fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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Credence headed back to his room, thinking over what it was that he had overheard. You'll be an obscurial soon enough, just like your son... you're lucky I found him - If I hadn't, who knows what he could have ended up doing. Director, you were in charge of handling rogue magic weren't you... aren't you glad I saved the boy rather than leave him to your mercy? that meant that the man with the kind face had a child. There must have been another child under Pa's care. It hurt Credence that they hadn't met each other yet, when he was trying so hard to be good. He thought through the rest of the conversation. Ma had taught him to remember things well, explained that only foolish lazy children forgot. He would never risk being lazy But I want to see that smoke start pouring off you, want to see what you are really capable of.

There was no way he could mistake the meaning of that sentence. Whatever he was, whatever wrong and unnatural monstrosity lurked within him, it looked within this man too. But this man had been good, had been kind until Pa used torture and pain to draw it out. Maybe that meant Credence could be good as well. He bit his lip, wishing that there was someone there to ask - Chastity perhaps, or any of the other children. But it was too late for that.

Pa was making the man on the floor scream in pain. Credence worried as to whether the same torture was going to await him - if he would be punished by Pa if he didn't learn to change soon. He was trying his best, putting all of his effort into getting stronger and doing what Pa wanted. But it didn't seem to be working. He couldn't make himself change.

The man in the basement, the man who needed his help, could. As silently as he was able, Credence crept back up stairs, sitting by the books that he had been given and watching the pictures. He never dreamed that magical images would move like this. It was hypnotising, and helped him to forget about what was happening.

He was staring at the pictures in genuine wonder when Pa returned, a few specks of blood visible on his face. Credence wasn't sure if the blood was Pa's or somebody else's. He tried to smile so that Pa didn't worry and so that he didn't get into any trouble. It wouldn't be good to make Pa worry. He suspected Pa could have the same temper as Ma, if he made too many mistakes.

"My boy?" Pa asked softly.
"Yes Pa?"
"Why did you follow me down to the basement?" Pa questioned. His voice was calm and cold, but there was a threat there that made Credence want to sob or ask for mercy. It was by force of will alone that he was able to prevent himself unfastening his belt.

"I was worried," Credence swallowed. "I don't... I don't know... I heard noises." He felt terrified, sickness bubbling inside of him. It was the sensation that he recognised from before - it was the dark smoke that his Pa had wanted him to produce.
"You need to stay out of there Credence. I do what I do in order to protect you. The men in there are bad men, do you understand me?"
"Yes Pa."
"Go to your room Credence. I'll bring your dinner to you."
"Thank you Pa," Credence headed back up, surprised to find that Button was already waiting for him on the bed. He wrapped his arms around the soft creature, stroking his fur.

"You know those men, don't you Button?" He mumbled. "I don't... I don't know if I can help them. Pa will be angry if I even try, but..." He buried his face into the beast's fur. "I need to try..."

Sneaking down from his room was a challenge. Pa had said he would bring up food. Credence couldn't risk leaving until after that.

A couple of hours later, Pa pushed open the door. He held out a small bowl of soup, which was only half full. He glared at Credence, and Credence wondered whether this meant he was Mister Graves again.
"Here. Don't go on adventures without permission in future, you hear me?"
"Yes Pa," Credence answered, taking the soup. He was fairly sure that this limited food was meant to be a punishment, but it was better than he had ever had with Ma.

Sneaking down from his bedroom could wait until Mister Graves had gone to bed.

***

Percival tensed as the door opened. Grindelwald stood there, still wearing Percival's face. Newt screamed out in his arms, his eyes turning white as black smoke started to cascade from his skin. Grindelwald held him back with a wave of his wand. Newt's smoke hit against it weakly, his lover whimpering faintly as he tried to maintain control.

"He's beautiful, isn't he Director? Not long now and he'll be broken... I wonder how he would react if I kill you."

Percival didn't let himself get angry, or to show any of the fear or terror that bubbled inside of him. Doing so would only upset Newt more. He just held what remained of Newt. Slowly Newt's body reformed, and Grindelwald left, but the smirk that was on his lips would haunt Percival for as long as he lived.

Newt whimpered desperately, leaning in to Percival's touch, needing the contact. Percival provided it, wrapping his arms around him.

When the door opened once more Percival nearly snarled, only to freeze when he saw that the boy, Credence, was standing there.
"You can come in," Percival told him, and Credence hurried into the room, scurrying down the stairs. He settled on the bottom step, watching them.
"I'm sorry he hurt you," Credence whispered.

"No," Newt said, forcing out the sound. He sounded shattered. "It isn't your fault. You did nothing wrong."
"He's a bad man," Percival agreed. "That isn't on you."

Credence hesitated, then slowly moved forwards until Percival could pull him close. The boy settled between Percival and Newt, seemingly hungry for the affection and gentleness they could provide.

Newt listened to what Credence had to say, but he looked too tired to say more, so Percival was the one to speak.
"I hear you've been taking good care of the niffler?"
"Button's my friend," Credence mumbled. "He helps me. I don't feel so afraid when he's there."

Percival nodded. He was tempted to tell the boy the truth, but had no idea how he would react. It could be too dangerous - the last thing he needed was two obscurials in the room with him.
"I'm glad he is looking after you," Percival answered, and Newt smiled a little, his eyes lighting up. Percival squeezed both of their shoulders, feeling a faint glow of pride.

Newt managed to regain a little strength as he told Credence about magical creatures. The young boy was particularly interested in dragons - their role in No-Maj culture making their existence intriguing. Percival held them both close, and tried not to let his thoughts drift to how this could have been a normal day with his family. Every one of them deserved better than that.

***

Grindelwald checked the boy's room, unsurprised to find it had been vacated. It was a positive sign - he knew that Percival's death would affect Newt, but now it looked like it could distress Credence as well, giving him the two obscurials he craved. Newt might have been transforming into a weapon, but earlier had proved that it was weak and undirected - Newt posed no threat to anyone, least of all Grindelwald.

He would go down and check on the prisoners, and find Credence there. A quick dose of pain for the boy would be enough to force a transformation onto Newt. Hopefully he would kill Percival in that first burst of anger. That would make everything simpler. But if he didn't, it would be easy enough to misdirect a spell, and get rid of the problem. Let Newt blame himself.

He opened the door and saw the three of them there, cuddled up, like they were a family. Each of them was playing the role he had planned for them to perfection. Newt paled at the sight of Grindelwald, his face receding into darkness. But Credence turned to Newt, talking softly. Grindelwald couldn't make out all of the words, but he could hear enough - Credence was telling Newt that it would be alright, that he was safe. It was all lies, but the lies seemed to be working.

"Credence, I told you to leave the prisoners alone."
Credence turned, and stood up from where he was sat. He walked forwards, shaking a little with terror that he was failing to control.
"I'm sorry Pa. I know you said I wasn't to go near them but..." He took a deep breath, as though fortifying himself, and Grindelwald's fingers twitched towards his wand. "I can't let you hurt them."

Prompt Post #2

The Heart Grows Fonder (14James/?)