His Beast - Part II

The Calling

Jeanne's POV

Within the walls of the safe house, Newt opened and entered his case. "I'm going to tend to the Zouwu," he said simply.

"Be careful, love," I said and put Amy down on the sofa for a much-needed nap. I removed my coat, letting my wings uncurl from their bindings. Stretching outward, the dark feathers brushed the walls of the living room.

Amy mimicked my actions with a tired smile then promptly fell asleep.

Tina took a seat in an armchair, watching Amelia kindly. "She really looks like Newt," she said softly as not to wake the toddler.

"I know," I mumbled back. "I'm a little upset about it."

Tina laughed quietly then went back to reading her little book.

Newt appeared from within the open case. "She's responded well to the dittany," he explained about the Zouwu in a whisper after seeing Amy asleep on the sofa.

I stood and helped him up from the case.

"She was born to run, you see," he continued. "I think she's, I think she's just lacking in confidence . . ." he trailed off.

Tina stood, purposefully, shutting her book. "Mr. Scamander, have you got anything in your case that might help revive this man?"

The Gentleman still lay motionless on another armchair.

"I need to question him," Tina continued. "I think he knows who Creedence really is, and the scars on his hands suggest an unbreakable vow."

"I've noticed, too," I said.

Newt produced a small glass vial from his pocket, popped the top off, and wafted it under the Gentleman's nose. He stirred momentarily.

"Lumos," Newt muttered.

I pried open the man's eye. A small worm squirmed near his eyelid then disappeared.

"What was that?" Tina whispered.

"There must be a Waterdragon in that sewer," Newt explained. "They carry these parasites, you see. They um . . . Jeanne?"

"Hmm?"

"In the pocket of my case, you'll find—"

"Tweezers," I said, already walking over. "On it." I passed them to Newt.

"Need me to hold—" I began, the end of his illuminated wand was already in his mouth.

Newt sheepishly pulled the wand from his lips and passed it to me.

"You might not want to watch," he said, taking up the tweezers. Newt grabbed ahold of the parasite and pulled the squirming string-like being from the Gentleman's moist open eye.

"Take that for me, will you Jacob?" Newt said, passing the tweezers to the Muggle.

Jacob grimaced. "Calamari," he joked, disgusted.

The Gentleman sat up just a bit. "Must . . . kill him . . ." he breathed.

"Who?" Tina pressed. "Creedence?"

He lost consciousness once more.

"It may take him a few hours to recover," Newt explained. "The parasite's poison is quite strong."

"I'll go back to the Ministry with what I've got," Tina decided, taking up her jacket. "It was nice seeing you, Mr. Scamander, Mrs. Scamander." She made her way out of the door swiftly.

"Wait, Tina!" Jacob protested. She was gone.

As Newt, Jacob, and I watched her disappear into the crowd, a dark shadow crossed over the safe house. Like that of a black sheet, the illusion flew through the city and down the main street. It blanketed the city of Paris, rising off of buildings like smoke.

"Grindelwald . . ." Newt breathed. "He's calling his followers . . ."

"It's too late," I said, touching Newt's shoulder. "This must mean Grindelwald has come for Creedence. He might already have him."

"It's not too late," Newt said, taking up his case. "We can still get to him first."