His Beast - Part II

Dumbledore

Newt's POV

After my hearing at the Ministry of Magic, the board had decided to decline the lift to my travel ban after I had declined to join them—more so, Theseus—as an Auror.

I had also found out that both Credence and Grindelwald were loose in Europe somewhere. Great.

My brother had tried to persuade me but I refused; I didn't like picking sides. He pulled me into a hug before I left the Ministry and informed me that, "They're watching you."

I assumed "They" referred to the board within the Ministry. Why else would they want me to become an Auror? Honestly, they should have offered the position to Jeanne. She is one tough woman.

Back out on the streets of London once more, I spotted a Ministry man on my tail as Theseus had warned. I magicked a spell and quite literally blew him away.

I shuffled forward faster now through the crowd. I reached an alleyway between two monuments and that of a floating leather glove . . . It motioned at me then pointed to a figure atop the white domed building.

The hand moved into the shape of an outstretched hand. I took it in mine and I was immediately apparated to the top of the building. Now on the roof, the glove returned to normality. I moved along the roof then recognized the figure that was facing away from me, looking at the London skyline.

"Dumbledore," I said announcing myself. "Are there less conspicuous rooftops full of them?"

The man turned and smiled at me. "I do enjoy a view," he said. Dumbledore waved his wand off the rooftop and mumbled "Nebulous."

Clouds of fog began to float down over London covering the gray houses and statues alike.

Now undercover, we apparated down to the ground for a stroll and chat.

"How was it?" Dumbledore asked.

"There still convinced that you sent me to New York," I answered sheepishly.

"And you told them I didn't?" he asked.

"Yes, even though you did." We moved through the fog.

I continued: "You told me where to find that trafficked Thunderbird, Dumbledore. You knew that I would take him home, and you knew that I would have to take him through Muggle borders."

Dumbledore smiled. "I've always felt an affinity with great magical birds. There's a story in my family that a Phoenix will move to any Dumbledore in desperate need. They say my great-grandfather had one and then it took flight when he died," he explained. "Never to return."

"With all due respect, Professor, I don't believe for a minute that's why you told me about the Thunderbird," I mumbled.

We apparated suddenly.

"Credence is in Paris, Newt," said Dumbledore. "Trying to trace his real family. I take it, you've heard the rumors about who he really is?"

I thought for a moment. "No," I responded.

I followed the Professor as he climbed into the back of a parked double-decker bus.

"The Purebloods think he's that last of an important French line," Dumbledore explained. "A baby who everyone thought lost."

"Not Leta's brother?" I hoped.

"That's what the whispers are about."