Fantastic Beasts and How To Save Them (Newt Scamander)

Anoukis

It was so much more than a long story.

Enoch had so much that needed to be shared, but he couldn't find the words. Instead taking to tell a slightly obscure version of the truth.

"I was six when I first painted the future, but I was three when I first started to see it." Enoch's eyes focused on those sitting around him, his legs sprawled out on the ground in front of him. Newt sat beside him, a hand on the smaller wizards as he listened to the story.

Jacob looked at the wizard like he was the whole world.

"My mother," Enoch paused, taking in a deep shuddering breath before speaking, "Hapshepsut, Pharaoh of Egypt was so proud, I was ordained a gift from the gods." It felt strange for Enoch to voice the names of his parents after so long of not speaking of them.

"Pharaoh?" Jacob spoke up, he looked between all of the witches and wizards surrounding him, "Like King Tut?"

Enoch took a moment before nodding. "My mother was Pharaoh, and my father was her husband, Amenemhat the fourth." The words fumbled out of his mouth, each rushing out of the other, he didn't want to stop speaking, "My given name is Kadmeil. I was born in Egypt, over two thousand years ago."

It felt so strange to speak it allowed, the words continued to spill from his mouth, "I was not a wizard when I was born, but rather learned to perform magic overtime." He took a deep breath, "Seer's work alongside those who have a greater effect on life, I witnessed the fall of Rome, the rise of England, the Rise of the Americas. I knew about Grindewald before he was even born."

Enoch's attention shifted to the man beside him, looking at Newt's crystal clear eyes as a flash of them kissing passed over the whites. "I knew you were coming to New York before I knew your name, and I knew of Jacob before you met him."

Enoch's eyes fell to their joined hands, the fear that Newt would pull away out of fear kept him on edge. He did not look up.

"I am sorry that I did not tell you it's just, when people know about any part of this story, they think differently about me." Enoch sighed happily the moment Newt's hand tightened around his own.

Enoch looked up at Newt, speaking directly to the man he had grown to like, "I didn't want you to think differently about me."

It was quite for a few minutes, that is until Jacob spoke.

"Awesome, so you can see anything?" Jacob leaned forward a bit, putting his hands on his knees in an active form of excitement.

"I mean, mostly. It really depends." Everyone's attention shifted back to Enoch, and he grew uncomfortable under their gaze. He changed the subject quickly, "Graves insisted that all of these attacks were caused by beasts. So we need to get-"

Newt interrupted me, and for a moment Enoch worried that he would attempt to ask another question about his ability to see the future, but he was happily surprised; "Get all the Beasts back, yes! Exactly!" Newt nodded, stepping up to Enoch and pressing a kiss to the smaller mans cheek. "You're brilliant."

It was almost as if those surrounding him hadn't made the realization that he was immortal, but he had shared that in an almost passing matter.

Enoch stood slowly, turning and avoiding the gaze of those in the case, their eyes shared looks between them that told Enoch that there was much to be discussed. Newt called back for them to wait there, and as Enoch limped behind him, he felt as though he shouldn't follow while everyone else waited.

He felt welcomed when Newt held the door open, and when it shut behind Enoch, the words tumbled out of his mouth with no account for the unprepared lips not ready to speak them. "I am sorry I never told you, I should of, and I-"