Hidden (Newt Scamander twin Fanfic)

In a Cell. Again?

A/N soo.... okay, I've  been procrastinating like crazy. But this is the point that I've been dreaming about since before I started this book. Okay, I need to write, and you might want to read.

A cell wasn't the best place to be.

For everyone else, it merely trapped them physically.  I might have been able to get out, but it has been years since I allowed myself to use that curse.

Again? Or are you prepared to surrender?

Never!

Manical, unstable laughter, followed by shouts, leading to someone screaming. Me.

I was trapped mentally.  Flashbacks, relapses, echoes of the voices over those long six years. I didn't ever think I'd be so close to my enemy again, or stuck in a cell for at least a lifetime.

"I'm so sorry about your creatures, Mr. Scamander. I truly am." A female voice I identified as Tina's said. 

Jacob asked something about the  obscurus  and was answered,  but I was to focused on trying to breathe.

"Are you alright, Miss Scamander?" I definitely wasn't , and probably didn't either.

"No." I said, barely audible. That one word, held so much emotion for me. It was an act of defiance,  leading to its second meaning for me: breaking. It was strange, how one word, with one meaning, with one mindset, can change into something completely different. 

"What is it?"

"Lily, you dont have to." My brothers voice said, holding so much concern.

"Yes. I do. But it's a long story."

"I think we have time. But I don't want to pry."

"It's alright. Either I tell you now, or it comes up soundING way more suspicious than I want."

"Why would it be suspicious?"

"People don't normally go off the grid for seven years and appear in Asia that often."
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I was seventeen. Young. Gifted. At the time, I thought of my wandless magic skills and vibency, similar to legimency. Instead of thoughts, I read personalities.  Emotions. If I pursued it, I would've been able to see the person's past, and future. But that wasn't the entire reason Grindewald wanted me. Even at seventeen, I was nearly finished with Auror training, having trained every summer since fourth year.  The Minestry knew how powerful I could become, and how I managed to be at an adult skill level at nearly fifteen. However, I never used my gifts. I was always reassured by Theseus that it was just because I was special. He scared off the bullies that would ambush me in the halls. But after he graduated,  I had to deal with them on my own. Thankfully, I was the best in my year with shield charms and hexes. Anyone who messed with me once usually never did again. But Dark Lords don't care if a teenager sasses them, or tries and failed to get away.  No, instead he laughed, the noise echoing in the train compartment, unable to move my bound hands, suddenly captured and a prisoner to a feared Dark Wizard.

"I was taken to his prison. Numenguard. I was stuck there for six years.  He disappeared one day though. Leaving no guards. Why would he? I was the only one there, and in his eyes, I was going to die within a few days anyway, the cell supposedly draining my life away. But obviously, it didn't.  After about a month,  I was able to get out of the prison, get my wand from the torture chambers,  where he displayed it to taunt me, and dissaperate home.  I passed out immediately after, and stayed home, not leaving the house for nearly a year. Newt had come home one day, asking if I was up to finding and studying different creatures." I paused. "Grindewald didn't want me for my abilities,  or for me to fight with him. He thought I was powerful enough, that if I lost a bit of it, and willingly let the obscurus in, I could control it. I refused."  I finished my tale, unaware of the tears streaming down my cheeks." No one said anything.
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"Up. Face the wall. Graves wants to see you." Numbly, I, like the others, did so.

They placed handcuffs on our wrists. I noticed that I had at least three Aurors watching me to make sure I didn't do anything.

"It was good to make your acquaintance, Mr. Kowalski. I hope you get your bakery." Newt said to Jacob, who merely nodded.  I also didn't trust myself to speak. I wasn't sure if I would yell, scream, cry, not make any noise at all, or laugh. What was I in now?!

A/N AHHH OK THAT WAS FUN TO WRITE
Fun facts on this chapter: the first bit of flashbacks and the following paragraph were supposed to be reversed. 
The idea of her wanted as an obscurus didn't occur me until this chapter.

And no, I don't think either of her powers actually exist in the cannon world.

So there's going to be about 3-5 more chapters in this book.  I will probably do a prequel first, then when the second movie is out, I'll do a sequel.  The sequel will probably be a ton of Newtina fluff if I don't want to wait for the second movie and it will also include a couple OCs.

But for now,

BYE!