#skinwalker newt

[willofhounds]

Captured beast within a human skin ch 7

Newt's POV

He sat in the room he was given cross legged. Today was going to be a pack history lesson. To help with the transition and to teach another his uncle brought his daughter with him. Sophia Donner had brown hair and green eyes just like him.

Once they were settled Sherman explained, "Years ago your father had a brother. Riley Donner was the older of the two of them. As you know we change before the age of eighteen. Riley was one of the rare few that never changed. I helped him escape the town. If I had not the hunters would have killed him. Riley met a human girl and fell in love. They had two son, Theseus and yourself. You both are of magic but only you have the wolf gene. We didn't even think it was possible for a wolf to appear after so long."

Sophia stared at him for a long moment before she said, "You have our eyes. All Donners have green eyes but I have never seen any so vibrant."

Sherman snorted. Newt glared at the man who shrugged.

Matthew rolled his eyes as he said, "Knock it off, Sherman," then he turned serious, "Soph, there is going to be a meeting at the diner tonight. The entire clan is going to be there."

At his look of confusion Sherman explained, "The pack is mainly the town members. The clan is the enterity of the Wolf Lake area. There are two other packs who belong to the clan. Willard Cates is the clan and pack head. Out of all our leaders he has lasted the longest uncontested. 25 years of being pack and clan head. That may change tonight for two reasons. One Willard isn't well. He is slowly dying of a cancer that even we cannot treat. The second reason is you. Many of the older wolves will not like bringing you in. While some of the younger wolves like Tyler and the pup pack led by Lucas Cates will accept. The older wolves will see your human side as a weakness."

Being human wasn't a weakness. It was what set them apart from being consumed by the beast.

Newt asked, "What is the difference between us and werewolves? Or animagi? Why would the old wolves see humanity as weakness?"

The two men exchanged glances before Sherman replied an odd look in his eyes, "The older wolves believe that we should return to our roots. Back to the times we spent more time in our wolf skin than our human one. In a way they are not wrong about that. At the same time doing that would make us forget what separates us from beasts. Skinwalkers were what inspired the first animagus. We travel freely between wolf and human skin. Wizards are whatever animal is their animal spirit."

The man paused for a moment then continued, "Werewolves are another matter entirely. Wizards weren't wrong when they thought that the werewolves originally descended from skinwalkers. We dont know when it happened exactly but this story is passed down from black wolf to black wolf as we are the rarest of all wolves. I will explain to you in class why."

Matthew opened his mouth to question but was stopped by an upheld hand. Sherman said his eyes becoming glazed, "When wizards first decided we were dark creatures we hid ourselves. Tried to make ourselves seem more muggle. There were more of us back then and more places in the world where the moon was always full. Because of a select few there are only a handful of communities like ours left. Wizards labeled us extinct almost a millennia ago. They hunted us down like animals. Some of us were stronger in magic than others but they outnumbered us. When we tried to go into hiding that's when the certain members came out. They were the worst of the worst. Instead of helping hide their fellow skinwalkers they chose instead to betray their brothers and sisters. So many of us were lost because of them. Children killed because they had the gene. Adults trying desperately to save their cubs."

Sherman's voice was broken by the end of his recount. Somehow despite the impossibility of it. Harrison knew the other had seen the horrors he spoke of.

They all listened at rapt attention as the man continued, "Those who betrayed us were banished by the moon and Magic herself. Cursed to never change again under their own power. That their bites would forever infect others as punishment for their crimes. Two years before we were officially declared extinct the black wolves banded together. There were more of us back then. So many more," it almost seemed as if he was going to stop again. Then suddenly he spoke, "It was sacrificial magic. A very rare very dark ritual that sacrificed all but one black wolf per clan. Magic gave us safe havens in exchange. Places where the moon would always be full. A place where the betrayers could no longer go for they would be forced to change each night. This is one such community and clan."

His uncle said after a long moment of silence, "I never knew that history Sherman. How many people know about it?"

Sherman gave a grim smile in return, "Only the black wolves."

Newt asked meeting the elder black wolf's eyes, "Why is there going to be a clan meeting?"

Sherman sighed, "Two reasons. One is you. Being a half breed in their eyes is not going to help you. Even if you are a black wolf. To them that just a sign that things are about to turn for the worse. The other reason is the war. Some of us have been enlisted to fight. The younger ones of course. We just don't know if we can afford to lose any of the younger wolves."

Newt had heard about the war. His mother was downright distraught over the fact that Theseus had enlisted.

For his part, Newt had been hurt that Theseus didn't tell him. His older brother's letter had just stopped coming. In a way he felt abandoned by the older boy.

Then there was Tyler who had been drafted almost immediately into the service. Tyler who sent weekly letters despite now being out of country. It hurt that his brother wouldn't do the same.

[ao3feed-gravesnewt]

Captured beast within a human skin

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2P4UQ4Y

by Willofhounds

Newt Scammander always knew he was different. It wasn't until he was fifteen did he find out how special. An ancient inheritance long forgotten by the magical world comes into play. With that and the one he is betrothed to he must hide what he is and avoid those like him.

Words: 1196, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wolf Lake, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Original Percival Graves, Percival Graves | Gellert Grindelwald, Newt Scamander, Newt Scamander's Mother, Newt Scamander's Father, Gellert Grindelwald, Matthew Donner, Theseus Scamander, Tyler Creed, Willard Cates, Lucas Cates, Vivian Cates

Relationships: Credence Barebone & Newt Scamander, Newt Scamander & Theseus Scamander, Gellert Grindelwald/Newt Scamander, Ruby Cates/John Kanin, Ruby Cates/Tyler Creed, Newt Scammander/Tyler Creed, Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander

Additional Tags: Skinwalker, Skinwalker Newt Scammander

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2P4UQ4Y

[garcdenflower-blog]

All my babies will be taking part in the event!! Below are which creatures they will be!! Like always comment/like or just hit me up if you want to plot or want a thread from any of them!! 

Harley: Demon

Kylo: Werewolf

Alice: Mermaid

Boo: Ghost

Hans: Incubus

Odette:Angel 

James:Vampire

Coraline:Mermaid

Artie: Kitsune 

Heather:Witch

Barbara:Witch

Audrey:Ghost

Lili: Werewolf

Nick: Kitsune

Cassian: Vampire

Cindy: Fairy- Ice

Ann: Human

Sandy: Witch

Robin: Skinwalker

Newt: Vampire

Max: Werewolf

Sophie: Witch

Eden: Fairy- Earth/ plant 

Roger: Demon

Kory: Mermaid

Karen: Demigod- Aphrodite

Elle: Ghost

Desarae: Siren

[websterswampus-blog]

ILVERMORNY HEADCANON [Course Professors & Descriptions]

ASTRONOMY

Professor Ortwin Aurelio

    This class teaches that stars are much more than twinkling lights in the sky.  Offered as an elective class to those in year 4 and above, Professor Aurelio takes his students on a rigorous adventure to the stars.  This course is not for those who need their full 8 hours of sleep as classes have the possibility of being held between midnight and 3AM (when study subjects are at their peak).  

     Those who do take this class will experience and learn the wonders of the night sky.  If you so choose to further your education in this area and go to level 2, you will have the opportunity to participate in an annual quest.  A friendly competition between classmates where they must use what they have learned on Star Navigation to find an item hidden by Professor Aurelio himself.  This course is nothing short of enlightening.

BOTANY

Professor Virginia Leon

    Come learn about the magnificent world around you!  As in the literal blade of grass that you are stepping on.  In this course you will learn about the most mundane plants as well as the most complex and mystical ones our world has to offer.  Professor Leon, a world renowned Wizarding Botanist before joining us at Ilvermorny, has been teaching this course for over 50 years.  

     Expect to brace yourself as you will be getting up close and personal with some of the most dangerous plants known to witch or wizard while also learning about healing properties as well as what herbs helps top off the school’s world famous roast!

CHARMS

Professor Filimena Godwine

    Learn to bring a whole new meaning to being charming as you come to throw charms without even mumbling a single sound.  Charms is an ever perfecting craft which must be constantly learned.  

     Students are required to take this course in their first four years of study, but if they so desire, they may take it for all their years at Ilvermorny.  No matter whether you decide to further your education in charms or not, all witches and wizards will leave this school knowing how to do basic charms without needing to speak their incantation.

CRYPTOZOOLOGY

Professor Newton Aureliana

    The stories that once made you quake in fear and wonder of the Loch Ness or maybe even the Chupacabra are not just folklore, they are the true tales of beasts that roam this earth still. In this course, you will travel from the past and back to learn about some of the most fascinating creatures that have ever been discovered while also coming to know how our community has kept them under wraps from No Mags since the beginning of time. 

     This year, we welcome first year Professor Newton Aureliana, as he has dedicated his life to follow in suit of Mr. Newt Scamander and help these magnificent creatures stay well.  All students are required to have a personal copy of Newt Scamander’s “Fantastic Beasts & Where To Find Them,” other texts will be assigned when deemed necessary as the course progresses.  

DEFENSE AGAINST DARK MAGIC

Professor Cicero Alister

    The Dark Forces of magic will have no hold over you once you complete this course.  Being under the instruction of the wondrous and very capable Professor Alister is both a gift and a great privilege, one which should never be taken for granted.  Our world has been under attack by dark magic more than one would like to admit and this class helps to assure that our students will know how to defend themselves and their loved one, should they ever need to rise to the occasion.  

     Professor Alister has a vast listing of past experiences which make him well over qualified for this position and you should rest well assured that you will be in good hands and learn more than you could ever possibly imagine.

ELIXIRS

Professor Angus Mordecai

    The art of witches and wizards standing over a bubbling cauldron goes far past any record books still intact today.  From concocting the simple remedy for the common cold to brewing the elixir of life, all will need true patience to succeed in this course.  Professor Mordecai comes from a long line of talent in this subject and Ilvermorny has had the honor of being his home for 23 years now.  He brings to the ingredients table a sense of wonder and intrigue that has captured the minds of students throughout his time here.  Know that in his class you will learn not only about this subject, but of yourself as well.

FLYING

Professor Fida Jacmomina

    The sky is the limit, as the saying goes. But here, within Mount Graylock’s silvery skies, you will learn that there are always exceptions. Students of every year are required to take a class on the skill of broom flying. First years will learn the very basics whilst the upper years can take electives on the topic; ranging from long term flying to competitive broom maneuvers.

KNOWING NO-MAJS

Professor Erika Weisz

    Odd creatures they are; those who live day in and out without the power of magic in their blood. Called No-Majs on this side of the waters, the relationship between they and the wizarding folk of America is full of sorrow and distrust. Students of every year are expected to learn about this messy history between the two, as well as a basic understanding of No-Maj lifestyles and culture in order to blend in between with their kind outside in the world.

MAGICAL HISTORY

Professor Berit Aphra

    As a result of the impressively rich and long history of the Magical World that is in the United States, students are expected to take six years of Magical History. Here, they will learn of their founder, Isolt Sayer and her journey from the clutches of Gormlaith Gaunt to the construction of what we now call Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They will learn of MACUSA’s rise to power, and those who sat as its head. They will learn of the Salem Witches who died within a blaze of fire. They will learn it all. That and so much more.

SKINWALKING

Professor Apisi Nero

    The ancient, Native way of transforming oneself into an animal is kept alive within Ilvermorny’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’s hall. Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh years are required to learn this ancient magical techniques; beginning by identifying their chosen creature, then going forth in the next years in perfecting their transformations. 

     Classes are held within the campus’s adjacent forest, underneath the light of the moon during the midsts of the night. It is thought, only then, one can connect truly with their animalistic side.

TRANSFIGURATION

Professor Eponine Avanti

    This class is often viewed on a scale of two very vast extremes, You’re either turning water into rum or turning yourself into a cat.  This course takes transfiguration to a whole new level of extreme and fun.  In your very first two years of education you will come to be able to turn simple objects into whichever your heart desires.  Once you round to your fourth year of instruction in this subject, you will come to participate in Professor Avanti’s game of Transfigure & Seek!  

     This is a final exam well loved by all elder years and many of them are known to offer their assistance to the Professor in helping set up, judge or even sit as spectators to cheer on the fourth years.  You will learn much in this class with no shortage of fun in doing so.

XYLOMANCY

Professor Vernon Gwydion

    Often overlooked within the magical community as a ‘flawed’ version of Divination in other countries around the world, the American Wizarding curriculum has, actually, accepted the branch of future viewing as the main way. The uses of twigs within the natural, ancient forests of the United States, such as the pines of Virginia and the Redwoods of California, combined with the art of Xylomancy crafted by the ancient tribes of the past allow for a clearer way into predicting the outcome of the future; a way completely and utterly unique especially to America.

[funkzpiel]

Little Blue Riding Newt

Based off of this gorgeous, adorable piece of art by @mamin-the-troll and once the little doodles started coming, I just couldn’t resist writing it. So here it is, Little Blue Riding Newt, the smartest whatever-year-old that ever existed because I don’t know how to fucking write children. Please forgive that quirk.

Additionally, this is now evolving into a full story...so I guess more will be coming soon. XD HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? HOW DID THIS EVOLVE INTO A CHAPTERED THING, I DO NOT KNOW. 

Newt was going to visit the nice old man in the woods! The man with the kind blue eyes and the long white beard and the big bushy brows that was always so kind to him. Newt had met him in the market once when he had been looking at books about scary beasts.

“That’s quite a dark tale for a lad so young,” the old man had said, but there had been a twinkle in his eyes – joyous and curious and kind – that made Newt feel encouraged rather than admonished.

Newt looked at the cover of the book again. Two dark red eyes stared back at him from within the depths of the forest on the cover, and at its center, a little girl in a red cloak. He frowned.

“But he has to eat too, doesn’t he?” Newt asked quite innocently.

The old man blinked, surprised.

“Well, yes, but—“

“It’s a mean story,” Newt said firmly. “If she had just shared her picnic with him, she would have been fine.”

The old man laughed, a soft and whimsical thing.

“You think so?”

“Yeah!”

“Maybe,” the man said as he suddenly reached to hand the vendor money, then bent down to clasp his large hands over Newt’s, tightening the boy’s hold on the book. “Keep it. Write a better one, one day – when you’re older. A book to protect people and creatures. One to help people understand these creatures rather than fear them, hmm? We could all use a little more understanding in the world.”

Newt felt a fire grow in his chest – a passion he had always felt suddenly stoked into a blaze. His eyes glittered merrily in his little face.

“You think I can?!”

“I do,” the man said. “In fact, I think maybe you’re the only one who can.”

He ruffled Newt’s hair and stood. The little boy watched as he returned to his carriage, a strange looking bird just barely visible within. Newt switched from tip toe to tip toe to try and see, but couldn’t quite tell what it was. He only stopped when the man leaned out the window of his carriage.

“It was nice meeting you, Mister…”

“Scamander! Newt Scamander!” Newt replied cheerfully, book clutched tight to his chest.

“Newt,” the man smiled. “It was a pleasure. Do take care. Come visit some time, if you’d like to keep pursuing this goal, young man!”

Newt started to run next to the carriage.

“But where do I find you?”

“In the woods, dear boy,” the man smiled. “Where else?”

And then the carriage was gone, and Newt watched it go. He blinked.

What a peculiar old man. He didn’t even tell Newt his name…

And that’s how Newt found himself walking through the woods, tucked tight into his sky blue coat and his little basket of sandwiches plus some fruit for the fairies, if he found any, and some bacon for the beasts, if they needed a snack. He was whistling a merry tune, taking his time jumping in puddles along the path and taking in the huge, vast world around him.

After the man left, he was afraid he’d never find him – the woods were so expansive, after all – but the next day he had found a little bird pecking on his window sill. The moment he opened it, it had flown into his room and unraveled from enchanted parchment into rather ordinary paper in Newt’s hands. And Newt giggled all the while, in awe of the gorgeous showmanship.

It was a map; at its center was a drawing of a little cabin and just scrawled just beside it:

Should you ever need a friendly ear, you can find me here.

A. Dumbledore

The map was very easy to follow, which was good because Theseus would never agree to take him into the woods. None of the townsfolk would, in fact. Newt was the only one enamored with the forest and the life it contained. The only one who thought it beautiful or precious – or so he thought. But now there was this old man, this Dumbledore! Someone who understood!

Newt felt a new bounce to his step as he skipped along, more eager than ever to visit the home of the first person to have ever encouraged his love of all creatures, fanged or otherwise.

He was halfway there according to the map when he heard it, a whimper. Soft and high and keening. Newt went still in the middle of the path, eyes huge and searching as he looked for the source of the sound.

“Hello?” Newt asked, his voice baby soft and worried. “Are you okay?”

The whimpering ceased immediately.

“N-no, no, it’s okay!” Newt said, taking a step forward and speaking to the world at large. “I want to help!”

A growl, soft and angry.

Newt blinked. But he was trying to help! Maybe the creature didn’t understand. Maybe it was just too used to people hurting it. He frowned, just a little, and went first to the edge of one side of the path, then the other. And then he spotted it – a massive black wolf lying at the base of a grand tree. Even laying down Newt could tell the creature was huge; as large as a small horse at least. And it was so close! He’d never been this close to anything wilder than a bunny before. It was…

It was breathtaking. Regal even in injury.

Newt felt pinned beneath those eyes; not because he was afraid, but because he was in awe. They weren’t red at all! Huge, amber jewels within a midnight black face, cool and calculating and watching. Cautious, Newt decided. Hurting. Maybe afraid.

There was blood on the bark near the roots, and even more of it in the grass and the leaves. Something angry and big and metal around his right hind leg, teeth deep in flesh. A Muggle’s hunting trap. Newt gasped and his basket fell with a thud as he covered his mouth with his little hands – eyes watering at the horrible sight. And all the while, the wolf watched him, tail wagging agitatedly as though it were waiting for something.

Newt took a step forward, hands outstretched, and suddenly the growling grew far fiercer. He stopped stock still in his tracks as the wolf attempted to get to its feet to properly intimidate him, only to fall back to the ground with a huff, exhausted from fighting the trap.

The angry rumbling, however, did not stop.

It was scared and it was hurting and it was all grumbly because it couldn’t get away, couldn’t protect itself; and Newt felt horrible. Hated that someone likely from his town had laid the trap. His lower lip quivered, upset because he just wanted to help, why didn’t the creature understand? But forced the feeling down and lowered himself to the path, made himself small – non threatening – unaware that he was doing precisely the right thing. Just following instincts. Small things didn’t scare him. Maybe if he were smaller, the creature wouldn’t mind him so much. He kept his gaze on the creature’s massive paws.

The growling lessened, but the angry thwapping of its tail did not stop.

“I can take that trap off,” Newt said softly as he took a step forward, hands out to prove they were empty. “I have snacks, too, if you’re hungry.”

The growling stopped. He looked up in time to see a strange expression on the creature’s face – head tilted and eyes narrowed. Its tail had stopped its restless beating.

“I can help,” Newt said, voice trembling. He so desperately wished to help. He so desperately wanted to prove the townsfolk wrong. To show them that the little girl in the book was just a little girl in a book. That they could live peacefully with these creatures, if they only bothered to try.

He stopped a foot away.

“Will you let me?” Newt whispered softly, pleading. “Please?”

He remained still as the creature watched him. Patient until finally, the huge wolf nodded at him once, slowly.

Newt was off in an instant, too young to have the patience to hold back his excitement. He didn’t catch how it made the great wolf’s hackles rise, but despite the suddenness of his actions, the wolf remained still.

“It’s a bear trap,” Newt said as he took in the huge maw of steel embedded in the soft fur and flesh of the wolf’s leg. He had gone hunting with his father once. He had been taught how to remove the things, should he ever accidentally step on one. All it took was downward pressure on the flat levers on either side of the massive spring-fueled jaws to open it.

He tried first with his hands, uncaring of how it muddied his pants to be down on his knees as he was. It budged a little, but he was so small and his arms weren’t as strong as metal and springs and cruelty. He bit his lip and stood, determined.

“I’ll get you out!” Newt said, exchanging a promise with the wolf through teary blue eyes before putting a foot on either side of the trap and placing his full weight on the levers. He wasn’t terribly heavy, but it was enough. He felt the trap slowly open beneath him – more and more and more until finally the wolf was able to yank itself free.

And not a second later, it shot to its feet and put some distance between them. Now that it was standing, Newt felt the smallest trill of fear in his chest. Frozen beneath those eyes until finally - a voice.

‘Why did you help me, human?’

Newt’s hands rushed to his mouth to cover his excited grin. It could talk! It was no mere wolf, it was a magical creature! What kind, he wondered! A Werewolf? A Dire Wolf? A Skinwalker or shape shifter of some kind? So many possibilities!

“What are you?” Newt babbled excitedly.

‘Answer my question first, man pup!’

“How are you talking to me?” Newt asked, overwhelmed, and took a step forward to better study the huge beast. “Your lips aren’t moving!”

‘Stay where you are—‘ The creature said, but Newt could hear in its tone that it was losing its firmness, confused by the boy. It took a step back then showed its fangs.

“Is it magic?” Newt asked, boyish and eyes glittering. “I can do magic too! Just a little, though. I’m not old enough, mother tells me.”

He pouted, and the wolf made a strange face. Bewildered.

‘You shouldn’t be here,’ the wolf said, ‘It’s dangerous. I’m dangerous. You should go.’

Newt blinked.

“But so far the only thing that’s hurt anybody was that trap,” Newt said, pointing at the offending item with a fierce little scowl. Then, softly, “Is that why you don’t want to talk to me? Because I’m a human? Because humans did that to you?”

His lip quivered. The wolf took a step back, at a loss. What was wrong with this tiny man pup? Why was it shaking like that and…was it leaking from its face?

“I promise I’m not a mean human!” Newt burst out suddenly, teary eyed and red faced and pleading. “Please be my friend! I’ll give you as much bacon as you want!”

The wolf blinked, then let out a huge, huffing snort. Exasperated.

“I’m sorry someone from my village hurt you,” Newt whimpered, then ran the beautiful blue sleeve of his coat over his face and sniffled. “I just want to be your friend.”

‘You said you have bacon?’

Newt peeked up at the wolf from over the blue of his sleeve and nodded.

With a soft whimper, the wolf delicately lowered itself to the ground. Then, when Newt did not move, it tipped its head to the basket a few feet away and said, ‘well?’

“Oh! Yes, of course!” Newt sprung into action with a small smile and by the time he came back, the wolf could see the child was smiling broadly – excited to help. To eat lunch with him.

“Here you go,” he said as he threw a large slab of bacon at the wolf’s feet, raw and fat and juicy. Despite the regal look of the creature, its stomach growled embarrassingly and Newt couldn’t help but giggle when the wolf merely widened its eyes at the noise, surprised by the strength of it.

“My name is Newt!” Newt said as he pulled out his sandwich, humming all the while. “I want to write a book about magical creatures!”

‘Is that so?’ the wolf asked, more occupied with his meat than with what the child was actually saying.

“Yup!”

‘How wonderful,’ he said dryly.

“Isn’t it?! I’m going to name it ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’!”

The wolf stilled. So a book on how to find them, where best to kill them. He should have known, should have expected it. But the boy had such big eyes; had helped him. A growl threatened to emerge from his throat, angry at being deceived, only to die when he caught sight of the little boy – smiling as he gently pulled the crusts from his sandwich.

“It’s going to show everyone how great creatures are,” Newt babbled happily, unaware of the wolf’s intense gaze. “And then we’ll all be friends!”

The wolf felt something pang painfully in its chest.

‘It won’t make a difference,’ the wolf said coldly. Newt looked up at it from over his sandwich and smiled, a blob of peanut butter on his cheek.

The wolf snorted. Maybe he’d eat the child. That would show him.

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” Newt said cheerfully.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

The wolf stood before the man pup could entrance him anymore. He had been down this road before. He knew what lie at its destination. Axes and pitchforks and flames.

Newt blinked at him.

“Are you going? But I have more bacon!” Newt exclaimed.

The wolf didn’t bother answering him; just started to limp off. Newt hastily threw his sandwich in the basket and followed it.

“Wait! Don’t go! You’re still hurt!”

‘I’m fine.’

“No, you’re not!” Newt said, and stomped one foot on the ground. “You’re so stubborn!”

The wolf whirled on him.

‘I’m the stubborn one?!’

“Yes, you are!” Newt pouted, arms crossed.

The wolf looked at him for a long moment, then turned to walk away again, frustrated.

‘Don’t follow me, man pup,’ he said.

“My name is Newt! And don’t make me follow you!”

The wolf stopped. The child couldn’t follow him deeper in the woods. It wasn’t safe where he was going. The creatures there were hungry, desperate things and it would be dark soon. It turned to regard the child. He was so small, how could a creature as vicious as humans create spawn so small and innocent looking? The wolf felt dread pulling on its heart. It couldn’t leave the boy here. It couldn’t let him follow it any longer. That only left one option.

The wolf sighed.

‘What do you want from me, Newt? I have no gift to give you for your…services.’ Unwarranted though they might be.

Newt blinked, then made a show of thinking.

“I’m going to visit a friend,” Newt said, face lighting up suddenly. “He also likes creatures! I saw one in his carriage! I bet he could help you get better!”

‘I’m fine,’ the wolf said again, but Newt didn’t listen.

“And that way, I won’t be following you anymore! Once I know your leg will get better, I’ll stop bothering you, I promise!”

The wolf stilled.

‘You promise?’ It asked skeptically. Did the child really think it was that easy to gain its trust?

“Yup! Cross my heart and everything!” And then he did this odd little gesture on his chest. “Okay?”

‘Where is this place you’re going?’

“It’s real close! I’m almost there!”

‘And it’s safe there?’

“I promise no one will hurt you!” Newt said quite seriously and the wolf rolled its eyes. Did the child not know where he was? How dangerous it was for him, a small man pup, to be out here? After the boy had taken the time to help it, the wolf now owed him a debt. The wolf cursed the laws of the Fae that ruled the forest.

‘Let’s go, then,’ the wolf said, limping up to stand beside the boy. ‘And see this friend of yours.’

“You’ll love him!” The boy babbled as he wound his small chubby fingers into the great wolf’s fur and began to walk beside it, slow to accommodate its limp. “He’s great.”

‘How long have you known this friend, then?’

“A whole day!” Newt exclaimed brightly, excited.

The wolf felt its heart sink.

Oh this precious man pup was going to die. He could feel it.

Best not to get too attached.

“You know, you never told me your name. Do you have a name, Mr. Wolf?” Newt asked, eyes bright and curious as they looked up at it.

The wolf grumbled.

‘You’ll never see me again after this, man pup. Why bother?’

Newt pouted.

“I thought we were gonna be friends!”

The wolf sighed. It was going to be a long walk.

[youareiron-andyouarestrong]

Newtina back east reporter and rancher? Please?

a city outta clay

// 

Tina pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to look at the wide-eyed, guileless face of the young man before her. “Look, mister, I know you’re not from around here–”

“It’s just Newt, actually,” said the young man cheerfully. “And I’m from London–”

“Yeah, I could tell,” Tina muttered. “Listen, mister, we don’t just talk about the things that live out here in the dust, okay? You never know if they’re listening and they might not like the attention.” 

“I would never dream of disturbing them,” Newt protested, so earnestly Tina is instantly suspicious. “I just want to study them.”

“They like to be left alone,” Tina said. “Most folks around here do,” she added meaningfully, not that he seems to notice. 

He should look out of place among the tumbleweeds and cactus, with his heavy blue overcoat and bow tie, but strangely, he looks like he fits out here, under the clear, arching blue sky, with his tangle of auburn hair and sturdy boots. There are lines around his eyes like a seasoned ranch hand, squinting into the sun and wind. 

Tina sighed. Well, she couldn’t exactly leave him out here, wizarding kind or not. Queenie would have a fit. “All right,” she said reluctantly. “Listen, you can come back to the homestead with me, okay? Queenie will get you a good meal and you can have a bed for the night. Then tomorrow, I’ll take you where you need to be, only if you promise to leave what you see out there alone. Otherwise I can’t be held responsible for what happens to you.”

He beams at her, the desert sun at dawn and Tina is utterly taken aback by it. No one should look that happy at the prospect of meeting a nest full of thunderbirds. “Come on,” she said, perhaps a bit more gruffly than she intends. “Let’s go.” 

He mounted up behind her on her horse Oracle with a certain kind of grace, more so than she would’ve expected from him. “I couldn’t help but notice, Miss Goldstein,” he said as she urged Oracle into into a trot, “that you carry with a rather impressive looking rifle.”

Tina kept her eyes on the horizon. Let him try to judge her. “I run a ranch out here, Mister Scamander,” she said. “And although probably most people wouldn’t notice if I solved all my problems by waving a stick around, I’ve found a well-placed shot works just as well.”  

“Ah,” he said and is quiet for a moment. “Well–I understand, it’s just–I don’t like guns, really. Or weapons of any kind. I find them–abhorrent.”

“You want to know what else is abhorrent?” Tina snapped. “Getting run off my land by that crazy preacher lady Barebone who keeps yelling about how my wearing trousers is a sin, or that my sister and I should be attending their blasted church when we have to get the cattle in on Sunday or the way she treats her kids–” she shut her mouth with a snap.

“Ah,” said Newt again softly. “I see.”

And the trouble was, Tina thought in frustration, he really might. “I don’t mean to be rude,” she said stiffly, remembering the mocking remarks of the young men in town, prickly Porpentina, “It’s just my sister and I are just trying to do the best we can. Life is hard enough for the two of us out here.” 

“I can pay for room and board,” said Newt, matter-of-factly. “If the Barebone woman tries to give you trouble about me. And I assure you I will do my best to conduct my business here quietly.”

Tina glanced over her shoulder at him and sighed. “The paying for the room would help,” she admitted. “Keep all those old cats from carrying on about you staying with us.” A young, handsome, apparently unattached man staying with the two strange Goldstein sisters? The gossip mill in Warding Hill would have a field day. 

“Don’t mention the thunderbirds, or the dust devils, or the skinwalkers, or whatever else you’re here to study to anyone in town, okay?” Tina said sternly as Oracle trotted on. “Folk might know there’s something hiding out here in the desert, but we sure as hell don’t talk about it,” and she pauses, flushing, because he’s a fancy swell from back East with an accent so crisp you could hear the starch in it, and he probably knows dozens of refined ladies who would never swear in front of gentlemen or carry a gun in their saddle. 

“Are the Muggles aware of the magical creatures who live here?” asked Newt in fascination. He hadn’t seemed to notice her lapse of language.

“There’s knowing and there’s knowing,” said Tina, borrowing a phrase from her father. “The trick is to know enough not to get yourself killed.”

This young man with his wide eyes and his open face seemed exactly like the sort of person to walk straight into a nest of rattlers and never notice, but Tina can feel the power thrumming off of him. It sits in his bones like thunder growling far over the horizon, like in the wake of thunderbirds. 

The desert sang when she found him, she felt it right through the soles of her boots. The only other time Tina has heard that happen was when Queenie was born. It means that something is about to happen.  

[laurenisarealstar]

@forcricket

The decaying cabin wood and the shattered windows told stories of desolation. It didn’t mean more couldn’t break if humans felt it necessary. Sadly, Newt couldn’t help but feel exhausted at the thought of fighting another good man.

There was a stillness in his body that reflected an easy confidence, contrasting against an individual whose normal, nervous, frenetic energy was a hallmark. The Magizoologist’s wand was raised to the other’s chest as his other hand pushed the skinwalker behind his lanky form.

Cold rushes of air coiled into tangible smoke as it left his mouth. “I don’t think you have it in you, Director.” He licked his chapped lips, forcing out syllables that felt foreign on his tongue.  “You’re a better man than this…”

[ao3feed-grammander]

Captured beast within a human skin

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2P4UQ4Y

by Willofhounds

Newt Scammander always knew he was different. It wasn't until he was fifteen did he find out how special. An ancient inheritance long forgotten by the magical world comes into play. With that and the one he is betrothed to he must hide what he is and avoid those like him.

Words: 1196, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wolf Lake, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Original Percival Graves, Percival Graves | Gellert Grindelwald, Newt Scamander, Newt Scamander's Mother, Newt Scamander's Father, Gellert Grindelwald, Matthew Donner, Theseus Scamander, Tyler Creed, Willard Cates, Lucas Cates, Vivian Cates

Relationships: Credence Barebone & Newt Scamander, Newt Scamander & Theseus Scamander, Gellert Grindelwald/Newt Scamander, Ruby Cates/John Kanin, Ruby Cates/Tyler Creed, Newt Scammander/Tyler Creed, Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander

Additional Tags: Skinwalker, Skinwalker Newt Scammander

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2P4UQ4Y

[willofhounds]

Captured Beasts within a human skin ch 6

A/N thanks for everyone's support. I'm sorry this is almost two weeks late. There was a death in the family that I had to deal with. Hope you enjoy the new chapter.

Newt's POV

The day that his Yule break started he flooed home. As part of his suspension away from the other students he was not allowed on the train. Not that he minded. With his senses as enhanced as they were the noise would only agitate him.

When he arrived his father and mother welcomed him with open arms. They were proud of him for being a skinwalker. They had high birthrates but only a small percentage lived past their teens. At least that's what he learned from Sherman.

His brother was a little more stand offish. It had been that way since Newt threw the older Scammander across the room.

It was a final person that surprised him. According to both the letter and his parents he wasn't supposed to arrive until the next day. Still Gellert stood leaning slightly against the doorframe. His mismatched eyes held concern and worry for his betrothed.

Newt greeted breathlessly, "Gellert."

It was a surprise to see his betrothed there but not an unwelcome one. He gave his father an inquiring glance.

The elder nodded and said, "The woods would probably be best, Newt. I'm sure you have grown since that night in the hospital wing."

The worry in his betrothed eyes grew but Newt had already grabbed the other's hand. He led him through the manor to outside.

The first thing he checked when they reached the forest was the expansion charms on his clothes. Once he was sure they would hold he removed his robes.

Gellert asked his voice soft and soothing, "What has happened, Newton? Your family wouldn't tell me anything and your letters were vague."

Newt sighed slightly as he answered, "I hid something from them. From you as well. I didn't know for sure that's what I was but all the signs were there. Had it not been for my father's past I certainly would have died on Halloween. Tell what do you know of Skinwalkers?"

Gellert leaned back on his heels as he said, "They are an extinct creature. Its been almost a millennia since they were last scene."

Newt ducked his head as he said, "They aren't extinct. My father comes from a clan of skinwalkers. He wasn't able to make the transformation however. He was never given the option to. To save his life he ran away from the pack."

Gellert didn't say anything. Instead he listened intently.

Newt continued calmly, "On Halloween I did transform. My brother was the one they prepared in case the gene was passed on. Theseus however never changed. When I was small I noticed the changes between myself and those around me. Creatures are comfortable with me. I am not comfortable with humans. With a handful of exceptions."

He glanced at his betrothed. Newt felt comfortable around the man. Just as he felt comfortable with Albus. Both men calmed him. However like Tyler, Gellert calmed his wolf while Albus did not.

Gellert inquired a strange light entering his eyes, "You're skinwalker? What color is your fur?"

"Would you like to see," came his soft but wary question. It would hurt if Gellert didn't want to see him in his other form. However he would respect his betrothed's wishes.

Gellert replied an honest look in his eyes, "Of course, Newton."

"Just dont run," he ordered quietly. Not that he thought Gellert would.

The older man stepped back to allow Newt room to make the change. He called his wolf forward feeling his bones crack and break as the change started. It was faster than the first time he tried and would continue to do so until he perfected it.

It only took a second for a pure black wolf to be standing before Gellert. The older man could only stare at him for a long moment. Then he reached out a hand and gently ran it through Newt's fur. The wolf in him rumbled with contentment.

Gellert said in awe, "You're certainly magnificent. If anyone were to look at you now they wouldn't see an animagi or a werewolf. They would simply see a wolf."

Newt leaned into the warm touch. This was a better reaction than he could have hoped for.

Newt didn't stay long in his wolf form. Changing back was always harder to going to. He never wanted to leave his wolf form for it was freer that his human one. As a wolf he run and do as he pleased.

No matter how many times he changed back he was always stiff afterwards. Gellert gave him a small smile that made Newt blush.

In the end he spent more time with his betrothed than his family. When he went back to Hogwarts things began to change.

Sherman Blackstone who had been healthy before the holidays looked barely as if he was barely keeping it together. When Newt asked if there was something he could do all he got was a shake of the head. Tyler didn't return with him and that put the younger wolf on edge. Something was happening.

[willofhounds]

Captured beast within a human skin ch9

Newt's POV

He flinched at the loud sounds from all around him. It wasn't as bad as the war but it still hurt. His senses were heightened more so than normal with the full moon only the next night.

The docks were as disgusting as ever. The smelled of rotten fish and unwashed people. He quickly made his way out onto the streets of New York. His entire goal was to reach Arizona so he could release Frank. That meant only staying in New York for the day.

New York was not a place he visited and with good reason. They had backwards laws on muggle wizard friendships. Essentially it was illegal to even be friends with a muggle.

He liked muggles. They didn't judge him for the fact that he brought a creature into his school, like the wizards who went to school with him. They saw him as just another man. A socially awkward man but only a man.

A metal click sound drew him back to the present. Dougal looked up at him with worry. His demigise was worried about something. Newt followed his rule in life. Worrying only meant you suffered twice.

Making his way through New York was not easy. His inner wolf wanted to attack the people around him. Too many humans in one spot for his liking.

Something smelled off however. He could vaguely sense the magics of the wizards and witches; but there was something else. A memory tried to surface but it didn't make it.

Heading towards the train station he passed by a bank. The scent was strong on the woman speaking. He wasn't really listening as he realized it didn't belong to her.

It was dark and dangerous. If he was in his wolf form his hackles would be raised. It was in that moment he recognized the scent. An obscurus. If the scent was anything to go by a powerful one.

Newt was surprised when Hubert broke out of the case. Immediately he chased after his Niffler. As he passed the woman though he cast a nonverbal tracking charm on her. If there was an obscurus in the city he would need to find them.

Then he chased after his Niffler. When he came to New York the last thing he expected was to have one of his creatures get loose. Not as unexpected was the choas that ensued.

Chasing Hubert was a messy job. The little creature tended to destroy things. Newt scrambling to catch him didn't help anything.

The muggle man only made it worse as his occamy egg began to hatch. The man struck him across the chin with a briefcase. While he was still dazed an auror grabbed him.

Despite his best attempts at explaining himself he was dragged to MACUSA. He could smell the deception but he wasn't sure why. Then he was dragged before the President.

It wasn't being dragged in front of the most powerful witch in MACUSA that made him pause. She barely even phased the wolf. The scent was that of lunar flowers bathed in moonlight made him pause. It was there buried under a forested scent. If he wasn't so familiar with it he would not have been able to sense it.

It was familiar but one he had not scented since he was 15. Right when the war had first started. The ring that was still on a necklace under his shirt.

The scent came from a dark haired man with grey eyes. The scents didn't belong together. This person's scent did not belong with his skin.

There was a flash of recognition in the man's eyes. That solidified his thoughts.

It was Gellert. Despite his travels he heard of what the man was doing.

"I made your position here

quite clear, Miss Goldstein," Newt blinked at the interruption of his thoughts.

"Yes, Madame President," replied the woman, "but I..."

Picquery growled, "You are no longer an Auror."

"No, Madam President, but..."

This would be his shortest visit to the Ministry. As long as they didnt open his case he could avoid getting dozens of permits.

Goldstein tried to explain, "Theres been a minor incident..."

The woman blew her off, "Well, this office is currently concerned with very major ncidents."

Picquery ordered, "Get out."

"Yes, maam."

Gellert watched them leave with an unreadable expression.

When they finally made it to the wand permit office she inquired, "So, you got your wand permit? All

foreigners have to have them in New York.

He lied, "I made a postal application weeks ago."

She bent down to look through the files, "Scamander... And you were

just in Equatorial Guinea?"

He answered easily, "Ive just completed year in the field. I'm writing a book about magical creatures."

She questioned almost hesitantly, "Like... an extermination guide?"

He snapped, "No. A guide to help people understand why we should be protecting these reatures instead of killing hem."

A dark haired man with onyx eyes appeared. He growled, "Goldstein! Where is she?"

Yelled an angry black haired man, "Where is she? Goldstein! Goldstein," the woman appeared looking sheepish, "Did you just butt in on the

Investigative Team again?"

She nodded. Newt realized that this man looked down upon her. Just like most of the world looked down upon him.

"Whereve you been?"

She tried to deflect, "What?"

The man snapped at him ,"Whered she pick you up?"

He queried mischievous as a Niffler after gold, "Me?"

The glare he received told him the man wasn't amused. Then he turned back to Goldstein, "Have you been tracking them Second Salemers again."

Of coursevnot, sir," lied the woman. Then her eyes flashed at something over Newt's shoulder.

Abernathy snapped to attention as he greeted, "Afternoon, Mr. Graves, sir!"

Gellert returned coolly, "Afternoon, Abernathy."

Tina said showing Newt's case, "Mr. Graves, sir, this is Mr. Scamander.

He has a crazy creature in that case

and it got out and caused

mayhem in a bank, sir."

Gellert allowed an amused twitch of his lips as he said, "Lets see the little guy."

He reached to stop her but she already flipped the latches. When it popped open they were surprised to find a suitcase of pastries. He barely held back a sigh of relief. Then it hit him his creatures were out there. A muggle had them.

Even as his hands clenched at his sides he could feel a pair of eyes on him. He kept his eyes firmly down as he made plans to find the large muggle with his case.

"Tina," came the disappointed sigh.

Then he was gone. Abernathy let him go only a few moments later. It was obvious he didnt trust the woman. Not that it mattered to him he just needed to find his case before any of his creatures were hurt.

That would be the easiest time he had that day. As he left he could feel Gellert's gaze on his back.

[willofhounds]

Captured beast within a human skin ch1

Newt's POV

From the time he was small he knew that he was different. Creatures of all kinds loved and cared for him. People thought of him as strange and didn't want to be around him.

When he was five he noticed that he felt a certain pull to run in the forest outside their manor. To be out under the light of the full moon. At first he was frightened of it. It didn't take long however to realize that no he was not a werewolf.

Finding a book in his parents library explained it. Though he didn't find it until he was nearly eleven. Though it was supposedly only a legend. He read:

There are those on this earth who can walk between the spirit and the human world. They are given the powers to change between human and animal skin.

Those truly intune with their other half find themselves drawn towards creatures and away from humans. They are drawn to the forests and the moon. Some lose themselves to their inner beast and never live as a human again. Others cannot bare the change and die trying to become their inner beast. Others still live and die by the power they receive.

The beginning of the transformation is said to bring unnatural colored eyes and bouts of extreme strength. It is said that the a new skinwalker cannot successfully transform without their clan.

The transformation is said to start in the teenage years. Those that survive typically would have full control before adulthood.

The book didn't have much more useful information after that. All he really knew was that he had some kind of animal inside him. What kind was the question?

For him the strange things didn't end there. Soon he went to Hogwarts where he realized most wizards thought skinwalkers were extinct. Most wizards also hated anything to do with creatures. To them creatures were simply mindless beasts that needed to be put down.

Only his favorite professor really showed an interest in creatures beyond killing them. Despite Newt being a Hufflepuff the man treated him kindly. He allowed the young boy access to all the books he could find on creatures. Newt had to hide his interest in skinwalkers. Even if he liked the professor there was no telling what his reaction would have been.

Things progressed normally or as normally as it could for an upcoming magizoologist. Until Newt's fifth year came along. His parents had been trying to find someone to betrothe him to. Finally a German wizard agreed.

Newt who had never been the confrontational type found himself agitated. He didn't want to be promised to some unknown person. Unbeknownst to the red head he was coming into his inheritance. Even for skinwalkers it was early. Most didn't start showing signs until they were fifteen or sixteen.

The change was causing him to be on edge easier. To try to take the edge off he was in the forest ignoring the fact that he supposed to be meeting his suitor. A hippogriff stood not far grazing. Its eyes occassionally watching him. They were a curious amber.

He lay on the grass allowing the sun to bear down on his face. There was no place he would rather be. Even Hogwarts didn't compare. There weren't any people trying to hurt him. The only ones he missed were Professor Dumbledore and Leta.

When Lena lifted her head to stare at something behind him he knew he wasn't alone. She didn't react in the way if it a family member. Whoever it was, was new to her. That meant they were new to him too.

He bent his head back to see a blond haired man standing in the grass. He was wearing a black dress robe open revealing a grey button down dress shirt and black slacks. He wore shiny black dress shoes. All in all he was the perfect picture of a pureblood heir.

He turned over ducking his head to avoid the other's stare. Even with his turbulent emotions he couldn't meet anyone's eyes. Lena stomped her hoof against the ground. She didn't like being ignored as all hippogriffs hated it.

The man said with a smile as he bowed low at the hip, "I'm sorry noble hippogriff. I should have greeted you first."

Lena eyed the man for a moment before bowing in return. Newt moved closer to her side to put distance between them. The man's mismatched eyes followed the movement as he straightened.

He said with a curious tilt to his head, "Your parents have the entire manor looking for you."

Newt wanted to tsk in irritation but he refrained. This wasn't the time to be showing that his emotions weren't in check. He glanced Lena who was watching them now. She had always been protective of him. Even when no one else cared.

The man said cocking his head to the side curiously, "You are certainly different from what I expected. I've seen your brother on several occasions yet he doesn't compare go you."

Newt felt his face flare up with a bright red blush. He ducked his head away and the whispers that he could hear but not make out grew louder. His connection to the clan he didn't even know was growing stronger. The dreams becoming more frequent.

He said quietly, "Are you the one my parents wanted me to meet? I told them I don't want to be in an arranged marriage. I want to tend to creatures and travel the world."

If his parents heard that they would have his head. They didn't want him talking like that. They thought he should be more Slytherin. He was a Hufflepuff for a reason. He wore his heart on his sleeve.

The man a quiet laugh as he responded, "I can see that. It's not often a hippogriff is so protective of a human. She must care for you a great deal. What's her name?"

Newt found himself replying before he even thought about it, "Her name is Lena. She has looked after me since I was a child."

He didn't hear her move and was somewhat surprised when she nuzzled his cheek. Without hesitation he reached over his shoulder to pet her. The feather were soft against his hand. The familiar motion calmed him.

When the man moved towards him, Newt was reminded of his presence. Blue eyes jumped up to meet the mismatched ones for a brief moment before skirting away again. His eyes rested on the green grass below his feet.

He heard and sensed the man move from his position. When he came closer Newt could see his shiny black shoes in his field of vision. He was close enough to smell the scent of expensive cologne that almost masked the true scent.

The scent was that of lunar flowers bathed in moonlight. It was unlike anything he ever smelled before. Who was this guy?

[willofhounds]

Captured beast within a human skin ch7 preview

At his look of confusion Sherman explained, "The pack is mainly the town members. The clan is the enterity of the Wolf Lake area. There are two other packs who belong to the clan. Willard Cates is the clan and pack head. Out of all our leaders he has lasted the longest uncontested. 25 years of being pack and clan head. That may change tonight for two reasons. One Willard isn't well. He is slowly dying of a cancer that even we cannot treat. The second reason is you. Many of the older wolves will not like bringing you in. While some of the younger wolves like Tyler and the pup pack led by Lucas Cates will accept. The older wolves will see your human side as a weakness."

Being human wasn't a weakness. It was what set them apart from being consumed by the beast.

Newt asked, "What is the difference between us and werewolves? Or animagi? Why would the old wolves see humanity as weakness?"

The two men exchanged glances before Sherman replied an odd look in his eyes, "The older wolves believe that we should return to our roots. Back to the times we spent more time in our wolf skin than our human one. In a way they are not wrong about that. At the same time doing that would make us forget what separates us from beasts. Skinwalkers were what inspired the first animagus. We travel freely between wolf and human skin. Wizards are whatever animal is their animal spirit."

The man paused for a moment then continued, "Werewolves are another matter entirely. Wizards weren't wrong when they thought that the werewolves originally descended from skinwalkers. We dont know when it happened exactly but this story is passed down from black wolf to black wolf as we are the rarest of all wolves. I will explain to you in class why."

Matthew opened his mouth to question but was stopped by an upheld hand. Sherman said his eyes becoming glazed, "When wizards first decided we were dark creatures we hid ourselves. Tried to make ourselves seem more muggle. There were more of us back then and more places in the world where the moon was always full. Because of a select few there are only a handful of communities like ours left. Wizards labeled us extinct almost a millennia ago. They hunted us down like animals. Some of us were stronger in magic than others but they outnumbered us. When we tried to go into hiding that's when the certain members came out. They were the worst of the worst. Instead of helping hide their fellow skinwalkers they chose instead to betray their brothers and sisters. So many of us were lost because of them. Children killed because they had the gene. Adults trying desperately to save their cubs."

Sherman's voice was broken by the end of his recount. Somehow despite the impossibility of it. Harrison knew the other had seen the horrors he spoke of.

They all listened at rapt attention as the man continued, "Those who betrayed us were banished by the moon and Magic herself. Cursed to never change again under their own power. That their bites would forever infect others as punishment for their crimes. Two years before we were officially declared extinct the black wolves banded together. There were more of us back then. So many more," it almost seemed as if he was going to stop again. Then suddenly he spoke, "It was sacrificial magic. A very rare very dark ritual that sacrificed all but one black wolf per clan. Magic gave us safe havens in exchange. Places where the moon would always be full. A place where the betrayers could no longer go for they would be forced to change each night. This is one such community and clan."

His uncle said after a long moment of silence, "I never knew that history Sherman. How many people know about it?"

Sherman gave a grim smile in return, "Only the black wolves."

[willofhounds]

Captured beast within a human skin ch8

Newt's POV

Before he knew it seventh year had come and gone. Newt had grown tall far taller than many of his classmates. Despite his height he kept his lithe body structure.

Graduation was simple and it was the first time he was allowed to interact with the other students in two years. In his time he gained control over his inner wolf. It no longer pained him to make the change.

Over the time Sherman had grown more and more ill. His time was coming to leave this world. The older wolf told him not to be sad for him. That he was glad to have met such a young man with an interest in creatures. Sherman believed he would be the one to change the world's views on creatures.

Albus as he insisted to be called gave him a suitcase. It had an undetectable expansion charms on it. When Newt tried to refuse the gift Albus insisted. The man wanted to see him become a magizoologist. The case would help him with that.

In the end Newt agreed. When he left Hogwarts he was immediately drafted into the war. His abilities with creatures put him in the dragon riders group.

He worked side by side with the Ukraine Ironbellies. The war was terrible more than once he thought he wouldn't see the end of it.

In the two years that the war continued on Newt recieved more scars than any other soldier in his group. Some were from dragons. Others were from the enemies.

When the war came to an end he naively thought they would let the dragons go home. When they came for the dragons he knew something was terribly wrong. The wizards aimed to kill them.

Newt fought long and hard to protect the creatures. However he was just one man and even he could not take on an entire squad by himself. He watched in horror as his dragons died one by one.

In a last ditch effort to stop them his put himself in between the wizards and the corpses. His normally green eyes flashed gold as his wolf came forward.

The sun having set and the moon having risen gave him renewed strength. His magic lashed out against the wizards who dared to harm his pack. Eventually the were forced to apparate. Newt was left to dispose of the bodies.

Using his magic fueled by anger and pain he cast the only spell he knew that could destroy the bodies. Friendfyre. It left him exhausted so much so that he didn't have the energy left to apparate out.

His fell to his knees before the bodies as they disappeared slowly to nothing. A muffled crack let him know that he was no longer alone. A familiar scent of fire on an open plain overrode the the scent of burning flesh as arms enclosed around him.

Panic set in first until the scent registered in his mind. Newt knew that scent. It was Tyler's scent and one that he had not smelled since the other was drafted.

For the first time since Newt was drafted he allowed himself to cry. Turning so that he could bury his face in Tyler's chest.

Tyler didn't say anything. He didn't offer any false reassurances. Instead he just held the younger man. Held and offered what little comfort he could provide.

Even when Newt's tears dried and they left no words were exchanged. Tyler's once kind blue eyes were hardened with the horrors of war. Newt knew his own were the same. No one went to war and came out unscathed.

Before men were honorably discharged from the military the next morning. Newt having stay with Tyler woke up disoriented and unsure of where he was.

It wasn't until he found an ill looking Sherman Blackstone in the kitchen did the memories come back. His heart clenched painfully at remembering his dragons. Though for as long as he lived he would never forget them. Never would he forget their sacrifice.

Sherman didn't say anything at first. Instead he watched the younger black wolf struggle with his demons. There was little that could be said to comfort. Even Sherman who was older than anyone else knew this. All anyone could do was offer their presence and a listening ear if it was needed.

A week later Newt chose to leave them in search for creatures to help. Tyler had a kicked puppy look on his face but accepted that Newt wasn't one to stay in one place. He wanted to help creatures and educate the world. With the promise of returning as often as he could the pack said their goodbyes.

Not long into his journey he was contacted by a private investor. They wanted him to write a book on magical creatures. He readily agreed to it.

In his travels particularly when he ended up in Germany he always felt as if he was forgetting something. With as many creatures as he had he was never able to dwell on it for long. Still the nagging feeling never left even two years later when he ended up in New York to return a trafficked Thunderbird to its home.

[willofhounds]

Captured beast within a human skin ch11

Newt's POV

Turning to MACUSA's president he said, "I have a plan to stop him but it would mean using one of my creatures. The natives called him a Swooping Evil. He could incapacitate the one using Graves's skin without hurting him."

Picquery queried staring at his case, "Exactly how many creatures do you have in that case Mr. Scammander?"

Newt paused. How was he supposed to answer that? MACUSA wasn't exactly accepting of magical creatures. In fact, having as many as he did would put him in prison for a very long time. That wasnt something he was interested in.

On top of that, he was still missing Dougal. Out of all of his creatures, Dougal would be the most difficult to catch. Being able to turn invisible was the least of his abilities. He could also see the most likely future. So if he didnt want to be caught then he wouldn't.

Being in New York was one of the worst places for Dougal. There were too many people for the poor creature. Too many possibilities. This could cause his emotions to go haywire. Just like any creature when stressed and scared they would lash out.

MACUSA would not hesitate to put Dougal down if they saw him as a threat. That would break Newt's heart if it happened. All of his creatures looked to him for protection. To let even one down would mean he failed. Just like with his dragons.

That was what made his decision for him. He turned his cold eyes still that wolf-like amber color to her. To his surprise, she flinched away. Even for someone who knew of what he was he able to scare her.

He growled, "I have creatures. Know this Madame President I will do anything to protect them. You will not harm them as long as I am still standing."

For a long moment, her dark eyes searched his. Then she nodded her acceptance as she said, "For now Mr. Scammander I will accept that. But know this you will have to receive permits for each of your creatures. If you are to stay here that is."

"One problem at a time," he snapped back. Then he took a breath to calm himself and continued, "The best course of action would be to try and take him here. There would be fewer chances of escape or muggle casualties."

On top of that, he could change freely between wolf and human here. If Gellert tried to run he wouldn't get far against Newt's wolf. Running would only incite the beast into a chase.

Picquery nodded as she said, "That's extremely reasonable. Will your Swooping Evil cause to the building?"

Carefully he thought about before responding, "No. Though he will try to eat people's brains."

The look on her face said that it didnt make her feel any better. The plan was set and Picquery went to get aurors that were loyal.

Newt for his part checked the Swooping Evil that was hanging out in his cabin. The creature absolutely adored him and the feeling was mutual.

Softly he asked, "Will you help me with something?"

A quick nuzzle to his cheek and the creature wrapped itself around his wrist. A quick check of his creatures told him that they were scared but safe. No one had been hurt by the roughness earlier. If they had hell would have been raised for it.

When he left his case the room was still empty. Lucky for him that Gellert didn't try to come talk to him again. Their plan wouldn't work with just him alone.

Carefully he locked up his case so that nothing would happen to his creatures. Then he walked out of the interrogation room and towards the main atrium.

As he entered the atrium he could see aurors of all sorts. Queenie was across the long stretch from him. Tina was next to her. Her bright eyes met his. She nodded. They knew what was going on and were ready.

Newt flexed his wrist as Gellert walked out. The man was looking like he had to be somewhere. It was likely to wherever the obscurus was.

With his scent tracking ability, he should be able to find the obsucial. It wasnt a guarantee but their unique scent would lead him to at the very least a general area. As he told Picquery one problem at a time. If they didnt focus all their attention on the Dark Lord they would lose.

Newt kept to the shadows as much as he could. It earned him looks of suspicion from the aurors that didnt known what was going on. For the moment he ignored them. If Gellert saw him before they were ready it could blow the whole operation.

It was why he preferred to work alone. If it didnt go his way there was no one else to blame but himself. No one else to get hurt but him. He couldn't be risky here. There were more lives at stake than just his own.

Gellert's POV

The last few hours had been more frustrating than he had in a long time. Infiltrating MACUSA had been difficult but with how reclusive Graves was he didnt have any problems. The only one that really watched him closely was Picquery.

The President was the only person that was close to Graves. There was suspicion in her dark eyes. In Graves's memories, he found that she knew that was a skinwalker.

He had been careful not to torture the man. Only using legimmency to get the needed information. He would not risk angering the skinwalkers. Especially not his betrothed.

Despite being apart for so long he recognized Newt immediately. He knew that Gellert was playing as Graves. If there was one thing he knew about the younger man was that he wouldn't get involved.

Newt Scammander didnt choose sides. He would go well out of his way to avoid conflict except when it concerned creatures. That was something he could respect.

It had been a mistake when he tried to take the case from his betrothed earlier. He realized it immediately after calling the case to him. Of all the things that could have happened Newt transforming in the middle of ICW was not one he thought would happen.

Picquery had immediately taken charge. Gellert had noticed her suspicions only increased. He had to wonder if she thought he would kill Newt. Even with him getting in the way of Gellert's plans the older man could not kill him.

As he left Newt in an interrogation room with Picquery he felt his magic tug. Credence was calling him back to the orphanage. Maybe the boy had finally found the child.

As he made his way towards the exit of Woolworth's building he felt eyes on him. They were not friendly eyes. Someone had more than a little suspicion about him.

Was Picquery going to make her move now? It was a little earlier than he thought it would be. If things went down now he would have fo hurry to finish his plans. Otherwise, there was a chance that they would find the obscurus first.

Subtly he fingers his wand as aurors began to surround him. He frowned at the sight of them. They had their wands drawn and pointed him.

Gellert questioned grey eyes narrowing at them, "What do you think you are doing?"

Picquery answered from behind him, "Percival Graves you are under arrest. Aurors relieve him of his wand. Now."

Spells were fired in rapid succession at him. If he was anyone else he would not have been able to block them. However, he was not just anyone.

Each spell sent his way was blocked or redirected. Picquery was sending spells along with her aurors but they seemed half-hearted. Something was wrong here. What was he missing?

As he raised his wand to start sending spells of his own something gripped sticky his wrist. It pulled his wrist down and he couldn't stop it. Gellert's other wrist was gripped by an equally strong and sticky thing.

A spell then hit him in the back of the legs knocking him to his knees. Turning he saw a blue creature had his arms. It wasnt one he knew or even heard of. That meant only one person could have attacked him.

Newt stood holding what seemed to be the creature's tail. His green eyes were held more life to them than he had seen since his betrothed arrived in New York. Despite not enjoying fighting it brought out life in his eyes.

Internally he sighed. He didnt get to complete his goals here but that didnt mean it was over. Newt would find the obscurus and things could go from there. One just had to be flexible.

Turning his attention to Picquery he asked mockingly, "Do you think you can hold me?"

Picquery responded, "We will do our best, Mr. Grindelwald."

Then he was unceremoniously brought back to his feet. Magic binding cuffs were placed on his wrists. Then Newt released his creature with a sharp whistle.

The creature returned to the green-eyed man. A small smile crossed Newt's face as he gave quiet praises. Some things never changed.

The aurors pushed him towards the exit. When they came up to where Newt stood he stopped. His betrothed avoided his gaze for several moments. Gellert huffed quietly but that drew Newt's gaze to his own.

He asked quietly so that only Newt could hear, "Will we die, just a little?"

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[willofhounds]

Captured beast within a human skin ch8 preview

Newt's POV

Before he knew it seventh year had come and gone. Newt had grown tall far taller than many of his classmates. Despite his height he kept his lithe body structure.

Graduation was simple and it was the first time he was allowed to interact with the other students in two years. In his time he gained control over his inner wolf. It no longer pained him to make the change.

Over the time Sherman had grown more and more ill. His time was coming to leave this world. The older wolf told him not to be sad for him. That he was glad to have met such a young man with an interest in creatures. Sherman believed he would be the one to change the world's views on creatures.

Albus as he insisted to be called gave him a suitcase. It had an undetectable expansion charms on it. When Newt tried to refuse the gift Albus insisted. The man wanted to see him become a magizoologist. The case would help him with that.

In the end Newt agreed. When he left Hogwarts he was immediately drafted into the war. His abilities with creatures put him in the dragon riders group.

He worked side by side with the Ukraine Ironbellies. The war was terrible more than once he thought he wouldn't see the end of it.

In the two years that the war continued on Newt recieved more scars than any other soldier in his group. Some were from dragons. Others were from the enemies.

When the war came to an end he naively thought they would let the dragons go home. When they came for the dragons he knew something was terribly wrong. The wizards aimed to kill them.

Newt fought long and hard to protect the creatures. However he was just one man and even he could not take on an entire squad by himself. He watched in horror as his dragons died one by one.

In a last ditch effort to stop them his put himself in between the wizards and the corpses. His normally green eyes flashed gold as his wolf came forward.

The sun having set and the moon having risen gave him renewed strength. His magic lashed out against the wizards who dared to harm his pack. Eventually the were forced to apparate. Newt was left to dispose of the bodies.

Using his magic fueled by anger and pain he cast the only spell he knew that could destroy the bodies. Friendfyre. It left him exhausted so much so that he didn't have the energy left to apparate out.

His fell to his knees before the bodies as they disappeared slowly to nothing. A muffled crack let him know that he was no longer alone. A familiar scent of fire on an open plain overrode the the scent of burning flesh as arms enclosed around him.

Panic set in first until the scent registered in his mind. Newt knew that scent. It was Tyler's scent and one that he had not smelled since the other was drafted.

For the first time since Newt was drafted he allowed himself to cry. Turning so that he could bury his face in Tyler's chest.

[willofhounds]

Captured beast within a human skin ch 10

Newt's POV

Chasing down his case wasnt very difficult. It was too however by that time. Kowalski had already opened his case. Several of his creatures had escaped.

Newt had the scents of each of his creatures memorized. If it wasnt for Tina Goldstein following him he would have changed to find them. He knew better than to do it in front of one who was not a skinwalker. She would never understand.

Kowalski he found had been bitten by his murtlap. The poor thing had been terrified when he put her back in his case.

They were taken back to Goldstein's apartment. Newt was treated to one of the best meals since he left the pack. Queenie was a good cook and had a kind heart. Tina, he believed also had a good heart but she wouldn't disregard the laws.

When the two sisters went to sleep he treated Jacob and did a headcount. Three creatures were missing. The only question was if he would take Jacob with him.

That decision was made for him. Jacob wouldn't let him go on alone. It was either go with the muggle or wait till morning. Newt didn't have it in him to attack the man.

Catching his Erumpent had been more difficult than he anticipated. Poor Jacob had nearly been trampled. Then they had gone back into his case and someone had locked it from the outside.

That had caused immediate panic in him. He hated being trapped by another person. Wolves weren't meant to be caged. They were meant to run free.

Jacob watched him pace in the shack inside the case. Agitation rolled off of him in waves. When a knock came at the top of his case.

The next moment he was up and out of his case. They were in a meeting area of MACUSA. Dozens of witches and wizards surrounded them.

Newt helped Jacob out of the case trying very hard not to go for his wand. A voice said, "Scammander."

"Theseus Scammander? The war hero?"

"No this is his little brother."

Newt greeted with a smile full of teeth, "Hello, Minister."

The man seemed taken aback by his boldness. The Minister had never been around him close to the full moon. Or when his wolf was so close to the surface.

Unlucky for him both were true right now. It made him bolder and more ready for a fight. He still had not forgiven the Ministry for killing his dragons.

The Minister shot back at the other officials as Newt examined the projection in front of them, "No this is his little brother. A creature lover. What are you doing here Scammander?"

Newt quipped, "I'm here to buy a birthday present."

"What are you really doing here Scammander?"

He grin became nearly feral at the question. It caused the man to step back.

A woman asked drawing his attention back to the projection, "Mr. Scammander do you know which of your creatures did this?"

Newt growled low in his throat, "You know that this wasnt done by one of my creatures. Look at those marks. Only one thing could have done this. An obscurus."

All the ministers took a large step back. Fear was in their eyes. They knew what an obscurus was and what they could do.

Picquery snapped, "That's impossible! There are no obscurus in New York."

A wolfish growl escaped him. He hated being called a liar. If she wanted to have a wolf problem she would keep pushing.

There was a flash of recognition in her eyes. Almost like she knew what was going through his mind.

She ordered, "Impound that case, Graves!"

"Wait," he snarled, "No. Give that back."

Gellert used wandless magic to call Newt's case. There was no stopping what happened next. Unbridled fury filled the wolf.

His normal green eyes became the amber of the wolf. His bones began to shift into longer legs. Black fur began to sprout from his body. His canines sharpened into the fangs of a wolf.

Newt stood in his full wolf form fangs bared and ready for battle. Gellert in Graves's body looked dumbfounded. His betrothed had only seen him in his wolf form once.

At that time he was still a puppy. He had grown since that day. Muscles had grown more defined both from running with the pack and from the war.

Picquery shouted as all those in the conference drew their wands, "Don't! It's a skinwalker! Do you want to have two wars on your hands? Grindelwald is enough of a problem."

She knew what he was? How?

Then the realization hit him. She just revealed what he was to the IWC. Skinwalkers were supposed to be extinct in the eyes of wizards.

Piquery then turned back to him as the wands began to lower. She sighed, "Mr. Graves ask him to return to his human form."

That set off alarm bells. Graves was a skinwalker? Then he remembered that this man was not Graves. It was Gellert in the American's skin.

It was possible for skinwalkers of different packs to communicate. Though it was infinitely more difficult than if they were of the same pack. Or even if they were of the same clan.

There was no tale-tell pressure on his mind. Baring his fangs he kept his gaze on his case. The only way he was changing back was if he had his case.

Gellert looked from him to the case before lowering it slowly to the ground. The moment it touched the ground Newt lunged for it. There wasn't a stumble most people would have done but there was a surprise.

Suspicion went through Picquery's eyes as Newt carried away his case. Only once he was back in front of Jacob did he change back.

There was still more amber than green in his eyes. His wolf was just beneath the surface.

His hand was on the handle of his wand. Just because his case was back in his possession didn't mean he trusted any of them. They could attack him at any moment. If they killed him that would start a war with his clan.

Picquery ordered, "Aurors take Mr. Kowalski and Miss Goldstein away. Oblivate the no magic and leave Miss Goldstein to an interrogation room. I wish to speak to them separately. Mr. Scammander I will speak with you first. Graves show him to a room."

Gellert replied, "Yes, Madame President."

A warm hand enclosed around his upper arm. It took everything in him not to snarl again. Fighting any longer would not help him or his creatures.

He was led in a separate direction from Jacob and Tina. There was anger in him from Tina almost making him lose his creatures. Still, he didn't want her hurt or in trouble. All he wanted was to release Frank.

They went down into the depths of the building. Passing Aurors who barely gave them a glance.

Newt was pushed firmly into an interrogation room and Gellert followed. Gellert questioned, "Why are you here, Mr. Scammander?"

Newt responded his amber eyes holding his anger, "I am here for a birthday present as I have said. You might have a different face but you cannot change your scent."

A smile crossed the man's face even as his face remained the same. Gellert said, "I should have known you recognized my scent the moment you saw me yesterday. Just as I recognized you even though it has been several years. Though the amber eyes are new. Let me see your green eyes, Liebling."

Different face and voice but the same man he met as a child. Could the man he was betrothed to really do what they said he did?

They were interrupted by the door opening. Picquery strode into the room her eyes on both of men.

She ordered coldly, "Graves leave. I wish to talk to Scammander alone."

Gellert moved away from him and nodded to Picquery. As he did so Newt caught an underlay in his scent. It was the dark dangerous scent of an obscurus. This man had been close to the child. Close enough to touch.

Gellert left without another word or look in his direction. Once they were alone she put up privacy and silencing wards.

Once they were set Piquery said, "You might not know this but all members of the ICW know of the skinwalkers. How skinwalker are still alive. We keep it from most wizards so as to avoid our right war. We stay out of their way they stay out of ours."

It must have been the alphas of the clans' decisions. Only those who needed to know knew about it. That explained a lot.

As he wasnt the only black wolf of the pack he didn't have to know yet. Sherman's time was fast approaching, however. When he died Newt would have to return to the pack.

Newt sighed tired his heart rate calming and his eyes returning to their normal green color, "You recognized me for what I am. How?"

"Percival Graves," she answered, "He is a skinwalker. We went to school together and were good friends. For some time now I have had my suspicions about the one wearing his face. I just didn't have any proof that it wasnt him beyond my instincts. When he did not reach out to you in the way only skinwalkers can I knew the truth. That man is not Percival Graves."

Newt leaned back on his heels. MACUSA even at their President's word would not arrest someone without proof. Gellert simply not using the normal way of communicating wasnt enough.

They would have to duel and reveal him that way. Otherwise, it was their word against his. Few would give any credit to his word. To them, he was a wolf. Little better than the creatures that resided within his case.

Newt froze. That was it. Swooping evil would give them an advantage in a fight against Gellert. As much as he hated to there wasnt a choice here.

If he wanted to find the obscurus he had to remove the competition from the fight. Gellert would not only get in the way. He might actually hurt the child. That Newt could not allow.