Prompt Post #2

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Fill: Who Pays The Piper (15/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Percival could scarcely believe he was going home. He had thought he had been forced from America forever. He would return as less than he once was. Henery was director now, working beside Seraphina. He would be a visitor in MACUSA, no longer striding to his own office but instead seeing the people he cared for most on borrowed time. Yet it was still a greater kindness than he had expected. He would be going home.

He wrote a quick note to Picquery.
Scamanders visiting America for work. I am to accompany them. I think I'll be able to see you, even if briefly. Hope you are doing well and that Henery is settling into his new job well. He's a clever man, he will aid you. He slipped the note into the box, and began to pack, jumping and hiding the box beneath him when there was a knock on the door.

Newt peered around, blinking almost owlishly.
"I wondered if you needed to put anything in my case." Newt explained. "I tend to use the muggle worthy setting to hold enough for a few days, but anything I might need for longer I store in my study." Percival thought of the ramshackle shed full of books. He wasn't sure he would have called it a study, but he nodded regardless.
"Thank you." He murmured politely. Newt nodded.
"It's alright. There's a lot of space, and the animals like you. It really is no hardship for you to come and visit." Newt insisted, his skin developing a mildly concerning pink hue.

Percival tried not to let himself think too much about what that might mean.
"Or you can have your own case." Newt said, as though just remembering the fact. He pushed Percival's door open a little further, revealing that in one hand he was holding a suitcase. Percival hid his smile as Newt placed the case down beside him.
"If you need anything at all, let me know."

He nodded, watching Newt retreat. It was strange. He knew how these things were meant to work. Newt and Theseus had power over if he lived or died, and were expected to act as such, to protect their status. They certainly weren't meant to be helping ensure that he was comfortable before he slept, or bringing him cases. Offering the chance to hide things from them.
"Thank you." He called out, remembering his manners just before Newt left the room completely.

Newt turned back, flashing him an utterly brilliant smile.
"It's not as big as mine, but there's...well, there's an office in there. You can always use that if you need a quick get away from everything here." Newt spoke with the voice of experience, his gaze lowered as he spoke. Percival smiled at him.
"That's very kind." He said honestly, and that praise seemed to help Newt to relax. Percival didn't speak again, and Newt left without a backwards glance.

He paused for a few moments, then turned to his case. It was black leather, with silver locks - and it was far smarter than Newt's own battered box filled with creatures. He opened it on the muggleworthy setting, and carefully filled it up with the books and clothes he needed. He could only hope he wouldn't lose the case somehow.

It didn't seem that likely to him that Theseus or Newt would take it from him as punishment. Relaxing in a situation like his had the possibility of being dangerous, he knew that. But he still did feel a little calmer with them.

Having packed the muggleworthy side of the case, it was time for an exploration of what else it held. Climbing down the stairs was like stepping into another world. Some background part of Percival's brain suggested he investigate the possibility of spaces such as this case being fully utilised by aurors. He had dealt with investigations before where other people had transfigured themselves. Using something like this would enable them to investigate. It would be easy enough for things to get left behind. To leave a suitcase like this in the corner of an office, stuffed to the brim with aurors - it had the potential to completely transform MACUSA's work.

He would have to tell Henery.

There was a desk, and a comfortable looking chair, shelves - some empty, others full of books. There was a single bed in the corner, and there were clouds floating across the artificial sky. He looked around, blinking back tears. This was his sanctuary. A gift from the others, somewhere he would be safe, somewhere that the world couldn't get him.

Knowing that, he wandered around the room. In one of the corners it opened up to reveal what was a small version of the pantry, with a fire blazing in the grate and a leather arm chair. There was another room leading off that one, and another after that. Four rooms. Four sanctuaries. He could hide there, and he could be safe.

It shook him, to know he had been offered that. But he clambered back up, and used his wand to float a few books into the case. He picked up the suitcase, and walked into the parlor.

"Hello." He said softly. Theseus looked up and smiled.
"You like it?"
He nodded.
"Thank you." He said softly. His voice shook a little, but he managed to hold his head up high. "This is... this is useful." Percival answered, and Theseus nodded.

"We both were working on it for you. It was Newt’s idea. You deserve something... well, we do quite a lot of travelling. It's good to have somewhere to go. And Newt's place is chaos."
"My case is fine." Newt protested, but he smiled. Percival nodded, and then Newt paused.
"Do you mind if I travel in my case?" He glanced at his brother and then at Percival.
"Of course not." Theseus said quickly. "Newt and the creatures sometimes get a little nervous. You could travel with him if you want?"

"Percival considered, and then shook his head.
"I'll stay out. Keep the case safe."
Newt flashed a smile and then climbed into the case. Percival picked up the case and glanced at Theseus.
"Ministry has a Portkey arranged."
"Thank you."
He walked beside Theseus into the Ministry. The usual chaos was going on, people scurrying around - it didn't feel like MACUSA though. Too formal, too British, too different. He carried the case containing Newt and his creatures.

They made their way to the Portkey Office. Theseus squeezed his hand, and Percival smiled.
"I've got to see President Picquery when we get there. You go and do whatever you need to. We'll be in some of the rooms MACUSA sets aside for foreign aurors." He shrugged a little and smiled. "So maybe meet up there for dinner? If you need to eat elsewhere, that's fine. Just... try and be back by the morning?"

"You sure about this?" Percival asked. "You know I could just run and never look back."
"I know." Theseus answered. "And if that's what you do, I'll know you did it because it was what is right for you. But I hope we might have a chance, and if we do, I think that you'll be there." He signaled for Percival to put Newt's case down. Newt clambered out and gripped the portkey rather firmly with his left hand, leaning his head on Theseus's shoulder.

With his right hand, he reached out and squeezed Percival's hand. Percival smiled and gripped the portkey, and the world twisted around them. As the air cleared, the three of them were standing in MACUSA's central hall. Percival ducked his head slightly. Theseus reached out and squeezed his shoulder, guiding his head up so that he looked at him.
"You don't have to hide who you are here." Theseus said softly, pointing over to where Henery was striding across the foyer. "Go and talk to him. He looks pleased to see you."

"Thanks." Percival whispered, and walked towards him. Henery greeted him as an old friend, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and squeezing gently.
"It's good to see you." He said softly. "Hasn't been the same without you sir." He walked with Percival to the aurors' office, and Percival felt himself stand taller with every step. He was proud to see the aurors, and relieved to know they were alright.
"I'm going to be here for a few days. Theseus has work here." He explained.

"Is that your wand?" Starling asked, reaching out and touching it. Percival nodded, holding it out for them to all see.
"They returned it to me. They're treating me well." Percival answered, his voice falling into the old lines he used to pedal when questioned about Jauncey. Only it was the truth now. His team were worried about him, but he realised that they didn't need to worry. He wasn't afraid.

That realisation was shocking, but he couldn't linger on that.
"So, what have you been doing? Anything you need me to help with?"

Starling hollered in joy and Henery nodded.
"Damn good to have you back sir."

***

The jubilation of being reunited with his aurors faded to the kind of intense focus this place had always been filled with. By the time he was heading off, he felt like he could be useful. Henery grabbed his elbow.
"Sir?"
"Yes?" He asked, giving up on correcting him.

"It'd be good if we can work together. Maybe we can pass files when you go back?"
"I'd like that." Percival answered, walking out of the auror's office.

He made it three steps before a wave of magic sent him slamming into the nearest wall. He twisted to find Secretary Piers, Chief Financial Officer for MACUSA, glaring up at him. He pushed the magic off of himself with a wave of his hand, and with a flick of his wrist sent Piers's wand flying away.

Piers tried to grab the wand, but he was old and his magic was no match to Percival's own. Piers had always been weaker than Percival, even when Percival had been eighteen years old and introduced to all of Jauncey's friends. His power hadn't mattered then. But he was stronger now. He walked away.
"I can't believe they let you back in to the country after what you did for Grindelwald. I knew you'd always spread your legs for anyone you wanted, but this is... this is spectacular. You betrayed everything MACUSA stands for."

"No." Percival said softly, keeping walking. He turned the corner, and found Seraphina and Theseus walking side by side. Theseus's eyes were damp, but seeing Percival he froze.
"What happened?"
"Nothing." Percival said softly.

"I was telling the traitor here that he wasn't welcome here." Piers answered. "We don't want Grindelwald's whore."
"Secretary Piers, hold your tongue." Picquery spat, as Theseus turned on him.
"You do not speak to my husband that way." He snarled. "Picquery, after what we spoke of - I want to talk to this man in the morning, with you present."
"I shall escort him to the cells myself." She answered, forcing Piers away. Theseus walked over to Percival, and wrapped his arms around him.

Percival's shoulders shook.
"Let's go to our room. Then we can... we can talk."