fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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Newt couldn't sleep. Not in the cell, not with memories of the war battling with his own confusion and terror. He tried to keep his breathing slow and calm. Tina had asked him to find an explanation, and he wanted to do that. He wanted to find out what was happening, so that he could find his son. So that he could work out why his wampus despised him so much.

In the morning, footsteps approached. His wampus strolled across in front of the cage, head held high, a faint smirk lingering on his lips.
"Hello Mister Scamander."
"Director Graves." Newt forced out the words, trying to pretend that none of this was real.
"I'm going to have to ask you to come with me." The director flicked a pair of cuffs into the cell, and they wrapped around Newt's wrists, securing him firmly. "I believe the information that I want will be easier to find outside of MACUSA's gaze. If it's as sensitive as you say."
"It's not." Newt argued. If his wampus took him from MACUSA, he would be able to do whatever he wanted to Newt. Newt was a realist. He loved his child and his wampus both, but he knew he would eventually snap under torture. The Director was capable of doing a lot, and that panicked him.

"That's for me to decide Mister Scamander." The Director paused for a moment, and then met his eyes. "Knowing you, there are a lot of questions you must want to ask. If you come with me, I'll give you a chance to find out what is really going on."

Newt smiled at that comment. That was the kind of opportunity he had been hoping for - a chance not just to please his friends, but to answer the questions that had haunted him since the war.
"So, will you accompany me?"

Newt knew that if he agreed there would be no way for Tina to track him, no way to find out what was happening within MACUSA. But it was his one chance for truth and he couldn't risk not seeing it. He nodded, stepping forwards. The director gripped him firmly as the room around them began to spin.

As it cleared, he found himself in what had to be his wampus's home. In some way that he couldn't explain, it was less showy than the man himself, more like his memories from the war. The Director led him along.
"I just thought that talking at home would be rather more civilised than within MACUSA." The director explained, and Newt nodded.

"Especially with a matter as delicate as our son." The Director smiled as he said it, but his eyes were glinting. This wasn't just a question - it was a threat.

"Our son is within Hogwarts, studying. He's a Gryffindor, he's excelling at duelling." Newt told him and smiled a little. He hoped that smile might make the lie more believable. But his wampus didn't look trusting. He marched him through the house, pausing at a battered wooden door which pulsed with magic.
"If I put you in here, I think you're going to tell me the truth. But it could end rather nastily - so it's your own choice - would you rather tell me now, or later?"
"I've already told you." Newt answered. "He's a Gryffindor."
"I don't think he is." The auror shook his head, and unlocked the door before pushing Newt inside. He stumbled down the stairs to the basement, the room spinning.

***

Credence curled up on the floor before his Ma's altar, his hands shaking slightly. They were raw with blood, and he had been left to pray for a little while before his Mother would yell some more. She was furious, convinced he had stolen food from her. He could hardly confess the truth - he was sure Ma would feel that the stealing of food was less of an issue than the keeping of some creature.

It waddled over, a shiny penny held in its mouth. It dropped the coin in front of him.
"Thank you." Credence mumbled. "But don't you want that?"

It picked up the coin again, walking to in front of Credence and dropping it once more. Credence looked at him curiously, then picked up the coin and tucked it into his shirt. It did a little happy squiggle. He reached out and patted it.
"I've been thinking. You need a name, what about Button?" It nuzzled his hand, and he patted it gently. Its fur was so soft that it made his hands hurt less. As he waited, he started to cry, blinking back tears of fear. He felt a little safer while Button was there beside him.

***

Newt stumbled down the stairs, his hands still bound in front of him. The room was dark, but Newt could tell there was someone else alive in there - injured. It smelled like the worst cages he had found creatures imprisoned within.
"Hello?"
"He... hello." A voice called back. Newt stayed on the stairs, not wanting to risk approaching while his eyes were adjusting to the darkness. "Are you alright?" Newt's fellow prisoner called out. Newt couldn't imagine his wampus locking someone up in his own house, imprisoning him.

"I'm... alright. I'll be okay. Are you okay?"
"Alive." The man answered. Newt could make out the shape of a man now. His hair was long, and chains were wrapped around his wrists. He looked like a broken man. Carefully, Newt made his way toward him. "Is there anything you need? I'm good at healing charms, if there's ... I can try."
"Thank you." The man answered, and Newt could see he was twitching now, his body spasming. It was a common sign of severe torture. The man had been hurt, and hurt badly.

The dark haired man looked up, and Newt got a clear view of his face, backing away in shock. His wampus shook his head, looking up at him.
"You know, we've got to stop meeting like this."

***

Tina headed down to MACUSA's cells, carrying another hotdog. Newt would need some breakfast. She smiled her way past the auror guards, and walked to the cell she had left him in the previous night.

The cell was empty.

Prompt Post #2

The Heart Grows Fonder (7/?)