A/N: WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FROM THE NEW FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM MOVIE. DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER UNTIL YOU HAVE READ THE SCRIPT/BOOK OR WATCHED THE MOVIE. (Plus you won't understand anything either if you haven't.)

it had been a decision of mine ages ago that I would add some of the characters from JK's new 'Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them' movie. I think they will fit in well with my plot, and will add a lot more to the story. Thanks guys!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter series/spin-offs.

Excited chatter had filled the great hall as soon as Dumbledore finished speaking. Draco however, wasn't experiencing any 'excited' or 'happy' emotions at this new event, and apparently neither was the pale Griffindor who stared at the table, a slight snarl curling his lips.

A ball. A dance. A prom. Whatever people wanted to call it. They were hosting one in two weeks time, in celebration of the Triwizard Tournament.

This didn't make Draco happy for many, many reasons.

He wouldn't be able to get a date. That was obvious. He couldn't ask Harry, he had yet to work up the nerves to do anything about his little 'crush'. He couldn't stand going with anyone else, and even if he could, his whole house and probably the whole school hated him so that was a no-go.

He'd have to watch Harry go with someone else. Harry, being a Champion, would have to go and dance in front of everyone with another person. And it's not like he'd have difficulties finding a date, the boy was gorgeous and everyone knew it. The way girls looked at him infuriated Draco to no end.

He could just not go. He could just stay in his room for the evening.

Yes, that's what he'd do. He'd shut himself away, lock the door, and pretend nothing was happening.

******

Having figured out the clue a week ago, Harry now had a lot of time on his hands. Time which he spent wondering what the hell he was going to get people for Christmas and who he was buying presents for.

Christmas was three days away, and most people had gone home for the holidays to spend the event with their families. Harry and Draco however had stayed, mostly because they didn't have much of a family to go back to.

It was below freezing outside, the snow falling peacefully, and Draco wanted nothing more than to curl up on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate and a book, but Harry had wanted to go to Hogsmeade to buy Christmas presents. One look at Harry's pleading gaze and he'd given in.

Wrapping a black scarf around his neck, Draco narrowed his eyes scrutinisingly at his reflection before leaving the room. With a wave of his wand he fixed Harry's hair for him before they left. That'd become a daily occurrence now, something that was... Normal.

Hogsmeade was full of people singing carols, children running in the snow, laughing and giggling. The cheerfulness of the people was infectious, and Harry and Draco soon found themselves in high spirits.

Draco had never seen the vampire smile so much, and he was loving it. Harry's grin could probably light up a city cloaked in darkness.

Finally the conversation turned to the upcoming ball.

"Honesty, I'd rather go another round with the Horntail then go to the stupid dance," Harry grumbled, taking off his glasses to clear the snow off them.

Draco hummed in reply. "You'll have fun."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You're going, right?"

"I don't think I will."

Harry immediately frowned. "Why not?"

Draco shrugged, snow falling off his shoulders as he did so. "I-I don't know. I won't be able to get a date, and I just don't really like dancing. Mother forced me to learn, but I never liked it."

"Yeah. I can understand that. Maybe you could teach me to dance, I haven't got a clue," Harry replied.

"Perhaps," Draco said quietly with a small smile.

******

The light was blinding in Newt's eyes as he staggered to his feet with his wand at the ready, only to be blown backwards by a viciously cast diffindo. He felt himself go flying backwards into a wall, crumpling to the floor on the train tracks. Pain exploded in his right arm as a loud crack echoed, the bones snapping. Yet the pain paled in comparison as blood began to pour from his midriff, the spell having blown a hole in his side.

The fight seemed hopeless.

Tina was casting spell after spell in hope that she could disarm or take out a few of the Aurors, as was Queenie, but their attempts were useless. He caught sight of Jacob staring at him worriedly from behind a pillar.

It was all Newt could do to raise his wand and deflect the curses that were sent his way, tears of pain in his eyes as he gritted his teeth.

The swirling, black, horrific mass that had once been Credence stuck close to the roof, unmoving, simply watching things play out. The obscurus seemed to feed off of chaos.

An idea sprung into his head. A stupid one, but an idea nonetheless. It was possibly his only way out of this mess.

Raising his head weakly and grimacing as tears dripped down his face he began to speak.

"Credence!" His voice cracked as he spoke. "Please, turn back. You've lived this long, I know I can help you-" he was cut off as blood splattered from his mouth, dripping down his chin. Black spots were appearing at the edges of his vision as he pressed his hand to the wound on his stomach, hoping desperately to stop the bleeding.

The black cloud of destruction was slowing down, becoming somewhat calmer.

"I know someone who can help you! Someone who can save you! If you just turn back, and take my hand, I can-" Newt's throat burned as he retched, blood pouring from his lips and onto the gravel. He could himself fading, breathing was becoming difficult.

Newt barely registered Tina's hysterical sobs as he felt himself fading away.

But suddenly his vision seemed to restore, as he felt a cold, scarred hand touch his own. He drew in a deep, labouring breath and gripped the hand back, channelling all the magic he possibly could.

There was an ear splitting crack and a blinding flash of light, before the two figures disappeared. The only trace that either of them had been there at all was the pools of blood slowly seeping into the stone gravel of the train tracks.

******

Newt's legs buckled underneath his weight, collapsing onto the snow. Blood began to seep into the cold whiteness, staining the purity with a dark crimson. The freezing coldness made his wound sting and he let out a strangled cry of pain.

He lifted his head and propped himself up onto his elbows, hissing as his broken arm made him tremble with pain. Slowly, he managed to get to his feet, leaning against the tree behind him.

The forest was littered with snow, it still falling from between the huge trees, littering his hair and covering his bleeding frame in its frosty bitterness. He noticed how shallow his breathing was and diverted his gaze.

Credence was sitting against a tree, his legs pulled up to his chest as he sobbed quietly. Blood dripped down his face from a large wound on his forehead.

"C-Credence-" Newt managed to stutter. "Can-Can you walk? We don't have to walk far," he gasped out, looking around and noticing a few landmarks he remembered.

Credence lifted his head, tears streaming down his face as he pulled himself to his feet, visibly swaying as the world spun before his eyes. He visibly shivered, the cold biting at him through his obviously not thick clothes.

Wincing as he did so, Newt pulled off his blue coat and handed it to Credence, who watched him nervously.

"It's okay, take it. We need to go or we'll both freeze."

Credence nodded shakily, taking the slightly bloodstained coat and pulling around his shoulders, twitching as he did so. Newt began to walk.

Each step was an effort, each breath was painful to draw in. He could feel blood still dripping from his mouth, the frost clinging to his lips and numbing them. The snow crunched underneath his feet. He kept letting thoughts run through his mind.

Just keep thinking. Keep using your brain, and you'll live. It's time to be strong now, strong like the Hufflepuff you are. You've always worked hard, now it's time to work a bit harder.

He could hear Credence following him, the snow crunching as he stumbled every so often.

Newt couldn't help but let out a sob of utter relief as a grand, giant castle came into view.

As soon as Newt opened those front doors, tears flooded from his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cried this much, he'd become accustomed to blocking out the majority of his emotions.

He caught sight of someone turning around the corner of the empty corridor before he staggered, even more blood pouring from his mouth than before as his world spun and faded to black.

Credence barely managed to catch the man before he hit the stone floor. Tears blurred his vision as he lifted his head to see the figure, blinking the tears out of his eyes to look at the person more clearly.

It was a boy, not much younger than Credence was himself. His hair was black and wild, his skin paler than the snow that fell outside. Credence could only watch with wide eyes as the boy drew in a breath.

It was like something snapped in the figure standing ten metres away. His eyes turned a cold, cruel crimson and his white skin melted away to reveal a pale stone grey. Fangs formed over his lower lip.

Immediately Credence let down Newt gently and sprang to his feet, baring his teeth angrily as the boy hissed in a cat like manner, showing off the two menacing fangs.

The boy rushed at him, but Credence was quick to retaliate by throwing him against the nearest wall. He was shocked. He'd been so fast, almost a blur. It wasn't possible...

The boy let out a snarl of rage and flew at him again, this time gaining the upper hand. He pinned Credence to the stone floor, quickly coming to ignore the boy and advance towards Newt.

Overcome by rage and wanting to protect the man, Credence leapt and dragged the boy to the floor, punching him squarely in the face, hearing a satisfactory crunch as the boy's jawbone broke.

The boy let out a screech of pain and anger, digging his claw-like fingernails into Credence's arm, blood welling up around his black fingernails. Credence growled in pain and raised his fist again, but gasped in shock as he was thrown against the wall, held in place by a magical force. He noticed that the mysterious red-eyed attacker had been restrained too, and was snarling angrily at a man who had his wand raised.

He was old, that was clear. He had a long, white-ish silver beard that trailed down to the floor, half moon spectacles on the bridge of his nose. He was staring in shock at both of them, and then at the body lying on the floor.

Credence let out a roar of anger, fighting desperately against the magic that restrained him. He wouldn't let this person touch Newt. Ever.

Newt had been the first. The first person ever, to show him any kindness. His whole life he'd been beaten, starved, punished and abused. He couldn't explain how much the simple offering of a coat meant to him, seeing that the wounded man had given up his own warmth to make him feel better when Newt was clearly suffering himself.

He could feel the dark magic building up as he twitched violently, his eyes turning a murky dark black as a black cloud surrounded him. It was happening again.

And then suddenly it wasn't. He felt as if he'd taken a large blow to the back of his head, his ears ringing as he faded into unconsciousness.

******

Draco's mind whirled as his senses practically exploded. Pain. Someone was in pain. No, not someone. Harry. Harry was hurt.

His eyes widened in worry as he leapt from the couch, the book that had previously been open in his lap completely abandoned as he flew from their common room and down the hallway.

His feet pounded on the marble floor as he skidded around a corner, stopping dead to close his eyes.

Harry's scent littered the corridor, and slowly he began to track it. It took about ten minutes for him to finally arrive at the entrance to the hospital wing, worry filling him as he threw open the doors.

The first thing he saw were two figures lying in hospital beds. One appeared to be a few years older than him. His hair was black, his skin was pale. Blood stained his face and his arms.

The other was of a man, who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He was lanky and ragged looking, his hair wild and his handsome face pale. Blood stained his shirt, lips and chin.

Then he caught sight of Harry. The boy was sitting on a bed himself, his knees pulled to his chest, his head buried in them as he shook silently. Discarding all concern for the other two figures, he rushed towards his friend.

"Harry?" He asked, putting a hand on the Raven-haired boy's shoulder. Harry flinched away from him, sobs becoming audible now.

"Leave him for a bit, Draco," came a tired voice that the frost haired boy recognised. Dumbledore stood beside him, his face drawn and tired.

"What's going on?!" Draco demanded.

"I'm not too sure myself. We'll find out when they wake up," Dumbledore replied, gesturing to the two figures.

"Who are they?"

"I believe that that one," Dumbledore pointed to the man. "Is Newt Scamander."

"Newt Scamander?" Draco recognised that name. "You mean the man who wrote the book for our Care Of Magical Creatures class?"

"The one and the same."

"Shouldn't he be... I don't know, older? He looks quite young professor."

"That is exactly what I was thinking. Wait until he wakes up. We'll question them then."

Draco nodded, moving to sit beside Harry on the bed and wrap an arm around his shaking shoulders, pulling him close.

Dumbledore left to speak to Professor Snape about something, an excuse to leave the room for a bit Draco presumed.

Harry finally lifted his head, shock running through Draco. Purplish blue-black bruises littered Harry's jaw, it was clearly broken.

"Harry?" Draco said, trying to remain calm even though he felt like he was going to explode. "What happened? Why're you hurt?"

Harry let out a choked sob in reply and bowed his head, ashamed. "I-I attacked them," he whispered. "I attacked that boy. I was trying to get at the man, I smelt blood and I-I lost it," Harry's voice stuttered as he choked on tears. "He tried to defend himself and punched me in the face."

Draco didn't know what to think. Of course he was on Harry's side and now wanting to rip that boy limb from limb for hurting Harry, but it was hard to believe that Harry had attacked someone.

"Have you been drinking the right amount of blood recently?"

Harry shook his head in reply.

"You know it's not real, right?"

"Yes, but it's still...disturbing, to me. I hate it," Harry whispered. His words had been slurred the whole time he'd been speaking, the broken jaw making it difficult for him to form words properly.

Draco frowned, but raised his wand, muttering a spell under his breath. Harry's jaw immediately repaired itself, the bruises fading away.

Harry's eyes filled with more tears, and he wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and began sobbing hysterically, finally enduring the inevitable mental breakdown he had been facing for months.

Exhaustion and stress had finally gotten to him, and all he could do was cling desperately to the only light he had left in his life, and cry his tears into Draco's shoulder as the werewolf rubbed his back soothingly, murmuring words of comfort.

******

Dumbledore returned just as Credence began to awaken, shifting slightly. He opened his eyes and winced at the harsh light shining in them.

He lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the light, and then sat up, looking around.

A white haired boy sat on a bed opposite, the same figure that attacked him before asleep in his arms. The boy was watching him cautiously, his grey eyes filled with curiosity.

Credence saw the man who had restrained and knocked him out before, and anger surged through his veins. This man had hurt him. He was bad.

Credence curled his lips into a snarl as the man drew closer, hiding his fear within himself behind a shield of fury.

"Hello," the man began. His voice was calming, yet Credence fought the urge to calm down and let out a deep growl. "Pardon me for before. I am truly sorry about that."

An apology. Credence shifted, unsure how to react. He lowered his defence slightly, now opting to listen to the man.

"Young Mr Potter here lost control of himself, and I want you to know he regrets it very much and will probably apologise when he wakes."

Credence nodded slowly, still unforgiving towards the dark haired boy.

"Can you tell me your name?"

Credence frowned, not wanting to speak. But he opened his mouth and did so anyways. "Credence."

Draco's eyes widened slightly, and he tilted his head to the side. His voice held a quality he'd never known before, almost like a siren's song.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Credence. My name is Albus Dumbledore, but you can call me Albus."

Credence nodded again. This man was... Okay. Perhaps.

He turned his gaze, seeing Newt lying in the bed next to him. Concern washed over him. "Is he going to be alright?"

"Yes. He will be fine."

Credence sighed, tired. He twitched involuntarily, bowing his head slightly. The gaping wound on his head had disappeared, and he saw that Newt's arm was no longer lying at that horrible, disfigured angle.

Newt began to awaken, rolling over and mumbling into his pillow. He seemed to immediately remember the previous events that had occurred, and sat bolt upright.

He gazed around the room, before his wide, blue eyes landed on Dumbledore and Credence. "A-Am I dead? Are we all dead?"

"No, Mr Scamander. I can assure you that we are not all dead, and neither are you," Dumbledore replied. "But I do ask for an explanation. Immediately."

Newt shifted uncomfortably, throwing a quick glance to Credence. "It's a long story."

"We have all the time in the world, Mr Scamander." Dumbledore's tone was harsh and stern.

"I was in New York to release a creature back into the wild, and I got caught up and got into some trouble with their ministry. There had been attacks in their city of a creature, an obscurus."

Credence flinched, turning away.

"We were in a battle against the Aurors and I managed to apparate into the forbidden forest."

"Tell me, Mr Scamander. I fail to understand how you got here. You cannot apparate into the Hogwarts grounds, nor through time."

"Th-Through time?"

"Yes. You've just apparated... I'd say, around 70 years into the future."

Newt stared in shock, his mouth open. "No, that can't be true- I mean, it doesn't make sense-"

"And I also fail to understand why you brought a dangerous obscurus here. You were expelled from this school for letting beasts loose." Dumbledore's tone was angry now.

Newt narrowed his eyes, becoming defensive. "I wasn't going to stand by and watch him die! He's lived this long, he's a miracle. We can save him, I know we can."

"That isn't possible."

"Anything is possible," Newt shot back, standing up. "I've ridden dragons. I've ran beside unicorns, bowed before hippogriffs. I've nearly been killed by acromantula on three separate occasions. I've seen a lot of things, and I can see goodness in him."

"I cannot allow dangerous creatures into the castle."

"I can't believe you," Newt snarled. "You fought for me when I was expelled. You stood up for the idiotic Hufflepuff who bit off more than he could chew when it came to magical creatures. You tried. Why can't you try again now?! Has something in these seeming seventy years I've missed changed you, old man?!"

Credence was shaking and twitching, tears rolling down his cheeks. He hated this.

"M-Mr Scamander," Draco finally spoke up, seeing Credence's current state. "He doesn't look good."

Newt raised an eyebrow at the blond quickly before moving slowly towards Credence. He kneeled in front of the boy, catching his gaze.

"You're okay," his voice was calm and soothing. "It's alright, I'm here, and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. We're going to find a way to save you."

Credence twitched, before giving Newt a shaky nod.

"Please," Newt's voice was desperate. "He isn't dangerous, I can help him. I just need a place to stay, and your help."

Dumbledore was still reluctant. "You know the damage that obscurus can cause..."

"I've seen that first hand, professor. Let me help him."

Dumbledore shook his head, resigned. "I can't believe I'm letting you... But fine."