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For whatever reason instead of trying to separate her from the obscurus Newt takes the Sudanese girl with him and ends up becoming a ~~mother~~ father figure to her. They arrive in New York and bump into Credence. Due to Convenient Plot Device obscurus can sense each other so Newt knows from his daughter right away what Credence is and that he's likely in a bad home situation so offers for Credence to go with them. Credence agrees on the condition that they also help Modesty who, surprise surprise, happens to also be an obscurial.

Tldr: Newt becomes den mother to Credence, Modesty, and the Sudanese girl, all of which are obscurial.

Extra Plot Point for Overachievers!
Grindelwald finds out somehow. He's not stupid and he knows how people tick so he suspects killing the one person who truly cares for them probably isn't the best way to gain trust. Cue the wooing of Newt Scamander! (Because if Newt is mummy that leaves the position of daddy open) (Fillers choice on how successful this is)

I'd love to read this! Especially if the Grindelwald plot is thrown in. Wish I was a half decent writer, I'd do it myself.

Someone please write this!

This is the first thing I've written in this fandom and I've only seen the movie once (and know nothing about the 20s or New York) so apologies for any mistakes!

Newt's peering around the crowd after the Niffler when he realises his ever-persistent shadow is not at his heels; when he looks back he sees her slipping away with some purpose, her bright green coat nearly disappearing before his eyes. He doesn't take a moment to weigh up the consequences - the Niffler, while certainly capable of causing a ruckus, isn't currently in danger.

"Amani," he calls out, breathless as he hurries after her. He keeps a firm hand on his suitcase and shoulders forward, head down, but it's only to the edge of the crowd that she's gone, and he comes up to her standing far enough away that the Muggle woman's voice is distant, barely comprehensible. He exhales when he reaches her, crouching in front of her and tentatively reaching out, but she's not looking at him. Her eyes are fixed over his shoulder, and Newt turns with some trepidation to see a young man with an unfortunate haircut, holding a handful of flyers. He's watching her, too.

"Amani?" he says, carefully, and finally the edge of darkness creeping around her irises fades back to its normal brown as she looks at him again. He sets his hand on her shoulder, and she gives him the shaky edge of a smile.

"He's like me."

Newt says, "Oh," and then again. "Oh, Merlin." He scrubs a hand over his face and smooths down his coat as he stands, but the tug on his coatsleeve brings his attention back to his - ward. Apprentice. Daughter, as he told customs, but that was all forms and beaurocracy, nothing in the realm of -

"Mummy," she says, just to spite him, and he swallows and shakes his head, relutantly amused at the spark of mischief in her grin. "I'll talk to him, don't worry."

She steps forward as Newt steps back, re-locking his case again and tucking Pickett back in his coat pocket with a soothing hand. "Be careful, now," he says, too low to hear, but she looks back anyway as she steps up to the boy, taking a flyer and starting to speak. She learnt English from him and her accent shows it, rounded vowels and none of that American nonsense, and he looks at her now, shyly confident and reaching out, dressed in clothes she chose herself, and marvels at the resilience of youth.

" - I'm, I'm not - " the boy is saying, led unerringly by Amani's small hand closed around his wrist.

"You can feel it, can't you?" she asks, and gazes up at him. "We'll take care of you, Credence. I promise."

"Well," Newt says, and tugs at his sleeves again. "We'll certainly try. Newt Scamander, magizoologist." He'd offer his hand, but the boy's head is ducked, his arms trembling. "Amani, dear, won't you," he starts, but she looks up at him, face set. Stubborn, he thinks, and can't help the smile.

"You're one of them," Credence says, stuttering and quiet. "Aren't you? Magic."

Newt's curiosity is piqued, but he says, carefully, "Yes. I only want to help you, Credence. You're very special. Like Amani, here," and he catches the quicksilver flash of her smile.

"Please," Amani says, and her voice drops for a moment as she grimaces at her feet. "I - Newt helped me, too. It hurt - all the time, I was so angry, but now..."

"But now," Credence says, seemingly despite himself.

"Now," Amani says, "I have magic, too." She uncurls her palm, revealing a striking, sparkling light, and Newt quickly glances around and herds them both into the shadow of the building they're standing next to, off the main street. Amani looks up at him guiltily and he sighs, shaking his head.

"None of that," he says, "just be careful." He peers at Credence, whose hands are shoved in his pockets again, head still lowered, and says, "Credence. I - we can take you from here, you know. I'm only passing through, once I catch that Niffler again - headed to Arizona, and then probably back home to London - I just mean, you don't have to stay here, in New York."

Credence says, haltingly, "Go?" He looks up at Newt for a moment, then back to where they just came from, the steps toward the bank. "My moth - Mary Lou. I can't..."

"I don't think," Newt says carefully, quietly, "she really deserves your loyalty, Credence."

Credence shakes his head. "I - I have a sister," he says, hesitant. "She feels... like you."

"Like us," Amani says, and looks up at Newt, who can already feel a headache coming on. He pinches the bridge of his nose as she says, "We have to help her. And you, too, Credence," as the boy starts to lean away. "Newt?"

"Yes, I know," Newt says, and feels his mouth purse as he curls his hand around the hilt of his wand in his pocket. His mind is whirring, but he's not meant for any complicated subterfuge; he can barely manage to pretend to be a smuggler long enough to find whatever people are smuggling (and then release it, of course). He leans down to pick up his suitcase, holding out his arm. The Niffler will have to wait. "Where is she right now?"

"The - New Salem Philanthropic Society chapel," Credence says.

"Well, come on, then," Newt says, and waves his elbow a bit as Amani grabs ahold of his coat. "Let's go."

He takes another quick glance around as Credence's hand lands featherlight on his arm, checking for Muggles before Apparating away.

Credence's sister is alone in the chapel when they land; lucky, Newt thinks a little guiltily, as he waves his wand and closes the outer doors. The girl takes three steps back and is staring at them, wide-eyed. "You're witches," she says, and Newt lifts a hand and drops it.

"Well, a wizard, really, but yes."

Credence says, "Modesty," as her eyes narrow on him, and he takes a tentative step toward her as her mouth twists into a frown. "I - I know about the wand under your bed."

"It's just a toy," she scoffs, but her eyes dart to them and back. "Don't tell mother."

"She isn't our mother," Credence says, surprisingly strong, and Newt's eyes widen despite himself. "You don't want to stay here, Modesty. You know if I'm gone - "

"You're going?" Modesty says. "With them?"

Newt's heard that tone of voice before, and he sets his hand on Amani's shoulder as she stills beside him. "I'm like you," Amani says, and she sounds angry. "Can't you feel it?" and she presses her fist to her chest. "Here."

"I'm nothing like you," Modesty says sharply. "I'm not a witch!"

And there it is, Newt thinks, that familiar curling anger and darkness; low, for now, but he steps forward, arms raised as Modesty's glare turns on him. "I don't mean to interrupt," he says, "but that woman will be home soon, won't she? I think it would be best if we weren't having this conversation - " and he looks around, at the pictures of burning witches and drowning witches, of hellfire and death, and thinks, if I didn't have my wand - "here. We could have it somewhere else. Somewhere a little less Muggle, perhaps."

Modesty's gaze pins him in place. "You want to take us away?"

Newt shifts on his feet, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Well, yes," he says. "What you share - an Obscurus - it's from having to suppress your magic. You shouldn't have to - it's a part of you. And if you leave here, or come with me, you won't have to."

"Are you kidnapping us, then?" Modesty asks, and Amani nearly barrels forward except for Newt catching her collar just in time.

"How dare you?" she shouts, and Newt gives her a pointed look as she flails a little and then subsides, lowering her gently back down to the ground. She huffs, rolling her shoulders, and she's such a Gryffindor. Newt sighs.

"You can leave if you like," Newt says. "Just a conversation, I promise."

It takes some maneuvering to get them all down inside his suitcase, and Newt escapes from its confines only just in time; he sees the door opening as he grabs the handle and Apparates to his current residence, a small room in a hotel. It has two beds and not enough space for all the people he's somehow managed to pick up, but Newt's plan of retreating back into his suitcase to finally talk to them is interrupted by a knock on the door.

He thinks about ignoring it anyway, but whoever is at the door is persistent. "Hello? Mr. Scamander? Are you in? Hello?"

Shoving the suitcase on the other side of the door, Newt runs a hand through his hair and pulls the door open - too abruptly, apparently, with the way the woman on the other side stumbles. She's holding her wand out, probably to the doorknob, and she regains her balance and looks at him curiously. "Yes, that's me," he says quickly. "What is it? Wait, this isn't about Niffler, is it?"

Still running around in Muggle New York. Newt really needs a better way of tracking the menace.

"What? No," she says, shaking her head. "I'm Tina Goldstein. I'm here to escort you to MACUSA headquarters."

"Er, not at wandpoint, surely," he says, and she startles a little and tucks her wand back in her pocket.

"No, no," she says. "But there were some incidents lately, and the Director thought you might be able to assist. As a consultant, of course."

"Of course," Newt echoes, confused. She reaches out to take his arm, but he backs up a step, says, "Oh, just let me grab my case - "

She does, but that's all he has time for before she Apparates away.

Newt's not been to MACUSA headquarters before, and he cranes his neck to look up at the ceiling as Tina says, "So, a magizoologist, huh?" and he stumbles a little over his feet.

"Aspiring, I suppose," he says. "I'm writing a book at the moment, a guide to magical creatures."

"An extermination guide?" she asks, and he looks at her sharply. She stares back at him bemused.

"No," he says, suddenly quiet. "No, a - a schoolbook, or a book of learning - not," and he can't even bring himself to say it. Americans. But it makes him jittery and cautious and he taps a warning pattern on the edge of his case as she escorts him into the Director's office and he takes a seat.

"Mr. Scamander," says the man. "Percival Graves, Director of Magical Security."

Newt mumbles a pleasantry, looking around the room. Graves doesn't seem to expect a handshake, at least. "I heard you wanted my assistance?"

"Indeed I did," Graves says smoothly. Newt can feel his gaze, piercing, probably a Legilimens, and looks down at his hands. "We’ve had a number of incidents recently that appear to be the work of some magical beast. I hoped you might have some new insight into the case."

Graves flicks open the cases with a lazy wave of his wand, the images hovering blue between them. Newt, despite himself, leans forward curiously to look at the damages. The empty buildings are torn to pieces, and he feels the realisation dawn on him quite suddenly. "Oh," he says.

Graves says, expectantly, "You know what this is?"

"It hasn't - it hasn't hurt anybody, yet, has it?" Newt asks, and uses his wand to flick through the pages of photographs, the destruction still in the faint breeze. He glances at Graves, at his case, at the window, showing New York's gloomy streets, and his fingers twist on the hilt of his wand. "You wouldn't - hurt it, if it's not dangerous, would you?"

"Rampant destruction on this scale can hardly be called 'not dangerous'," Graves says. "What is it? What's causing this?"

A lie sticks on his tongue, but he can't pretend to not know, now. "Well, it's obvious. It's an Obscurial."

There's a gasp from Tina, lingering near the door. "The New Salemers!" Graves rises, threatening, from his seat. "Sorry, sir."

"If you can't keep your comments to yourself, Miss Goldstein," but Newt's just starting to remember the flyers Credence was handing out, that unfortunate witch-hating woman, and he frowns down at his case. This might end up a little more complicated than he thought.

With Tina shooed out the door, closed behind her, Newt feels more than slightly trapped when Graves settles back in his seat. "An Obscurial," he repeats. "You've come across one before?"

"It's not dangerous, inherently," Newt says, quickly. "Whoever the child is, if they can be found - there are ways to mitigate the damage, they don't need to be - "

His gaze flicks up to meet Graves's eyes, for just a moment, and the man huffs and leans back in his chair.

"No-one has died so far," Graves says, his expression curious. "But if this continues, when we find the Obscurial I can't guarantee my Aurors won't be casting to kill. Is that what worries you, Mr. Scamander?"

Newt exhales, falls back, and says, weakly, "Yes."

Graves's fingers tap a rhythm on his desk. "There's no cure for an Obscurial," he says. "Even if it were found before the Obscurus fully manifested, it would still be an uncontrollable force of dark magic. Destruction like this - it threatens the security of the Statute of Secrecy."

Newt looks away. "And if the Obscurial could be managed? Not - killed," he says, words tripping over themselves, "but the magic suppressed, controlled, tamed - "

"There's no record of such a thing," Graves says, his gaze heavy and piercing, and Newt shakes his head and stares at the photographs of houses torn apart. Empty. No deaths. He has some time, still.

"No," he says, "but if it could be. If an Obscurial - their Obscurus could be tamed..."

"You're running into hypotheticals, Mr. Scamander," Graves says. "But in such a case, I'm sure we could... reconsider."

Newt thinks of it. Newt thinks of confronting Amani, the first time; her Obscurus a seething, writhing cloud, black like an oil slick, her form barely a ghost, and raising his wand to draw it out. At the first touch of his magic to hers she collapsed, form regained, grey and barely breathing, and he realised that if he did this, she wouldn't survive.

He chose another way. Perhaps he'd be able to help them all.

"If you won't be using lethal force," Newt says, "I might be able to help you find the Obscurial child."

"You sound as though you have some experience in the matter."

Newt rises from his chair, hand tightening on the handle of his suitcase. "Oh," he says, managing a tight smile, "no, Mr. Graves. Theoretical ideas, at most." Standing across from him like this, lying to his face; it feels like he's sixteen again, smiling at Albus Dumbledore over his tea set and saying yes, it was me. Graves blinks, and Newt looks away. "But I'm glad to help."

"Then thank you for your time," Graves says. "We'll be in touch."

It's a long elevator ride back to the Apparition point, and when Newt finally returns to his hotel room and sets his suitcase on the floor, he notices his hands are shaking. He murmurs a few ward incantations as he spins his wand around the room, and tucks it back in his pocket when he finally bends down to open the latch.

"Nothing to it," he says to himself for reassurance, and goes.

This is amazing, and I'd love to read more.

AWESOME so far. They just all fall into his lap (well, case ...), and it's amazing. I'm sure they'll do wonderful things together.

NEWT GO GET YOUR BLOODY NIFFLER!

Sorry. I really like this fill but I can't stop thinking abotu the damned Niffler. Please tell me it got hungry and hid in Jacob's suitcase.

Yes! Just what I was looking for!

yes. just all the yes. I can't wait to see where you take this :)

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