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Re: Fill: 5 times Newt had to patch himself up, and 1 time there were humans to help him 4/6

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4.
“Crucio!”

Newt tried to muffle his screams as he writhed on the damp cobblestones of London’s criminal underground. He gasped for air when the curse was lifted, his body involuntarily twitching from the aftershocks.

“Where is it?” A voice demanded roughly. Newt blinked sluggishly and struggled to formulate a response.

“Wh-what?” He managed to croak, his throat hoarse from screaming.

“The Niffler! Where did you hide the Niffler?” This was accompanied by a sharp kick to the stomach. Newt curled up, trying to protect himself from any more blows.

“I- I don’t understand!” Newt whimpered. “A wh-what? What’s a Niffler?” He flinched as the man raised his wand again, but another interrupted him.

“Oh, come on, forget this idiot. He doesn’t know anything.” The second man said turning away.

“He was the only one nearby when the little shit disappeared.” The first man hissed.

“Just look at him! He obviously has no clue what’s going on. The thing probably just escaped like last time. If we leave now we might be able to catch it before it gets too far.”

The first man grumbled, obviously reluctant, but eventually conceded, kicking Newt one last time before leaving.

Newt remained snivelling on the ground. Once the sound of their footsteps had receded, he wiped his face and uncurled from his ball. He got to his feet and hurriedly pried his case from its haphazard hiding place behind a few bins. With a satisfied smile, he drew out his wand and disapparated away.

He reappeared in a dingy little bedsit and gently placed his case on the floor. He quickly opened it and climbed down the stairs, but halfway down, his leg twitched violently and gave way from under him. Newt flailed and crashed to the floor with a groan. He was quite willing to lie there until his body stopped throbbing but a snout in his ear distracted him from his pain. Turning his head, he looked at the Niffler he had rescued with a worried eye. The small creature was a bit worse for wear but he was confident in a full recovery.

Newt hauled himself to his feet and beckoned for the Niffler to follow.

“Come on, I’ve got a nice burrow and some trinkets I think you might like.” The Niffler immediately perked up and scrambled after Newt.

Less than five minutes later found the Niffler lying contentedly in a pile of gold, his pouch stuffed full of jewellery and coins. After asking Dougal to keep an eye on their most recent addition, Newt made his way back to his little shack. Eyeing his potions consideringly, he’d have to make a new batch soon, he swallowed a dose of pain-relieving potion and another to repair nerve endings. As the effects of the potion kicked in, the tense line of his shoulders relaxed. His little bed called to him, but Newt shook his head. It was almost feeding time and he wouldn’t want his creatures to go hungry. After that was finished he would sleep.