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

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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.