Fantastic Beasts and How To Save Them (Newt Scamander)

Serqet

"Credence."

Enoch's voice broke as he watched the wisps disappear, Newt's arms wrap around him, attempting to discourage the reaction that was bound to come. "What have you done?"

The Seer struggles to pull himself from Newts arm, and the moment he is free, he stumbles forward, muttering curses as his leg nearly gives out from under him. He lifts his wand, pointing it at President Picquery without really thinking it through.

Dozens of wands are pointed back at him, the Seer does not flinch.

"Do you not realize what you just did?" Enoch shouts. "You just threw the entire future off balance! Your mistake will cause dozens of lives!"

President Picquery doesn't appear bother by Enoch's shouting or the wand pointed at her throat. She speaks calmly. "He killed hundreds of people in three days! He risked the exposure of the magical community. He broke one of our most sacred laws-"

Enoch interrupts her, his voice shockingly sharp, though no longer shouting. "That he didn't even know about. He was a poor muggle boy with magic he wasn't given the chance to embrace!" A feeling wraps around Enoch's heart, like someone is holding tight to it. "You don't know what it's like, not to know who or what you are."

President Picquery suddenly looks very sad, "Mr. Jones the law is there-"

"I don't give a damn." Enoch snaps, taking a step forward without thinking much about it. The aurors surrounding the President step in front of her, readjusting their wands and readying themselves in case he were to act. "I spent years hiding my gifts out of fear that the wizarding community would shun a Seer, Credence was not much further than that. Given the chance, he would have thrived, just as I did."

President Picquery looked apologetic, and before she could speak, Graves spoke up.

"The law that makes us scuttle in the gutters like rats. A law that demands we conceal our true nature!" Graves was on his feet again, slowly approaching the President. Enoch's wand lowered to point at the ground, the loose grip letting the wood fall to the ground  without much thought about it. "A law that directs those under its dominion to cower in fear lest we discovery!"

Graves pauses, looking at the faces of all of the MACUSA aurors. He speaks his next words slowly;

"I ask you Madame President. I ask all of you, who does this law protect? Us?" He raises his wand to the sky, pointing in a general way to the muggles that almost surely gather above the station. "Or them? I refuse to bow down any longer."

Graves turns to walk away, his footsteps retreating echoed through the shockingly silent subway station. President Picquery calls her aurors forward, asking for Graves wand. A few move forward, and Enoch watches with bated breath, almost sure that whatever was about to happen wouldn't be good.

The man pauses, nods his head once, and turns to face the group. Enoch lifts his wand, repositioning his hand on his chest and standing with much more confidence than he originally thought he had. Graves begins to fight, firing off multiple spells, each taking down an American with frightening precision. Newt is quick to join the fight, and almost just as quickly thrown back.

A thought passes through Enoch's mind, and without putting much thought to it, he flicks his wand, serpent-like ropes flying to wrap themselves around the writhing form of Percival Graves. He is pulled to kneel in front of Enoch Jones, who holds his head high despite the pain rippling up his legs.

An image passes over Enoch's eyes, the form of Mr. Graves ripples.

With Newt's help, Enoch steps just barely closer, his hand reaching to touch the mans forehead. He locked eyes with Graves as he did.

Graves fought the transformation at first, twisting his neck roughly and trying to keep up the pretense that was Percival Graves. The man that was left behind was nearly the opposite. His hair and skin was pale, a white color for both. His white hair flopped over his face, the most drastic change came from the eyes. The right stayed the same, a dark brown, almost black color. The left turned to a milky white color.

"Wonderful job Kadmeil." Graves sneers at Enoch, still struggling against the ropes holding him in his kneeling position.

The way that he spoke Enoch's name made him bristle, like it was odd or wrong. Enoch had heard him before, he'd met him before. Enoch fell into an image, loosing his balance and falling to his knees in front of Graves.

Graves sneers the moment Enoch falls, the ropes holding him down fall loose to his feet. Graves presses his hand into Enoch's shoulder.

"You are nothing boy." Grindewald spoke to Enoch in a low voice, his hand tightening in a way that could be perceived as threatening.

Enoch lifted his head, his eyes alight with an energy that looked inhuman. "You are wrong." He pushed himself to his feet, steadying himself in a way that was much to easy for him to do under normal circumstances. "I am everything that I need to be."

A pulse passed over the room, and Gridewald look uncomfortable, an unusual reaction for such a painful procedure. Enoch stripped the man of his ability to do wandless magic. Newt stood fast, watching the interaction and holding a hand out to Enoch the moment he finished.

When it was over the man was breathing heavily, strain fills Grindewald's voice as he spoke. "You think that you can hold me."

"We will certainly try Mr. Grindewald." President Picquery responds in place of Enoch. She lifts her hand, motioning her aurors forward.

Grindewald is lifted to his feet by two aurors wearing brimmed hats, the moment he stands  he struggles against the two men, he pulls free briefly, rushing at Enoch. He only gets within a couple of feet, before Newt pulls his wand on him. Grindewald stares down at Enoch, and the Seer stares back unflinching.

"But we will die, just a little." Enoch was sure of the words meanings.

Grindewald is pulled away, and the second he has left Enoch sight the smaller man leans backwards into Newt. He holds Enoch upright.

"Thank you Newt." The Seer's words are just above a whisper, a sudden excited squeal behind him alerts him to a sudden Queenie latching onto his back. She hugs him close, before moving on to hug her sister and Newt respectively. Enoch turns and smiles at Jacob watching him as he walks closer, he hefts up the case smiling at the two wizards.

"I figured someone oughta keep an eye on this thing." Enoch laughs, watching as Newt reaches out to take the case. Enoch carefully pulls Jacob into a hug, tucking his left hand behind his back. "Oh, this is nice." Jacob mutters, patting Enoch lightly on the back.

Enoch just smiles at his words, pulling away and thanking him in a soft voice.

"We owe you two an apology, Mr Jones." Picquery nods first to Enoch, then to Newt. "Mr. Scamander. But the worst has happened. The magic community has been exposed, we can't obliviate an entire city."

Newt looked up at the gloomy sky, before a smile comes to his features. He looks to Enoch and in that moment they connect more than they had previously, Enoch realizes what was going through the taller wizards head.

"Actually, I think we can." Enoch responds, pointedly looking at the case in Newts hands.