So like I said, there really wont be much order to these. They'll skip around, some stories will be in the present, some will be memories, some are for you to decide.

Feel free to leave suggestions on the various scenarios you'd like to see Newt in!

I do own own the wonderful characters in this story.

I apologize for how boring this chapter might seem, I wasn't sure what else to do with it. Send me ideas!

Newt was still at his parent's manner, recovering still from the dragon attack. He was sitting on his bed, flipping through some photo albums when he found the picture.

You see, Newt and Theseus did not always not get along well. Before Theseus went to Hogwarts, there had been a time when the brothers had been closer and could sit beside each other without either of them leaving with some kind of injury.

The picture Newt was looking at was from the winter before Theseus would start his first year at Hogwarts. It was cold out, snow covered the ground, and the pond in the back yard was frozen solid. Theseus loved the pond. Newt did not. While he could swim well enough to keep his head above the water, he had never been a very strong swimmer and would likely never be considered 'good' at swimming. Theseus was skilled at ice skating, and Newt had never been out on the ice. But somehow, that winter, his big brother managed to convince Newt to go ice skating with him. And what a mess it was.

Newt had ice skates, though he never used them. His father had hoped that getting him ice skates would encourage him to try something new and be more outgoing, but no such luck. Conveniently, their mom put a spell on them to make them bigger, so they would still fit Newt as he grew, at least to a certain size.

"C'mon, Newt, just this once! Try it! I won't let you get hurt, I promise!" Young Theseus begged, tugging on Newt's arm. Newt was curled on the couch, not wanting to move. It was cold outside. Newt did not like the cold. Little nine year old Newt did not like many things, but the cold was near the top of the list of things Newton Scamander did not like.

"You'll push me down." Newt protested, shaking his head.

"I won't, I swear. C'mon, please, just this once?" Theseus begged, then grabbed his brothers skates and his wrist and dragged him out before Newt could protest. Theseus had always been the stronger of the two. Newt didn't protest, knowing his brother would not take no for an answer. "Sit." Theseus ordered once they got out to the pond, and Newt sat in the snow, dreading the idea of going out on the ice. His older brother pulled off Newt's snow boots and put his ice skates on him, tying the laces expertly before changing his own shoes. Theseus stood, wobbled for a second, before getting onto the ice. "Come on!"

Newt hesitated, trying to figure out how he was supposed to stand on such narrow blades. He put his hands on either side of him, gathered his legs up under him, and shakily rpse up to his feet. He put his hands out for balance, looking so out of place in the thick winter coat and the ice skates that he almost wanted to laugh at his own shadow. Theseus came to the edge of the ice to coax him on.

"Just take little steps, and you'll be fine." He held out his hand and Newt took it, since there was nothing else steady enough to support him. He was looking down, watching his feet as he slowly made his way to the ice. When his foot first hit it, he almost fell because it slid out from under him. Theseus caught him and held him up. "C'mon now, put your other foot on and it'll be easier."

Newt put his other foot on the ice. His knees were together and he was shaking unsteadily, nervous. Under that thick sheet of ice was water. Freezing cold, dark, forbidding water. "I want to go back inside." Newt stated, but Theseus was already pulling him back further onto the ice.

"Relax, Newt, I've been out here all winter and nothing bad has happened to me." He rolled his eyes.

"Nothing bad ever happens to you." Newt protested, but tried to do as Theseus said.

"Stop looking at your feet. Look at me instead."

Newt did as he was told. His legs shook a little less. He was still holding onto his brother's shoulders, not sure how else to stay up. He was sure that if he let go, he would fall and the ice would break and he would surely drown before Theseus would be able to get him out.

Theseus slowly pulled Newt across the ice, going closer to the middle and away from the edge, doing big lazy circles, trying to make his little brother understand that it was not as scary as he thought it was. The wind blew some snow across the ice and the movement distracted Newt for a seconds, and Theseus used that second to detach Newt's hands from his shoulders and move out of his reach. For a second, Newt didn't realize. Then he looked back to his brother and realized Theseus was further away. He panicked and his arms flailed and his legs went out from under like a baby hippogriff first learning to walk, and he fell right back on his rear end.

He clenched his eyes shut, waiting for the rush of cold water that he was sure would consume him any second, but the only sound he heard was his brother laughing. He opened his eyes.

He was still alive. That was good, and he was still above the water and breathing. What a relief. He looked down, and saw that the ice was not cracked at all. There was just the smallest scratches from the skates, but nothing dangerous. All Newt's limbs were still attached and there was no blood on the ice. A shadow fell over and he blinked up at Theseus, who was grinning.

"See, it's frozen solid. You won't fall through. Now try again." His big brother said, holding a hand down to help Newt up. Newt accepted it, pulling himself to his feet. Once he was up, his feet went out from under him again and this time he took Theseus down with him. They fell in a tangle of arms and legs, and Theseus was laughing again as he rolled off his brother and untangled his skates.

"Up, Newt, not back down! C'mon!" He got up easily, and again offered a hand to help Newt up. This time, Newt's feet stayed where they were supposed to and he was standing again. Theseus gave him a minute to gain his bearings before he easily moved backwards. Seeing Newt's eyes get wide again he said, "Stop panicking every time I move away and come get me. One foot in front of the other. Like this."

Theseus demonstrated, exaggerating a little to make it clear what Newt was supposed to do. The younger Scamander attempted to imitate the movement, and soon enough was back in front of Theseus. He grinned a little, proud to have done something right.

"Good! Now try a little faster!" Theseus skated away from him again, and Newt set to work on moving faster.

That afternoon was one of the few times he and Theseus spent the day together without getting on each other's nerves. Newt was a slow learner, and he fell more times that he could count, but he did improve too. For hours, the two skated. Newt would fall regularly, and Theseus would often need to pull him back up.

When exactly the picture had been taken, Newt wasn't sure. But he smiled as he thought of how they had laughed that day, Theseus able to jump up off the ice gracefully and land smoothly, while Newt had struggled to even keep his feet under him. It had been a lot of fun, until the last time he had fallen on the ice.

Towards the end of the day, as Newt thought he was finally getting hang of things, disaster struck for the nine year old. As he picked up one foot to move it forward, the one remaining on the ice hit a little nick, probably from when Theseus had spun a few times. He fell forward hard, and his chin the ice and he bit his lip, hard. The rush of warm blood that filled his mouth and quickly turned the ice under him to red and pink was more alarming than the pain, which was made worse by the cold. You see, despite Newt's now indifference to blood, he used to panic at the sight of it. Never was Newt the kind to scream in fear though. No, he was silent in fear, always was. He pushed himself to his hands and knees and scrambled back from the blood, but it still coming from his mouth. He spit a mouthful out and called for his brother. "Theishiush!"

He couldn't exactly speak clearly, but his brother heard him and turned around, blinking at the sight before him before realizing that his brother was bleeding. He hurried over, pulling Newt to his feet and looking at the blood that was dripping down his chin and onto his shirt.

"Come on, to the shore." He coaxed, and lead Newt back towards their shoes. Theseus worked fast, pulling Newt's ice skates off and putting the snow boots back on. "Go inside and find mum!" He ordered as he sat down to change his own shoes. Newt turned and ran, tiny heart racing. So much blood, he didn't like blood, not at all!

Newt couldn't remember exactly what his mother's reaction had been, as he had been too panicked at the time to focus on it. But he remembered she had fixed it and cleaned him up. He had curled up by the fire afterwards, vowing to never go on the ice again. He'd broken that vow of course, he had chased several creatures out onto frozen ponds and lakes without a second thought, including recently in New York. But that didn't mean he liked it, it just meant he had outgrown that original fear of the frozen water just as he had outgrown his fear of blood.