Fantastic Beasts: Fate of the Magic

Inside the mind of the wicked

Author's note: If people keep flaming my werk, I'm going to violate my promise to Yoon Doo-joon. Thesus is totally is name now, it was theseus before, but he dropped a vowel after his fiannce died like figure it out!

It was a rainy day, and a rainy night, too. Albus dumbledore apprached a man in a trehcncoat, wearing a trenchcoat of his own. The unsightly looking man side eyed Albus. Alghtouh this was a puclib square in the center of Mexico, he still didn't trust the man. Surely Professor Goody Two-shoes couldn't be investing in smuggling cretures?

"Let me see the beastie." He said in a thick scottish accent. Dumble pulled a cloth covered cage out front behind him, like...magic. 

The unsightly scot leaned in and lifted the cloth to discreetly take a good look at the creature inside. It was a wicket, the bowtruckle.

He looked up at albus with a sneer. "Where are the others????? Too gay to have more the one???"

Dumbledore just shurgged, and reached over to a lever on the cage. He pulled it and immediately there was woosh, and suddenly a Quizling, a purple three eyed cat was sitting where the bowtruckle was just a moment ago. With the scots raised eyebrows, Dumbledore pulled the lever again, and then there was a large red hare with 5 ears and 15 teeth and 7 legs. And with one final lever pull, the final creature is revealed. 

It is a short furry litte guy! It was brown, about 3.5 feet in height. It had droopy ears and a soft, loveable face, somewhere between a cat and a dog. It had bright blue eyes, a tale that fanned out into feathers at the end, and a light patch of fur on its chest. IT blinked at the ugly scotsman with understanding and grace. 

The scot whistled. "This is quite a catch ye got here. Me mateys and I 'ave been looking fer one of these beasties for a while... You know about this? This be a Devinart, a real rare creature. WOrth a few dubloons, make no mistake. One of the last of its kind, it be.... And no wonder! It's blood has been known to have amazing healing properties- so it was hunted it be hunted it was be hunted." The scot finished nodding.

"Ye delivered, so now, I give ye what ye wants." He pulled out a small box and opened it. Dumbledore gasped. It was a small black stone with the Peveral coat of arms engraved upon it. 

"The Ressurection Stone weren't easy to find....but we found it for da Devinart..."

Dumbledore took it reverertently. He nodded at the scot, and the two went their seperate ways, he with his prize, the scot with the four creatures.

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At the smuggler's compund, Brazil.

The four magical creatures were carried to an old building in the middle of the jungle. It was huge, overgrown with foliage on the outside. On the inside, there were long hallways lit only by torches on the wall (no electricity in jungle). The cage was carried through a big center room with lots of seating and into a crampt side hallway full of dingy cages. THere animals mewled squeaked, yelped and sniffed. They were mistreating the anmials! 

The scot roughly pushed each of the magical creatures, the red hare, Wicket, and the Quizling into its own seperate cage. The Devinart, he roughly pushed into a larger cage. "See! Now we have two!" He smirked at his own joke.

As Newt got up, he reflected on how being a beast was not all it was cracked up to be. He was the Devinart, and he loved it, but wished he was bigger..

Then he heard a noise, and whirled to face it. There was another Devinart in the cage with him!

It was a slender, with a coy smile... and the eyes...

They were just like a salamanders, just like Tina's.....

The female Devinart sniffed at him curiously. 

This Devinart was likely the last of its race. The chances of this one meeting another was almost impossible. The Devinart race was going to die with this female, and it was going to be extinct forever.

Newt thought about how terribly sad that was.