Harry Potter one shots and miscellaneous short stories

Defense

(Based on the photo above, it came from newton-artemis-fido-scamanders on Tumblr)

The tension in the air crackled like lightening against the night sky. The taller man was crouched slightly, as if he was going to pounce at the shorter man, his eyes narrowed, barely concealing the storm brewing in his abnormally dark blue eyes, his teeth were bared threateningly, a low growl rumbling in his throat, traits that he had picked up having spent so long with the beasts away from fellow humans. The other man, the man that the British wizard had only seen once before in passing, though he never knew his name, stood seemingly unfazed, the case that he had stolen clasped firmly in hand, the air of nonchalance was only wavered by a slight whitening of his knuckles as he tightened his grip on the wand held securely in his other hand.
"You don't want to risk it, do you, Scamander?" he warned, sneering at the younger wizard.
"Please, just give it back! Please!" the young magizoologist pleaded, struggling to keep his voice steady, "I don't know know why you are doing this, I don't even know how you are!" the curly red-brown haired man, Newton Artemis Fido Scamander exclaimed.
The other man's steely composure finally broke, his eye twitching.
"You don't know who I am?" he bellowed, causing Newt to flinch inwardly, "You know perfectly well who I am! I am Alden Grimmalkin!" his eyes blazed with anger, darkening his emerald eyes with an unmasked rage.
"I honestly don't know who you are!" the slightly younger man stammered slightly, his eyes flicking to the case, the wand and back to the man, taking in every detail in an attempt to evoke even the slightest memory of who this man was. He was well dressed, the grey suit and black tie gave of a significantly formal feeling about him, his short black hair was styled back, exposing his forehead. No matter how long he stared he could not recall seeing the man before.
"Maybe you have mistaken me for someone else?" Newt asked, slowly approaching the man in an attempt to retrieve his case of beasts.
"No! You're lying!" Alden screamed, throwing the case to the floor, causing its owner to gasp and rush towards it.
"Get away!" he shouted, pointing his wand at the distressed man who skidded to a stop, his long blue coat swishing around him, obscuring his golden honey coloured vest and small black bowtie.
As a silence fell over the two men, each equally unwilling to further provoke the other, a small green twig-like tree guardian looked out of his coat pocket, the Bowtruckle, affectionately named Pickett looked around before slowly crawling out of where it was hidden, climbing down the tall man, unnoticed as Newt continued to stare up at the man. He caught sight of the small creature making its way towards the case and scooped it up,
"Oh no you don't!" he chuckled, sliding it back into the safety of his pocket.
"You know who I am!" Grimmalkin repeated, snatching the case back up, shaking it forcefully, causing Newt to growl once again.
Springing up from where he crouched on the floor he charged at the man, punching him in the gut before rescuing his beloved case. Alden Grimmalkin collapsed to the floor, winded by the unexpected attack.
Turning away, Newt walked briskly away from the man who reached out and grabbed his ankle, causing him to fall all the while keeping the case out of harms way.
Picking himself up he noticed that the other man was slowly drawing his wand.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Newt commanded, having drawn his own wand.
Swiftly he made his way away from the man he just placed a Full Body Binding curse on, feeling slightly guilty but promising to tell a member of staff if he passes one on his way out of the hall.
"It's alright, mummy's here... Mummy's got you, you're safe now..." he whispered reassuringly to the multitude of beasts that resided within the case.
With much haste Newt Scamander made his way into the night, hugging the case protectively as he went, wondering who the man thought he was and what that person had done to him.