SavingPeter
**This is a continuation of my story, Fantastic Beasts and What Happened To Them! I advise you read that first, or you will be hopelessly lost! Thank you! Also, I will have a cover soon, my old one I can't find so I'm afraid I will need to make another.
Newt Scamander had been through a lot the week he had come back to New York, and a roller coaster of feeling to go along with it. From the elation of coming back and seeing his friends again, to the sorrowfulness of losing his most prized item, and not to mention the feelings he just couldn't find the right words to explain. Whatever he had felt, it didn't matter to him at the moment. He gently held the small form of Pickett the Bowtruckle, who he thought was gone, along with the rest of the beasts, forever...
But apparently, he had been mistaken. The case was still out there.
And he wasn't about to stop at anything to get it back, with a little help, of course.