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Fill: The Possibility of Hope (7/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Finding out the truth from Newt was in many ways the easy bit. Now, he knew what had happened, but that left Percival with no idea of how to actually solve the problem.

He believed what Newt had told him. But he wasn't an auror any more. He no longer officially had the support of MACUSA. They would help him if he asked, but he didn't want to put any of his friends in danger.

Newt headed to his own bed that night. Percival floated in a glass of water, and Newt had smiled at him a little shyly, Pickett waving from the top of the bedpost.
"Can you tell me any more about the British aurors?" Percival asked softly, watching Newt's response. If Newt refused, he would try and work around it.

Newt was silent for a few moments, then nodded, snatching the cup provided for him from the air.
"What do you know about the British wizarding community?" Newt began.
"Lots of focus on blood status," Percival answered quickly. "Family is seen as important, but it's been longer since the witch hunts for the Ministry. You never had a Salem the way we did. You are more tolerant of No-Majs. And you share the view of empire of the No-Majs that you live among."

Newt hesitated, then nodded. "We are more integrated, we do better with muggles as you say, we allow intermarriage..." He sighed. "But yes, blood status matters a lot. And certain wizards and witches think that it makes them more special..." He shook his head. "One of the few things Grindelwald and I agreed on was... that magic is magic." Newt shrugged a little. "Who your parents are shouldn't matter."

"What were you telling me about the British aurors?" Percival prompted gently.
"Most of them buy into the blood status stuff," Newt explained. "They're willing to allow those from the Sacred Twenty Eight - the purest of the purebloods, get away with literal murder. And my brother doesn't agree. He says the law's the law."

Newt looked down for a minute and shook his head.
"He's quick enough to forget that rule when it's me that's involved mind you." He shuffled over on the bed, making space for Percival. "You can sit down if you'd like."
"Thank you," Percival whispered, sitting down beside him, his prosthetic leg stuck straight out ahead of him.

"So what do we do now?" he asked Newt. "Now that we know each other's stories."
"You'll let me stay?" Newt asked softly. "Given that I have been working with a dark wizard?"
"You have nowhere else to go," Percival said softly. "If the ministry is hunting you, then I can promise you that there is nowhere you are safer than here. But I will need to confirm your story."

"Didn't your mindreader already do that?"
"I was thinking of someone a little more reliable," Percival answered. "Someone who knows you."
"Are you thinking of...." He paused and shook his head. "Are you thinking of someone from the Ministry?" Fear passed across Newt's face.

"In a way," Percival answered, keeping his voice gentle to keep Newt calm. "I have an old friend from the war. I would like to see what his view is on this is."
"Who?" Newt asked.
"Theseus Scamander," Percival had been unsure how Newt would react, but he smiled as though he was being offered a great treasure.
"Thank you," Newt whispered.

"I can't take you with me," Percival said firmly. "I'll need you to stay here, in this house where I know you are safe, while I go to England. I can't promise you'll be safe in the ministry."
"Alright." Newt said softly. "Just... tell him that I miss him."

Percival nodded.
"I won't be going until the morning," Percival told him. "We can eat breakfast together if you would like."
"I would like that,” Newt answered, his voice soft. His hand squeezed Percival's for a moment, and then Percival climbed to his feet, walking back to his own room.

He slept that night in his own bed, and in the morning he woke up to the scent of food cooking. The two of them ate side by side.
"I should be back by tonight,” Percival told him. "Look after Pickett."
Newt stood in the doorway, smiling a little as Percival apparated into MACUSA.

***

Walking to Seraphina's office seemed easier now. After his injuries, he had been unsure of if he still had a place in MACUSA, but Newt had given him the purpose that he needed.

The President didn't seem surprised to see him. She smiled up at him.
"How is your problem going?"
"I need to travel to England," Percival answered. "Because my problem needs someone from there."
She sighed and shook her head.
"You're really quite fond of this problem, aren't you?"
"Perhaps," Percival admitted. Seraphina wasn't a mindreader, but sometimes she acted like she was one. "But I can handle it."
"That's what you said before your duel,” Seraphina reminded him.
"And I came back alive."

"Take a portkey. Try not to cause an international incident. And be careful,” she instructed, writing out a note for him to take with him.. He nodded up at her, and headed to the portkey office.

***

Despite many years of close collaboration with the British, Percival had rarely visited the Ministry of Magic. He recognized a number of the aurors that bustled through the halls, but he didn't know many names. He headed up to the auoror office, and smiled.
"Is Theseus Scamander here?"
One of the nearer aurors looked up at him.
"Who is asking?"
"Percival Graves. I consult for MACUSA on the Grindelwald case, and I hear that he's the expert. MACUSA has a note-" he held out the piece of paper. The auror stared at the note for a few seconds, and then nodded.
"He's in the office." He pointed along the hallway.

Percival headed there, unsure of what he would see. He had heard that Theseus was wounded. He pushed open the door, and found his old friend slumped at his chair, his head down dejectedly.
"Hello Scamander, I haven't seen you for a long time." Theseus lifted his head and smiled.
"Percival!" He held out his hand, looking confident. "It's been too long."
Percival shook Theseus's hand, seeing the thin lines of curse-scars that crossed his friend's arm and face.

"You look like shit."
"Says the man who lost a leg,” Theseus answered. "I've been fighting for a long time. It catches up with you eventually, both of us know that."
"We do," Percival agreed. "I've been listening to the chatter about this Grindelwald case. MACUSA can't spare any of their full time aurors to investigate, but a cripple like me, well, that one they can spare."

Theseus nodded.
"And you heard about my connection to it?"
"I heard you are the Ministry's expert. And I would like it if you can come with me for a little while."
"Not sure they can spare me." Theseus answered.

Percival arched an eyebrow. "MACUSA needs you more than the ministry does, for now at least. Perhaps we can get an American auror to take your place. Americans make the better aurors, we both know that."
Theseus laughed a little at that.
"Not what I remember from the war."
"You were drunk for most of the war," Percival answered. "Take a portkey with me. I can have you back by nightfall." He gazed into Theseus's eyes, and after a moment Theseus nodded.

"I'll come with you," he agreed, and Percival walked with him to the portkey office. The two of them held onto the key, and they arrived in the MACUSA office.
"Now, are you planning to tell me what this is really about?"
"Your brother," Percival answered.

"Newt?" Theseus came to life in a moment. "Is he okay? Please tell me he isn't in MACUSA's cells... don't send him back."
"He's safe," Percival answered. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"
"Not much to tell," Theseus murmured.

"I hear he was working for Gellert Grindelwald."
"As a stablehand really. Nothing more." Theseus said quickly.
"Then why is the Ministry hunting him?"
Theseus looked up into his eyes and muttered a single word.
"Politics."

"Come with me to my place. We might as well get you comfortable before we start to discuss the mission."
Theseus nodded, and they walked home together, talking about the war and other old things, memories shared and cases worked.

Percival pushed the front door open, and he could smell cooking.
Theseus walked in beside him, and Percival closed the door, then cleared his throat.
"Newt?"
"Yes?" Newt called from the kitchen.
"We got enough food to stretch for three?"

"I think so. Is Miss Tina coming tonight?" Newt asked, walking to the doorway and then freezing. He and Theseus stood staring at each other for a few moments, before Newt ran forwards and wrapped his arms around Theseus. Percival looked away, knowing that this was a personal moment that he had no right to impose upon.

Theseus held him tightly, pressing a soft kiss to Newt's forehead.
"I wasn't sure you were still... How did you find Percival?"
"Luck." Newt answered with a gentle smile. "I'm a lucky man, always have been..."

Theseus kept his arms around Newt for a few more moments, pressing gentle kisses to his forehead before he released him.
"Pickett?"
"He's with me." Newt shivered. "Didn't think you'd still be ... didn't think you'd still want me after all the trouble I got you into."
"You're my baby brother Newt." Theseus shrugged. "You always will be. Even when you're an idiot." He sighed. "You got a wand?"

"Only the tracked one."
"We'll find another one for you," Theseus said firmly. Percival nodded.
"I know I need to keep moving," Newt said softly, dishing up the plates of food.

"We can't hide from the Ministry forever." Theseus sighed. "I hated losing you for so long. I'd missed you. It was ... our parents are worried sick about you. They think you've died, or worse..."
Newt nodded.
"I still can't go home. Not while the aurors are there. Not if they'll use me against Theseus."
"Then we tell people what they've done." Percival frowned. "You're an auror."
"It's a lot of them against one of me." Theseus explained, a frown lingering on his face.

Percival considered his options, but it was Newt who spoke.
"Then we prove it."