Imagine Credence as a Healer.
Imagine Credence surviving the blow we all saw, someone (probably Newt) rescuing what remained of him. Imagine Percy Graves (because of course he’s alive and strongly concerned about Credence’s whereabouts) taking care of him when Newt has to go back to Britain. Imagine Credence and Percy slowly recovering, Percy discovering Credence’s abilities and being slightly worried Credence may leave him the day he’s able to stand on his own two feet. Imagine Credence taking special interest in potion making, as the easiest potions don’t require a lot of actual magic and he’s still somehow afraid of using his powers. Imagine him getting really good at it and Percy taking him to a wandmaker. His wand is made of willow of course, uncommon wand wood with healing powers and well-rounded reputation for enabling non-verbal magic.
Imagine Percy encouraging Credence to travel with Newt in search for magical creatures. Percy’s worried Credence may never come back and it breaks his heart, but he’s so happy seeing Credence’s excitment.
Credence becomes really good at mending Newt’s wounds and learns all about poisons and antidotes, both floral and animal, and he tries creating his own recipes. Newt is absolutely delighted seeing his progress and writes to Percy daily to keep him informed. Credence writes him too, but his letters are full of dried flowers and scattered thoughts and fascination with the new world he’s living in now.
As the war advances and travelling freely becomes dangerous, Credence comes back to New York, realizing he’s missed it dearly - not the city itself (he could trade it for somewhere greener), but his guardian, who’s now back at the top of his game, MACUSA’s best Auror and one of Grindelwald’s most fierce opponents.
Credence doesn’t like the fighting. It’s dirty and dangerous, bloody; it makes him think about his past and he doesn’t like it at all. But there is something else that makes him join the official Healers’ team - the strong need to protect what’s right. He wants to protect the innocent and the righteous, those who are helpless and those who fight for them. And somewhere deep down he knows he wants to make up for his past mistakes, even if no one seems to remember them.
He’s scared, but he’s been scared so many times before it feels like crawling back into an old shell. But it’s different this time, because he’s no longer alone. Queenie shows him around the headquaters, Tina smiles at him when he mends her wrist, even Seraphina Piquery herself seems to be grateful when he discovers the poison hidden in her wine. And Percy… When it’s all over, when the battle dust settles and Credence desperately looks for him on the battleground and finds him at last only slightly injured, Percy emraces him - more desperate than friend would do, probably - and Credence thinks that maybe it was all worth it, for this moment alone.
They go back home - their home, as they started to call it over the years - once more trying to heal their newly opened wounds. It seems everything may end well this time.
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