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Re: Fill: Occupational Hazard

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"I swear Newt..." the Director's voice hissed from inside his office. "You said you had him under control."
"He didn't mean it," Newt protested, and Evelyn leaned in, listening to what was being said through the door. She hadn't had an opportunity to catch Newt as he was walked through the office, the Director beside him with a tight grip on his arm.

The Director had looked furious, and Evelyn had wanted to know what was happening. So she'd followed, only to hear the Director, clearly infuriated with something that Newt's son had done. He was a troubled young man, everyone knew that.
"I will kill him. I will kill him and I will skin him," the Director muttered. Newt whined slightly.
"He didn't mean any harm!" Newt protested. "You know what he's like. Anything shiny... we got the cufflinks back, no damage done."
"It’s not to happen again," the Director snapped.
"It won't." Newt promised, and stepped towards the door.

Evelyn backed away, returning to her desk as Newt scurried from his husband's office and to Goldstein's desk. She glanced over at the two of them.
"All worked out?" Tina asked, and Newt nodded.
"It's fine, really, just a spot of bother, you know how these things are."
"I swear you go looking for trouble."
"Never deliberately," Newt smiled and headed off.

Evelyn looked over at Tina.
"Is everything alright?"
"Nothing important," Tina answered with a slight shrug. "We sorted it out before anything terrible happened."
Evelyn managed a slight smile at that. She hoped that nothing terrible had already happened.

***

Newt didn't visit for a few days. The Director seemed to be distracted, barely acknowledging the other aurors. He was working on something private, and he wasn't filling in his paperwork with his normal management. When he briefed them, he seemed to lose track of what he was saying.

Evelyn was sitting at her desk when an urgent message from the Wilifred Hospital arrived. They had found a man unconscious and badly beaten, and were requesting an auror to help discover who this man was. She hurried off to do that, glad to have a mystery on her plate that she might be able to solve. The Wilifred Hospital was a large building, hidden beneath the main No-Maj hospital and equipped to deal with the worst of curse injuries and other magical maladies.

A healer was waiting to greet her.
"Thank you for coming Auror-"
"Weiss," Weiss explained. "And you are?"
"Hugh Fisher." Healer Fisher held out his hand. "You'd best come and see the poor fellow." He had a kind smile and an Irish accent - he would have been Evelyn's type if she wasn't already happily married. "He's woken up, and he says his name is John Smith. But I'm sure that isn't his real name. He isn't telling us what happened, maybe you can make sense of it all."

"I'll try, Mister Fisher." Evelyn let him lead her down to the ward where their patient was laying stretched out on the bed. A sheet was pulled up across his chest. He had two black eyes, and bruising across his shoulders and face. His shirt had been ripped, and nose was bloody. However the red curls meant he was instantly identifiable, even with the injuries.
"Newt," she murmured.

"You know him?" Mister Fisher asked.
"I know him." Evelyn answered. "Can I have some privacy so that we can talk?"
"Go ahead." Mister Fisher stepped out of the room, and Eveyn sat down by Newt's bed.

"Newt, you look... terrible."
"I had it coming," he answered with a shrug. "Anyway, it'll all be okay in a day or two. Could you do me a favour?"
"Whatever I can?"
"Would you not tell Perce where I am? I just need a little while to recover, and I don't want him to see me like this. He has got a bit of a temper and I don't want to upset him, and the children will be distraught."
"I won't tell him," she promised. "If there is anything you need, any way I can help..."
"I'm fine." Newt reassured. "Honestly, this is hardly the first time." He looked so bright as he said it that Evelyn's heart ached. She had to do something.

"You and the children would be more welcome to stay with me for a little while, if you need to."
"Thank you!" Newt smiled. "I think Modesty would like that, she's been asking to meet your little girl... the thought of meeting another young witch ... she wants to make some friends."
Evelyn made herself smile back, not sure that Newt even understood what was being offered. Her eye was drawn to a faded red notebook which was in the pocket of the man's coat, draped over a chair.

It was the work of a moment to steal the book from his pocket and to slip it into her bag.
"Just get back to work," Newt insisted. "I know you've got a lot to do, and I'm guessing Percy is having a bad mood. I'll be fine in a day or two. Just tell them you've got it under control."
Evelyn nodded her agreement, slipping away with a brief reassurance offered to Fisher. Healer Fisher didn't look particularly soothed by her words, but helping Newt was her priority at this moment. She paused before she returned to MACUSA, opening the notebook.

There were notes about all kinds of creatures which she didn't recognise, and tables about foodstuffs. On the inside of the back cover, there was a brief note.
"If found, please send to T. Scamander for a reward."

T. Scamander had to be a relative of Newt's. With no-one else to turn to, Evelyn decided she would have to contact this mysterious T.

She sent a note to the British Ministry, asking to be put in contact with T. Scamander. She put the request on official paper, and she wasn't sure if she would get a positive answer. It turned out that T. Scamander was an auror, involved with the American Embassy. He took a Portkey into the office, and it was only by her own quick thinking that she managed to intercept him before he strode into the Director's office.

"Scamander? I'm Auror Weiss. I wanted to talk to you about a personal matter."
"Has Newt been found?"
"Newt's been found," she reassured him, and relief crossed his face. She guided him into an empty office.

"What's wrong?"
"He's beaten but he'll be okay."
"Where is he? Can I see him?"
"Not right now." Evelyn answered. "He wants it kept quiet. But it's not just that." She reached into her pocket and drew out the list she had written out, recording all of the injuries Newt had. Scamander stared at the list in horror.
"You think Percival's been hurting him?"

"I don't know." Weiss said softly. "But I thought you should come to help. Because if he's in trouble, you might be the one who can fix it."
"Take me to him?" the brother requested softly. "I need to see him."

***

Evelyn led the way to Newt's room, knocking. The Director's voice answered after a moment, and Evelyn nearly jumped.
"Come in?"
Evelyn stuck her head around the door to find that Newt was still lying in bed, curled up with his head on the Director's chest. The Director was stroking his fingers through Newt's hair.

Theseus pushed his way into the room.
"Get out of there Percival."
"What?" The Director looked up, frowning at him.
"Get away from my brother."
"No." Newt stared. "Theseus, what's happening?"
"Look at you Newt. You're a real mess, you must know this is bad. He hurt you, and you don't have to stay with him."
"What?" Newt looked genuinely confused, as did the Director. The Director looked up at the two of them.
"Weiss, explain yourself. Starting by why you chose not to tell me where my husband was when he had been missing for a week."
"I ... I wanted to keep him safe sir." Evelyn explained.

"From me?" the Director asked, concern clear on his face.
Feeling a little sick, Evelyn nodded.
"Why?" he demanded.

Evelyn glanced between them. She could only hope that her presence and that of Newt's brother would ensure no more harm came to him.
"Newt... turns up with injuries. A lot of injuries. There have been plenty of cases of... of people getting hurt by their lovers. And you've got a really stressful job. We all know Newt isn't the easiest."
"Not the easiest man," Percival agreed. "But I'm not hurting him. I love him." He pressed a kiss to Newt's forehead. "I'd never hurt you."
"I know," Newt said softly, blinking back tears.

"I can leave if you want." Percival suggested. "If you need some privacy-"
"I want you to stay." Newt pleaded. "I need you to hear..."
"What put you in the hospital?" his brother demanded.

"A smuggling gang. That I attempted to infiltrate. That I failed to fool, leading to them leaving me in quite a state."
"And the rest?" Weiss asked, frowning. "You had a split lip, and a black eye, and bloody clothes... so many different injuries."
"Uh, I got headbutted by a mooncalf," Newt admitted. "I think I told you I fell that day. I was embarrassed. I was dealing with Sarah, and she got a bit violent."
"I heard the Director threaten to kill your son."

"I would never lay a hand on any of my children," the Director answered.
"Modesty was scared of a belt."
"She was badly treated by a Muggle before we brought her in." Newt answered. "The buckle of the belt that Diego was wearing was almost identical to one her brother used to wear. One that was used to beat all three of the children."

Weiss frowned, beginning to suspect that somehow she had got everything very wrong.
"But... but you threatened to kill your son. And skin him."
The Director burst out laughing.
"Niffler!" Newt squeaked. "He was talking about Nick, my Niffler. He steals Perce's cufflinks most days, and Perce threatens to skin him. He'd never do it."

"Oh," Evelyn mumbled, feeling her face heat up. "I'm sorry sir."
"Don't be," the Director smiled. "I am proud that you would have gone and investigated this. That you would have stood up to me in order to defend my husband. In this case you were wrong, but you have good instincts."

Evelyn smiled a little, and looked between them. Theseus leaned in and embraced his brother.
"Hello you little troublemaker. You have to stop getting yourself beaten up."
"I'm trying." Newt murmured, cuddling his brother and then hissing a little at the pain of the movement. "Auror Weiss?"
"Yes?"

"I'd like you and your wife to come to dinner soon. Your daughter too. I still want Modesty to meet her, and I want to thank you."
Evelyn smiled shyly.
"I'd like that a lot."

***

It was a relief to have exactly what had been going on between Newt and his husband cleared up. Evelyn found herself more able to focus on doing her job now that she had an explanation for Newt's injuries.

She headed to the Director's house with her wife and daughter, all three of them wearing their best dresses. Evelyn knocked at the door, and Theseus Scamander answered it, Modesty on his shoulders. After a moment, Modesty and Abigail waved at each other.

Theseus placed Modesty on the ground, and the two girls raced off together. Samantha walked over to Newt, planning to talk to him about the hardships of marrying an auror. Theseus waved Evelyn and Percival over to him. "You want to talk about work? Or just want to get drunk?"
He held out a bottle of beer to each of them. Evelyn reached out for hers with a smile, knocking it against Theseus's and Percival's own.

"You're a good auror," the Director told her. "And you have good instincts. I'm glad I worked with you."
"Mom?" Abigail tugged on her sleeve. "Mom, can I go into the suitcase with Modesty?"
"I'll come too. Those creatures sound dangerous."
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