fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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Newt couldn't sleep in the cells. It reminded him too much of the war, of what had happened when he and his wampus first met. After being captured, he had found himself in a cell just like this. It was dark, and cold, and his memories overwhelmed him. He drew his knees up to his chest, rocking himself as he hummed under his breath. Pickett clambered out onto the top of his knees, gazing at him in concern. He chittered softly at Newt, and Newt tried to smile. He didn't want the bowtruckle to worry, not now and not ever. He'd already messed up so much.

Pickett bounced a little from one of his knees to the other, and Newt managed a smile, clapping his hands slightly to applaud the creature. It settled down on his knee to sleep, and Newt kept watch, glad he could see the bowtruckle. It helped him stay where he was.

He tensed as he heard footsteps making their way towards his cell, wondering who was coming for him. He looked around frantically for his wampus before the reality of what happened hit him. It was his wampus who had put him there.

Reluctantly he turned to face the person who was approaching.

***

"Someone came into the office today, looking for you." Grindelwald snarled down at Percival, who glared at him. It had been months since he had first captured his prisoner, and Percival's hair had become longer. He was bruised, and he twitched sometimes, his nerves damaged by the cruciatus curse. He had scars around his wrists and throat where he had struggled against the bindings. But he still fought, still tried to hold back information. Grindelwald couldn't understand why he kept trying to fight. It was clear no one had missed him.

"A pretty little red head." Grindelwald pressed on, and Percival looked at him blankly. "English. His name's Newton?"
His prisoner shrugged a little. He wasn't just trying to hold back information - Grindelwald could recognise the way he squared his jaw and glared at him when that was happening.

Percival didn't have any idea.
"He said he knew you from the war."
"Plenty of people in the war." Percival answered. "You don't mean...Theseus? He's many things, but I'd hardly say he was pretty..."
"Newton Scamander?"
"Theseus's brother." Percival said softly, half confirming it to himself. "I never met him. I can't tell you anything."

"He said that he was in trouble when you met. That you promised you'd help him with the child." Horror passed over Percival's face, followed by sickening understanding. There was that attempt at resistance, the gaze hardening, the jaw tensing. He planned to fight, even though they both knew that Grindelwald always won in the end. Percival would tell him everything he wanted to know.

But that look in his eyes, well, that said enough.
"It was your child, wasn't it?" Grindelwald asked, chuckling a little. "He must have been young in the war. Maybe even underage. Probably fell head over heels for any auror who gave him the time of day."
"You know nothing about it." Percival gritted out.

"I know that he must have not mattered that much to you if you left him. He said he thought the child died, but it's been adopted. He even told me which Hogwarts house it was in... but this child, I don't know if he was honest. Perhaps he was, or perhaps the child I'm searching for is your child... wouldn't that be an honour. For your child to become my weapon..."

Percival snarled, anger overwhelming him. The articulate and elegant director of magical security had given way to this broken prisoner.

"Your little dirty secret is sleeping in the cells tonight. In the morning I'll go and see him, and find out what he knows. Maybe we can have a little family reunion..." He ruffled Percival's hair, then walked away. Behind him he heard Percival cursing him and everything that he stood for. He ignored him, knowing that everything was falling into place.

***

Credence crouched down beside his bed, holding out a few scraps of bread. He dropped them on the floor. It wasn't all of his food, but it was a lot of it. He wanted to take care of the funny black-furred creature he cared so much about. He still wasn't sure quite what it was. It had little stubby legs and a waddling walk, with a tiny tail that wagged from side to side. It was sweet, and it listened to everything that Credence told it without getting angry at him.

He held out a nail that he had found on the ground today. It was shiny, and the little thing scrambled forwards, nuzzling the nail. A moment later, tiny paws tucked it away into its stomach, and it nuzzled Credence's hands hopefully.

"That's all I got." He whispered. The creature continued to nuzzle him. He let it until he heard Ma's footsteps on the stairs, at which point he shooed it back into its hiding place, standing to meet his mother.
"I can see the crumbs on the floor boy. You've been stealing food. Eating it when you have been bad, when you don't deserve food. You sinful child."

Credence cringed, but he didn't argue, his hands going to his belt buckle.

***

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Tina murmured, crouching down so that she could look into Newt's eyes. He was shaking, curled up small, and as he'd turned to face her there had been a look of sheer terror on his face.

"I used to see ghosts a lot." Newt answered. "I got on well with them in Hogwarts. They were mostly quite friendly. The grey lady showed me where there were a group of nifflers nes-" He stopped himself and shrugged a little. "I wasn't sure who you were."

"I'm sorry." Tina whispered. "I didn't expect him to do this. Here..." She handed him a hotdog she had bought for him. "I thought you might be hungry."
"I don't feel hungry." Newt answered, but he took the hotdog anyway.

"What happened?"
"He burned the case." Newt answered. "He burned the case, and he put me here."
"I'm sorry." Tina repeated. "It's not... not right. But creatures are illegal."
"He wasn't... he didn't know me." Newt murmured to himself. "Not really."
"Why would he?"
"We... we knew each other in the war." Newt answered, shivering a little. "He was never like that."

"Were you close?" She asked. Newt nodded after a moment.
"We were. He was never like that."
"I think he's been... he's been different." Tina answered, then paused. "We need to investigate it. Do you think you could talk to him? If we can get any kind of explanation, we can get this fixed."

"I'll try." Newt answered, meeting her gaze and clearly fighting to look brave.
"Thank you." She reached out and squeezed his hand. "I'll come back and see you tomorrow, okay?"
He nodded, and Tina walked away, glancing back over her shoulder.

Newt looked very frightened, and very small.

Prompt Post #2

The Heart Grows Fonder (6/?)