#tyler creed/newt

[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.

[ao3feed-gravesnewt]

Captured beast within a human skin

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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

[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

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[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 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 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 ch4

Sherman's POV

The trip to Hogwarts had been made quickly. A young wolf's life was at stake. They would worry about how the wolf was raised outside the clan later. Though Sherman knew this would fall back on him.

The group he rounded up was Vivian Cates mate to the alpha. Willard Cates alpha of the clan. Tyler Creed was coming because he thought the new wolf might be his mate. The final one was Matthew Donner. While Matthew had not changed in almost a decade he still had a calming effect on new wolves.

Most new wolves felt the need to run and never stop. So when a new one was going through the change they brought Matthew. If that didn't work Willard or Will as he preferred by his friends could calm them.

When they arrived the Headmaster met them at the gates. It did not take long for them to be ushered to the infirmary.

Immediately Vivian took stock of the situation she asked, "How long has he been trying to transform? How long between vibrations?"

Sherman could see the way the boy tensed and ever so slight the was vibrations on his abdomen. They were not easy to see to the untrained eye.

Sherman moved to stand by the boy's bed ignoring the answers and more questions. He placed his hand gently on the boy's head. It was warm far warmer than it should have been for a human.

Wolves had the ability to project their thoughts outward across the pack bond. While Newt's hold on the bond was tenuous at best he could feel the boy's thoughts. Internally Newt was crying out for help.

Sherman could see flashes of the boy's wolf. As he suspected it was a black wolf. The first in over a thousand years.

The last black wolf had been Sherman himself. People thought he was joking when he said he was a nine hundred year old high school biology teacher. He wasn't.

Black wolves only died when their successor came. That could be ten years or a thousand. It all depended on the pack they belonged to.

Thankfully their pack had been at peace for years. There had been very little issues beyond the usual wolves fighting with each other. Even that had become a minimum.

Tyler questioned to stand next to him, "Is he okay?"

The ice blue eyes were on the young boy's form. They held just a hint of worry. It wasn't something Sherman was used to seeing in Tyler. The young man wasn't one to show his emotions about anything.

Sherman said his eyes on the boy, "Its going to be a struggle. He didn't grow up in our world. No doubt he is going to fight this every step of the way. Most wolves with a strong human side do."

Riley said drawing their attention, "Honestly I think we have this backwards, Sherman. Newt has always been on the wild side. Even as a small child. I once found him playing with a group of bowtruckles that he found. On top of that he can't look anyone in the eye. He is more in tune with his wild side than most wolves that I grew up with. I don't think the problem will be the initial change. Instead it will be returning to being human."

Sherman was startled when the boy let out a loud snarl. His body was beginning the process of changing.

Vivian Cates breathed in surprise as pitch black fur began to come forward, "A black wolf. But that mean.. Sherman."

All the wolves turned to him sadness in their eyes. They knew that from here on out he would slowly die. That is if this boy survived.

Will said, "Sherman, Riley keep the wizards back. Tyler you see if you can slip past the boy's occulemy shields. If my suspicious are correct you will be what helps him through this. Vivian prepare as you normally would."

Sherman turned to find the Headmaster and Deputy Headmaster watching. Dumbledore's eyes held worry for his student. Dippet looked concerned but he acknowledged that there wasn't much he could do here.

Sherman and Riley led them to another part infirmary. They could watch what was happening but could not interfere.

Albus asked his eyes turning to Sherman, "Will he be okay? I have seen a lot of things but never anything like this."

Sherman replied honestly, "I don't know. If he grew up with the pack then I would say he had a good chance. He didn't however. We didn't even think it was possible for him to get the gene. Riley was right however. It should have been obvious with how intune he is with creatures."

Dippet said quietly, "I understand that he isn't a werewolf but the board will not want someone with a caged beast around students. We will have to come up with a way to prevent him from being expelled."

Dumbledore replied just as quietly, "Private tutoring with professors. We have plenty of unused quarters."

Both men thankfully liked Newt. Otherwise the poor boy would have likely been thrown from the school. At least they wouldn't be completely uprooting the boy's life.

Dumbledore sucked in a gasp and Sherman turned to see Tyler place his forehead on the younger's. They were right in bringing the young alpha wolf. If Newt was truly calling out to him then there was only one explanation. Mates.

Newt's POV

His body felt like someone has used a blood boiling curse on him. He couldn't move at all and he felt as if he was 100 degrees too hot. All he wanted was for it to stop.

In his mindscape he could see a dense forest around him. Instinctively he knew it wasn't real but it didn't stop the hope. Whereas he couldn't move his true body he could move about here.

A rustling drew his attention to the side. A wolf with grey fur and ice blue eyes came out. Despite knowing he had never seen this wolf before he felt drawn to it. Its scent was that of a fire on an open plain scent.

A nearly jumped in surprise when a soft rumbling voice said, "You have to stop fighting the change. If you don't you will die."

Newt croaked out not understanding where the voice came from, "Where are you? Why can't I see you? What do you mean fighting the change? I'm not fighting it. I want to know who I am."

The wolf turned its head to the side curiously. It reminded Newt of himself when he met a new creature. Curious and attentive but not dangerous.

It then moved towards him and Newt bent down. Standing as tall as he was could be perceived as a threat.

The rumbling voice asked confusion lacing its tone, "Then why do you not change? You are one of us. It hurts at first but in the end it is necessary."

"Who are you?" came his nearly inaudible question.

The wolf nuzzled his hand gently as it rumbled softer, "I am your mate. At least one of them. Let me help you."

Newt could tell he wasn't lying. This was one of his mates. He knew that he would have a choice between at least two. If he was considered truly lucky and blessed it would be three. He doubted it though. He wasn't that powerful.

His arms encircled the wolf's warm body. The ache from his own feverish warmth abated slightly. Behind the grey wolf he could see another wolf coming.

This one was smaller and had pitch black fur. Its green eyes were the exact same as his own. Newt didn't feel an ounce of fear at seeing it. While others would have run from it, he was curious.

When their eyes locked Newt saw through its memories. He watched as they grew up together. How the wolf helped him form his bond to creatures. The pride it felt when they came to him. He could feel the connection between him and the grey wolf. There were two other connections one was strong. The other seemed to be barely hanging on by a thread. Were these his mate bonds?

Honestly he didn't know how he felt about having destined mates. Already he met and talked to someone that he cared about. Gellert wasn't a bad man and Newt could see himself being happy. At least as long as he was allowed to travel and do as he wished.

The black wolf came closer and their bodies melded together. Newt felt an instance pain as all of his bones broke and reformed all at once. He let out a harsh cry of pain that quickly became a howl.

He didn't know when he shut his eyes but when he reopened them the forest was gone. Immediately he recognized the infirmary. In the next moment he realized that the fire that had threatened to consume him was gone.

A warm hand stroked the fur on his side. Wait fur?

The hand retracted as Newt tried to sit up immediately. Only to find his body was not what he remembered it to be. It was covered in dark black fur. His face was longated into that of a muzzle. His arms were longer and instead of hands there was paws.

The hand was back calmly going through his fur. It was then that it hit him. He had made his first change. Not only that but he had survived it!

Relief flooded his system at the thought. Everything was going to be okay now.