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1926, New York

The ship's hull creaked as the waves crashed against it, sending bubbles dancing in the wake. The cold wind howled across the deck, whipping through the air as the ship neared its destination.

Onboard, a young woman stood, her wavy brunette hair tousled by the gusts. A small yellow bow struggled to keep it in place, but her green eyes remained locked on the horizon, a letter clutched in her hand.

Dear Davina,

I've heard about your recent travel to New York, where you're needed with your new position as head of the British Ministry's department for magical creatures. I must admit, I'm still in awe of how far you've come, and I couldn't be prouder of you. I'm writing now to ask for a favor during your time in the city.

An old friend of mine will be arriving soon, and he may need a bit of help staying out of trouble. He's always been a bit of a free spirit, traveling the world, and I'd be grateful if you could keep an eye on him. You'll meet him at the Steen National Bank in the late afternoon. Please, stay out of trouble yourself, and write when you find a free moment. I miss you.

With affection, 
Albus Dumbledore

The ship's horn blared, signaling its arrival in the bustling harbor of New York City. Davina carefully folded the letter, tucking it back into her coat pocket with a sense of resolve.

A spark of excitement lit up her eyes as she stepped onto the busy streets of the city, the cold wind tugging at her coat.

Her mission here was clear. Seraphina Picquery, the head of the Magical Congress of the United States, had asked for her help in investigating on Grindelwalds missing case.The man had dissapeared a few weeks ago setting the wizard world in an anxious state.

While her primary focus was to ensure the people's safety, it was still unclear to her why all of a sudden she was called to New York and not Theseus with his leading auror position.

She'd never been one for the drudgery of auror work—her true passion was for creatures, and the Ministry's department for their care had been the perfect fit for her sharp mind and boundless compassion.

Davina had graduated from Hogwarts with top honors, quickly rising to the leading position she now held—a role that was as much about diplomacy and strategy as it was about the well-being of magical creatures.

But today, she was in New York, ready to dive into a new chapter of her work, and who knew what else this city would bring? The adventure had only just begun.

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Earlier that day, a young man sat on a similar boot, his hands resting on a brown leather case, his body draped in a blue coat.

He leaned forward slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips as he overheard his companion's nervous murmurs about his trip to New York.

"Dougal..." he said slowly, the words carrying a teasing edge.

He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then continued in a soft, almost conspiratorial whisper, "Settle down now, please. It won't be long."

A sudden, faint squeaking came from the case, and his eyes darted to it, the corners of his smile twitching.

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Newt stepped off the plane and made his way through the bustling security hall. His pace quickened as a stern-faced officer called him forward.

"Next," the officer barked.

With a slight hesitation, Newt stepped up, his fingers tightening slightly on the handle of his case. He hoped he wouldn't have to open it—explaining a suitcase full of magical creatures was never an easy task.

The officer gave him a sharp look as he began rifling through Newt's documents, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"British, huh?" the officer remarked, flipping through the papers.

A faint bird-like sound echoed from the case, but the officer seemed to dismiss it.

"Yes," Newt replied quickly, his nerves creeping up again. The officer glanced up, locking eyes with him. Over the years, Newt had gotten better at masking his anxiety, but moments like these still made it difficult, especially when someone was staring directly at him.

"First trip to New York?" the officer asked, his tone still clipped.

"Yes," Newt answered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The officer's gaze shifted to the case, his eyes narrowing further.

"Anything edible in there?" he asked, a suspicious edge to his voice.

"No," Newt said, shaking his head quickly, fumbling with the collar of his coat in a nervous tic.

The officer raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer. "Livestock?" he pressed.

"No," Newt repeated, a little more forcefully this time.

Suddenly, a small click echoed through the air as the case's clasp sprang open. Newt hastily snapped it shut, his heart racing. He glanced up at the officer, his face flushed with anxiety.

"Must get it fixed," Newt mumbled, his nerves spilling out in his voice.

The officer said nothing but gestured for Newt to hand over the case.

"No," Newt blurted out, but it was too late.

With deliberate slowness, the officer set the case on the table and turned it towards himself.

Newt's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. The officer quickly unlatched the case, his gaze locking with Newt's, and in a flash, he opened it fully.

Inside the case was an assortment of oddities: a worn pyjama, a stack of landcards, an old-fashioned alarm clock, and a black-and-yellow scarf—everything but what the officer was likely expecting.

The officer stared at the items for a moment, the ticking of the clock filling the silence. Finally, he closed the case with a soft click and handed it back to Newt.

"Welcome to New York," he said gruffly, though there was a hint of something like amusement in his voice.

Newt quickly grabbed his passport and case, relief flooding through him. He gave the officer a polite nod before rushing toward the exit, eager to finally be on his way.

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Davina strode along the bustling sidewalks of New York, her heavy coat flowing behind her and her long hair dancing in the wind. She was on a mission—following the cryptic instructions her father had left her.

As she neared an intersection, a crowd of people caught her attention, gathered in front of a shattered building. She slowed her pace, curiosity piqued.

"And it was like a wind..." a man was explaining urgently, his voice rising above the clamor.

"Or like a..." He paused, struggling for the right words, as he stepped through the rubble of the building.

His gray coat flapped in the breeze, a neat hat perched on his head. Another man, dressed similarly, followed closely behind.

"Like a ghost," the first man finally finished, his voice growing darker. "But... dark."

Davina's gaze shifted to the building. The left side had collapsed completely, the entrance still standing, though battered.

A broken staircase led to the first floor—also destroyed—and the roof was gone, leaving only the skeleton of the structure.

More men were entering, pushing through the wreckage, and a crowd had gathered to listen.

"I saw its eyes," the man continued, his voice tense with fear. "Shining white eyes."

A skeptical voice from behind him interrupted. "A dark wind, with white eyes?" The man's tone was dripping with sarcasm as he jotted down notes, clearly dismissive.

The first man's expression tightened. "It was like a dark mass..." He gestured around the rubble. "I don't know how else to explain it."

Davina watched, intrigued. This man didn't seem to know it, but he wasn't far from the truth. There was something more to his story—something that didn't fit with the usual "muggle" understanding.

"It dove down there," he said suddenly, pointing to a massive hole in the ground. "Down underground."

A third man stepped into view, and Davina's attention snapped to him. He had dark, slicked-back hair and a sharp, stone-cold expression that immediately set her on edge. There was something about him that felt wrong—like danger was tethered to his every step.

Without so much as a glance at the chaos around him, he walked toward the building, climbing the broken steps to get a better look. The crowd parted for him, instinctively aware that he commanded authority.

Then, without warning, a loud crack split the air. The remaining structure of the building, the entrance still standing, fractured right down the middle, sending chunks of concrete raining down.

Davina's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened as the whole scene seemed to freeze in time.

But the man with the slicked-back hair showed no sign of surprise—if anything, his expression seemed to harden, as if he'd expected this moment.

And in the blink of an eye, something tore through the earth beneath the street with incredible speed. A massive gash appeared in the pavement, splitting the city open like a wound.

Cars swerved and screeched to a halt as people screamed, scrambling to escape the destruction.

Davina's hand instinctively moved to her pocket, her fingers brushing against the familiar coolness of her wand. She kept her eyes on the unfolding chaos, her pulse quickening.

The man in the suit stepped down the stairs, his gaze scanning the ground with cold precision. His eyes met hers across the street. For a fleeting moment, there was an unmistakable recognition between them—a silent understanding.

But Davina shook it off, refocusing on the task at hand. She couldn't afford to get distracted by this stranger, no matter how strange his presence felt.

Turning away, she stepped briskly down the street, moving past the crowd, her mind fixed on her mission.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:
So this is the first chapter of the second part like I said if you've watched the movie this is nothing new but I still like it.

Larah :)