want to fix the laws in America at least. So that omegas get treated like human beings. It’s better than in England but it’s still not enough. I want to change that." There was a pause, and then he turned, gazing into Newt's eyes. "And I can't do that without your help. It's not... it's not my world. I'll try. But I'd be better with you."

Newt hesitated, then nodded.
"I don't want to be public-"
"You don't have to be." Percival insisted. "We'll do this how you are comfortable."
"Then yes." Newt reached out and squeezed Percival's hand. "I'll help you."