Okay so there isn't enough Fanfiction or rps for this fandom yet so I figured I'd post on here and hope that some people would be interested. I'm open to pretty much any ships so if you want to make them shippy that's fine, and if you want to come up with something else that's fine too, just message me over tumblr messenger, email; [email protected] or kik; tenshihikari101xox (Newt is Grindelwalds son, will be explained) Newt had known who his father was ever since the day that he'd first appeared in the papers. His mother had let out a horrified gasp and dropped it. Theseus had had to help her sit down. She'd then told him everything. How Albus Dumbledore had brought him to her as a newborn babe, how his birth mother had died in childbirth and how Dumbledore had feared his father discovering his existence. He'd been thirteen at the time, and as more years past he heard his fathers name more and more frequently, and never for good reasons. But he knew he was safe under Dumbledore's protection, his father didn't know he existed. And he would never find out if he had his way. And then Leta had nearly gotten someone killed in one of her experiments, and Newt couldn't let her get in trouble, of course he'd confessed the full truth to Dumbledore but the other man hadn't been able to convince him to tell the truth, and despite how hard the older wizard had fought for him he'd been expelled at fifteen years old. Dumbledore had managed to get him a minor position in the ministry, and he'd watched his fathers slow and seemingly unstoppable rise to power. And it had sickened him, if he was being truthful. He'd grown to be weary of humans over time, unable to trust anyone with the truth about himself. And in the end when he'd been hired to write a book about magical creatures he'd leapt at the chance, and he travelled the world, lost himself in the world of the creatures that he'd always adored, they were his only true friends, his family too. And yet somehow, despite his best intentions, he'd ended up being arrested in America, and he was sat across the table from Percival Graves, under arrest for supposedly setting one of his creatures on the city. Which was ridiculous, really his beasts were harmless most of the time. And it had been an Obscurus. He was sure of it, he'd seen it before, he'd failed to save that little girl before, and yet they wouldn't believe him. He shook his head, his face pale as he shifted in his seat, forcing himself to focus on the older man, just in time to hear him commenting on the fact that he'd been expelled from Hogwarts and he frowned, “That was an accident.” he stated quickly, and he was sure it had been Leta might have been reckless and headstrong but she'd never meant to put anyone else in danger. (Newt is an Obscurial) Newt sighed as he sat down, shaking his head slowly. It was lucky that Queenie had managed to get his suitcase, had found them, or they'd have ended up being caught. And he didn't want that, especially not with an Obscurial somewhere, attacking people. If anyone found out the truth they might jump to the wrong conclusion. Newt was an Obscurial, he'd been attacked by some muggles as a child, he'd spent years repressing his magic after that until Professor Dumbledore had came, had helped him. The older man had said something about wanting to prevent Newt from suffering like 'she' did. But he never elabourated. And as the years went on Newt managed to learn both how to use normal magic, using a wand, and how to control the dark magic that had used to burst from him if he got upset or angry. He could control it, but they would never understand that. He sighed and shook his head. He was lucky, extremely so. He'd survived it where most would have died, that little girl had died... but he shook his head, dismissing those thoughts as he looked up and noticed Tina. And after all she'd done for him.. perhaps he owed her the truth. "Tina.. would you mind sitting a minute?"
