Harry Potter one shots and miscellaneous short stories

The wings of sun and rain

The hot Egyptian sun beat down on the man, sweat glistening on his brow as he looked around, fascinated by the new environment he found himself in. His pale blue eyes shone excitedly, taking in the sites with interest.
A piercing, pained, sad cry broke through the almost silence, drawing the attention of the British wizard, Newton Artemis Fido Scamander. Hesitantly, Newt made his way over to where the sound originated, concerned yet intrigued. A gentle breeze blew, billowing his curly red brown hair and dishevelling his clothes, not that it phased him in the slightest.
The distressed bird call filled the air once more, though now he was sure he could hear voices in the distance. The closer he got he realised that shapes in the distance was a market place, he could make out shapes making their way around the markets themselves. Pausing to adjust his golden honey coloured vest, cream shirt and suit pants. As he moved on he tapped his untied bowtie with his wand, which tied itself instantly. Tightening his grip on his case, Newt entered the marketplace, trying not to look suspicious as he looked for the source of the noise.
Of to the side, masked by the shadows something reflected the gradually fading sunlight, drawing his attention he walked over to it, feinting nonchalantness he examined nearby stalls, each displaying a range of highly illegal, Class A Non-Tradable Goods.
There he saw it, the sad shape, hidden in the shadows. The beast who's wings would once beat strongly, reflecting both the sun and the storms was bound by thick, leather restraints, securing his powerful wings to his side. The beast who's beak would once cry out joyfully during flight, celebrating the weather it created was only recently bound shut. The beast's leg was bound, rubbed raw and bleeding, chained by a chain that prevented all movements, attached to the side of a large caravan.
Newt could feel tears beginning to bud in the corners of his eyes at the sight of the majestic Thunder Bird in this condition, its majesty and power stripped away.
He went to approach the poor beast who's frightened golden eyes flicked around, unable to focus on one area. Gruff, inhuman voices from within the caravan suddenly became louder, several large grey Goblins exited the caravan, shouting at Newt in a language that he couldn't understand.
"I will be back, I can't leave you here!" he whispered, promising his return before he hurried off.

Under the cover of night, the magizoologist silently snuck back to where he was chased from. With his eyes constantly flicking to the dark caravan, listening for a noise that would alert him to the Goblins awakening. Crouching beside the restrained Thunder Bird, examining the large, solid bronze lock.
"Alohomora!" he whispered, swishing his wand as he did so.
Gently he removed the restraints before repeating the process, freeing the beast. Stretching his body to its full height the beast flapped his powerful wings, uttering a single cry, cutting through the night. Lights within the caravan illuminated suddenly, the man panicked, though he calmly shushed the beast reassuringly.
Slowly he opened his case, gently coaxing the bird inside. The beast approached the opened case hesitantly, untrusting yet still appreciatively.
The Goblins began shouting, spilling out of the caravan into the night, looking around the site before running towards the commotion.
Once more the Thunder Bird flapped his wings and with it came a torrential downpour. Thunder clapped overhead as the beast descended into the case.
Flicking the case shut, Newt Disapparated, Apparating a fair distance away before breaking into a sprint, occasionally Disapparating and Apparating further away until he felt he was a safe distance away, only then did he slow to a walk. Feeling that he made more than enough distance between him and where the angered beast smugglers remained he flicked the rain from his hair.
Entering the case himself he found the recently rescued beast flying within a newly developed habitat, a large open desert-like canyon.

Adverting his eyes, he slowly approached the Thunder Bird, rain drenching him though he didn't care. Slowly extending his arm, Newt stopped, feeling the glorious beast's eyes watching him distrustfully.
"Don't worry, you're safe now. I will look after you, you are safe." he reassured the Thunder Bird before slowly retreating, determined to feed the starved creature, doing all he could to make the Thunder Bird comfortable. He looked out of the corner of his eye, watching the beast examine his new environment he new he had to return him to where he belongs so that he would be finally free. There was nothing that Newt knew that would be better for the Thunder Bird than to be finally free, returned to the wild that he was stolen from.