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FUCK IT WE'LL FIGURE OUT SPECIFICS LATER

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FILL: Fantastic Babies and How to Sit Them (4/6)

[(Anonymous)]

The next baby that came along for Dougal to help with was a baby human. Newt had come back to America to meet the baby, and was staying with the three people who had helped to rescue the occamy - Newt had told him they would be staying for a couple of weeks. Dougal was happy about this, because he knew that the people here would help Newt to remember to eat. The occamy were much stronger and bigger now, and Newt's diet had much improved, so Dougal was eager to find someone else to care for.

The human baby was snuffling in its sleep. Dougal noticed it looked quite like a baby dysguise (the name demiguises used for their children, given their ability to become semi-transparent), although it wasn't quite the same - it lacked the fur, and while dysguises could cling onto their father's fur as soon as they were born, the human baby tended to just lay there.

Its mother, the pretty lady with the pink fur, was sat by the baby's cradle as the child's father worked in the kitchen, making more tasty cakes. Dougal was very honored to find that he had made a cake that looked like him. Nick had been confused by the niffler cake, nipping at it and attempting to make friends, before settling for stealing the chocolate coins that had been given to the pastry, left over from Hanukkah Gelt.

Dougal was careful to be visible as he approached the lady, tilting his head and looking at the baby human. He knew that the mother could read minds, and in doing so could almost predict the future. He concentrated very hard on the image of rocking the baby's cradle, and cuddling it if it was sad.
"Are you sure?" The woman said after a moment. "Do you want to help look after Isaac?"

Dougal nodded quickly, glad she could tell what he was thinking.
"That would be really kind of you." She smiled. "But not right now okay, he needs his sleep..."
Dougal nodded again, not wanting to impose. He patted her knee and smiled, and then went down to the kitchen to find Newt, turning invisible as he went.

"Isaac?" Newt was talking to the father, a funny smile on his face - as though he wanted to cry. "You called the baby Isaac?"
"It's a family name." The father explained. "Plus we talked about calling it Newt or Newton, but Queenie was adamant you don't like your name-"
"It's a terrible name for a child." Newt agreed, and Dougal climbed up his leg, cuddling to his back as though he were a rucksack. "But-"
"But we wanted to name the baby after you. And Queenie knows you like science, so-"

"Thank you." Newt replied, picking an apple from the table and holding it up to Dougal. "Hey there Dougal. I thought you wanted to meet Isaac?"

Dougal trilled his agreement, happily munching the apple as Newt stroked gentle fingers through his hair.
"The demiguise wants to play with my kid?" The father asked, and Dougal was proud to see that he was protective of his baby. That showed he would be a good father.

"He does. He has a very strong paternal instinct. He acts as babysitter for a lot of my creatures. He raised Nick and the occamy, and I think..." Newt frowned a little. "I think he has been trying to look after me."

There was a sound of the baby crying from the other room, and Dougal scampered over to him and turning visible, smiling to find Queenie already cuddling the baby.
"Hey there Dougal..." She greeted him. "I think he was just a little grouchy...It's alright..." She rocked the child until he settled in her arms, and then made her way to the sofa, sitting down and allowing Dougal to join her. He sat beside her and patted the little baby, then reached out and gently held Isaac against him, rocking him gently in an attempt to keep him calm.

"You're doing great." Queenie smiled.
"He is..." Newt agreed from the doorway, and the baby's father walked in and picked Isaac up carefully, hugging him close before letting Newt hold him.
Dougal took the opportunity to check that Queenie was alright. She looked a little tired, so he quickly fetched her a pastry, pressing it into her hands.

Queenie giggled and cuddled him tightly.
"You are such a sweetheart." She murmured.
Dougal decided that his family already consisted of a Newt, a niffler and several occamy. He could include these people as well.

FILL: Fantastic Babies and How to Sit Them (5/6)

[(Anonymous)]

Isaac was not in the house all the time, much to Dougal’s disappointment. But he saw the baby and his parents occasionally, and the baby’s father always gave Dougal lots of pastries. Dougal liked the pastries. He would keep them to one side, and then he could give them to Newt and a few of the others. It seemed to be working – Newt looked happy whenever he got a pastry.

The occamy and Nick didn’t like pastries, but that meant there were some left for Dougal, which Dougal liked. He spent a good few weeks with them, and with Newt. He was a little surprised when Newt came in one morning, looking distressed, his arms around something.

“Dougal?” Newt called out, and Dougal rushed to his side, staring at the brilliant egg he held. It was large and there was a crack in the side of it.
Newt carried the egg carefully to a pile of grass, placing it down carefully. Dougal supported it, staring at the egg, startled as his eyes glowed a vivid blue and he saw the small hatchling curled up within it. There was a large beak, and fluffy wings, far too small to fly for the first few days of its life.

“It fell when it was laid. It will hatch in five hours or so… I promised I’d help Theseus with an important case, can you look after them? I… I don’t know if they’d be okay, but…” Newt smiled fondly. “I know that this is going to be the best place for them.”

Dougal chittered happily, determined to take care of the egg while Newt was working. He nodded quickly, and arranged the grass to support the cracked shell. He tried to see the creature’s future. There was a possibility it wouldn’t make it. But that wasn’t likely. He held onto that idea.

The crack widened a little, and Dougal brushed his fingers over the fragments of shell, digging a claw in and carefully easing it away.

The creature inside stared up at him with huge eyes, and Dougal patted its damp feathers. The hatchling squeaked up at him, and Dougal carefully picked it out from the egg. He cuddled the hatchling to him, and carried it over to the shed, where he settled it down on the stool. He frowned a little, trying to consider what food the little one would like.

With no real idea of where to start, he began by thinking about the occamy. They had faces that were a little like hippogriffs, and ate cockroaches. That seemed like a good place to start. He picked out a small cockroach from the box, and held it out.

The little hippogriff devoured it and cheeped hopefully for more. Dougal was quick to provide it, chirping his encouragement.

The hippogriff was asleep on Dougal’s lap when Newt returned, crouching down to look at the hippogriff.
“You’ve got a son… we should give him a name. What about Albert?”
Dougal shook his head.

“George?”
Dougal nodded quickly. This was his hippogriff to care for, and he was called George. He was determined to take care of him. Newt grinned at Dougal, reaching out to pat Dougal’s fur. Dougal glanced down at the small bundle of feathers.

“My mother always looked after hippogriffs. She bred them.” Newt’s eyes shined. “And I can help you with George….” Newt swallowed and frowned. “I know that you want a child of your own, but Nick’s been getting a little restless. So I thought you could take care of George?”

Dougal nodded in determination. He would look after the hatchling.

***

A week later, George had started to flap through the air, and Dougal was trying to work out how he could contain him. He whistled loudly.

George turned and dived towards him, nuzzling at his shoulder. He patted his child’s feathers and held out another cockroach. George nuzzled again, nearly knocking him over. Dougal stumbled backwards, and George chased him, beak clicking playfully. Dougal turned invisible to duck out of the way, and clambered up into a tree before whistling again, encouraging George to fly up towards him.

FILL: Fantastic Babies and How to Sit Them (6/6)

[(Anonymous)]

George the hippogriff went to stay with Newt's parents after a few months. Newt had been working on editing his book, and George had found he fitted with the rest of the herd - although he did still occasionally carry pieces of fruit to Dougal in his beak.

It turned out that Newt's book was doing well. Newt talked to Dougal about it a lot. He didn't understand it all, although he understood that a lot of human children would be studying it. Isaac, Jacob and Queenie's little boy, would study it when he got older, and that made Dougal feel very proud, as though he had helped in some way with all the little witches and wizards.

Anyway, because the book was doing so well, a second edition had been commissioned, and they were back to travelling. Leaving George behind was hard, but Dougal knew that Newt needed his help and care more than the hippogriff did. They were travelling the world again, searching out lesser known creatures, and Newt was taking the opportunity to research how creatures were treated, tackling smuggling and abuse of creatures wherever he could find it.

"Dougal, you do like travelling me, don't you?" Newt asked, looking a little concerned. "I... I mean, we are heading to the Far East soon, so-" Newt's face looked all crumpled up. Dougal launched up and scrambled up Newt's leg, clinging to him as tightly as he could. He squeaked and chittered at him until Newt relaxed. "I guess you want to stay then?" Newt asked with a smile, and Dougal nodded his head enthusiastically.

After that, there was no mention of Dougal leaving. He was home where he belonged, and he didn't need to leave. He stayed in the case, caring for the creatures as Newt explored, occasionally returning with animals that needed some time to recover. The occammy had shed their final set of juvenile scales, and the Fwooper had its own nest full of chicks.

Dougal helped with the little balls of fluff, helping their mother corral the large family. He was curled up in his nest, getting some much needed rest, when Newt approached.
"Dougal?" Newt asked softly. "Dougal, I need your help..."

Dougal lifted his head, and he saw that something small and fluffy was curled up against Newt's chest. The fur that he could see was snow white and sticking up in all angles. As he watched, it faded from visibility for a moment and then solidified again.

Newt walked closer, and crouched down.
"This... this is ... I think I'm going to call him Damien, if that's alright with you?" He asked, and held out a small dysguise - a baby demiguise. His fur had been cropped short everywhere other than his face, and he was far too thin. "The smugglers had killed his father to try and ..." Newt shook his head. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that he is still alive. Only just... but..."

Dougal reached out for the child with shaking hands. He pulled the baby against his chest, nuzzling the small beast and guiding him against his chest. He chattered to it softly, trying to reassure him, trying to stop him from panicking. He knew that this little one had been through a lot. Tiny hands fisted into his fur, and Damien was shivering.

Dougal moved him, guiding him so that his face was resting against Dougal's shoulder, rubbing his back gently in an attempt to soothe him. The baby made a soft chittering noise, a sound of curiosity rather than fear, and Dougal saw a sudden blue burst of the future.

Damien would grow strong. He would gain his confidence, and he would help Dougal to take care of all of the other creatures. Damien would one day be an excellent father, he could be certain of that.

Dougal looked up at Newt, who was watching him with wide eyes, hoping that this was going to be alright.
"You okay with him?" Newt asked, and Dougal nodded slowly. His dream of having a child of his own to raise had come true, and Newt smiled brightly. "I knew you'd be good with him. If you need anything, then let me know." He paused. "Do you need... blankets? A smaller nest?"

Dougal shook his head, cuddling Damien to his chest with one arm, and then went to the forest section of the case. He chose the perfect branches, starting to weave a small nest that Damien could fit in alongside him. He picked a handful of suitable berries, and fed them to the small dysguise, determined to do this right.