Unspoken // Theseus Scamander

Chapter Six - Dreams

Word Count: 1,878 words. 

Warnings: None. 

It was nice. The lodgings that the Ministry had set me up in. Small, at least half the size of my apartment in London, but rather long in shape. There was a small kitchen, albeit it was a single counter and a fridge, and the bed was a single but it was quaint.

There was a even smaller desk by the window, in which I had taken any of the files from my bags – which had luckily been there when I arrived – and placed them in a specific order. I had made use of the blank wall to the right of the table to place particular pages in a different light. Magic was quite resourceful in keeping them in the air.

I was in way over my head. I knew that. Everyone knew that. This was the first time that I had been trusted enough to be near a real Auror's investigation and I was about to mess it up by putting a new note on the wall.

"Percival Graves," I muttered, flicked my wand and watching as his picture appeared beside the rest.

Perhaps he wasn't up to anything other than simply manipulating a kid. I mean, he was a man and an Auror. I didn't put it past him, but the vision? Were there archives in MACUSA that could tell me if his family had Seer blood?

There was a loud knock on the door, and I turned towards it quickly. Eyes gliding off of the picture of the Auror slowly, I turned the doorknob and pulled it open.

When I wasn't greeted by a face at my height, I turned my gaze down. There was a House Elf on my doorstep.

"Hello there," I greeted. "How can I help you?"

The small creature held out a small bundle of letters. "Mail for Miss Clayton."

"Thank you," I replied, taking the letters from him.

With the snap of his fingers, the House Elf was gone again, and I was left staring at air outside my door.

With a heavy breath, I closed the door of the room and rifled through the envelopes. One from the British Ministry, one from MACUSA.

"Aberforth Dumbledore?" I questioned out loud, brows furrowing in confusion. I hadn't talked to him in years.

Yes, I had visited him in The Hog's Head on occasion, gotten a Butterbeer and sometimes something a lot stronger. Abe and I had a relationship that didn't entirely make sense. It wasn't one that I needed to constantly nurture or take care of, rather it was one that I needed only to send the random letter or drop into Hogsmeade for a surprise visit. It had always been like that, even when I was a child. He had been in my house so often in Godric's Hollow that we had become incredibly close. My favourite days were the ones when he would come to see Anna. I was devastated when he stopped. When Anna found out she was pregnant.

I hadn't understood at the time the repercussions of Aurelius. Of what possible trouble he could bring if the truth behind his heritage were to be revealed. I did now, but it was too late to do anything about it. The only thing that I knew about Abe and I were that we were probably the only people in the world that truly understood each other, which was why this letter was concerning.

Letters still in hand, I opened the one from Abe, unfolding the parchment to read it. Barely half of the first page was covered with ink.

Natalia,

I am not one for letters, as you well know, but I fear that this is something dire and I must bring it to you attention, despite the dissuading words of my older brother.