Unspoken // Theseus Scamander

Chapter Eleven - The Obscurus

Word Count: 2,784 words. 

Warnings: Violence? 

"Graves!" I called out, spotting the Auror hurrying down the stairs of MACUSA.

His eyes met mine quickly before widening. "Miss Clayton, what are you doing here?"

I shook my head, now on the same step as him. "I was following Miss Goldstein," I admitted. "She took – "

I cut myself off, noticing the case that Percival held in his grasp. It was Newt's case. He turned his gaze to the case, pulling it further behind him as though he thought that I would try to reach for it.

"Mr Scamander was arrested for illegal conduct and the release of several dangerous creatures into the streets of New York," he explained. "The President believes that it was one of these creatures that is responsible for the deaths we have been investigating – "

I scoffed. "Excuse my language Mr. Graves but you and I know that that is utter bullshit. We know what is responsible for these attacks."

"And we are no closer to finding the child," he tried.

I hesitated. I had found him, and it was the last person that the man in front of me would expect it to be. I couldn't tell him the truth, how could I? Credence would be taken and used. He was far older than any normal Obscurial. They would push to discover why, and if my feeling was right about him... then I would sending the only blood family I had left to their death.

"Newt's creatures are not dangerous," I argued softly, meeting Graves' gaze. "They only attack when others try to hurt them. They are not monsters."

Graves looked around him for a moment, but I wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for. It was too late, or rather too early for anyone to be in. Those that walked through the doors were the employees that began the working day.

"He has a Obscurus in here," Graves told me, his voice a hushed whisper.

The girl from Sudan. "What?" I questioned.

Percival took my arm gently, pulling me down the stairs and towards the interrogation rooms. "I understand that he is your friend Natalia," – I hated the way my first name sounded on his lips – "but he has a captured Obscurus in this case. Perhaps it is the one we are dealing with."

I shook my head. "It cannot be," I disagreed. "The curse is completely harmless without its host. It cannot attack anything on its own."

"Regardless," he began as we approached a nearby door. "I have a few questions for your friend."

Stepping inside, I took note of Newt sitting at the small metal table. Tina stood not three paces behind him, a witch at her side. Scamander's eyes lit up as he watched me enter but they fell quickly when Graves followed, placing the case down on the table.

Percival took a seat in front of Newt and I kept close to his side. "Graves..." I began but he cut me off with a stern movement of his hand.

Biting the inside of my lip, I tried to think of a way out of this. Convicted, Newt could suffer anything as far as complete Obliviation or even execution. I had filed enough of the reports to know that there was very little leeway when it came to British law. I had no doubt that American laws were not much better. Best case, he'd be sent back to England and imprisoned in Azkaban. I couldn't let that happen either.

"You're an interesting man Mr. Scamander," Graves commented, settling back into his chair.

"Mr. Graves..." Tina tried, taking a step forward. He only shook his head at her intrusion. She didn't say another word.