Graves's POV

Searching for two new department heads was a difficult job. He had been assigned to find one for Magical Creatures and an ambassador for the Seeker groups.

Magical Creature experts were few and far between. Most of them already had positions in the ministries or at schools. Those that weren't were underqualified or increasingly difficult to track down. Most were dead.

Seekers were even harder to pin down. Seekers were broken up into two groups. Bonded and unbounded seekers. Bonded seekers were part of Guilds such as the Organization and the Huntik Foundation. Unbonded seekers were freelance seekers who worked with guilds on a case to case basis.

Bonded seekers tended to be the more powerful of the two groups. They had the necessary support to build a strong seeker. Freelance seekers were the weaker of the two. Most never made it past the required rank four for team leader. The most powerful of them made it to rank three.

The President wanted this resolved as soon as possible. His best auror one he trained personally was helping him track down leads. The other aurors were keeping the peace in his absence.

A tip had led him to London where a rare rank one seeker was said to be hiding. Percival had made contact with his friend and fellow auror with hopes of more information. Theesus Scammander a war hero that he met and regularly corresponded with.

The younger auror gave him a place to stay for the time. Both men were solitary bachelors. So he wasn't imposing on the englisman.

Upon his return after another failed attempt at tracking a seeker he found Theesus reading a letter. There was a small frown on the red head's face.

Graves rumbled, "What's wrong, Scammander? You look like there is bad news in that letter."

Theesus replied rubbing a hand down his face, "It's from a friend of my brother's. I've been asked to retrieve him from the Headquarters where he apparated himself. The nearest Headquarters to pick him up from is in Germany."

Percival noticed the lack of information. The younger man was hiding something from him. The question was why?

He didn't know much about the younger Scammander. What he did know was that the young man travelled the world. He like Theesus had fought in the war. The division that he served in was the dragon division.

He asked curious, "Why do you have to get him? As your brother he should be able to return on his own."

Theesus sighed, "A year and half ago my brother was gravelly injured. Apparating was dangerous for him to perform after the injuries. I have to go to work and since he isn't a member of the guild he isn't exactly allowed to stay."

That had Percival's attention. He asked, "He's a seeker? I thought seeker powers were inherited through the family. Like magic."

Theesus responded tiredly, "Our grandfather was a seeker. Newt was the first member of the family since to be a seeker."

That was interesting. A younger seeker. The only living seeker in his family.

"What's his rank?"

Theesus gaze turned back to him in surprise. He answered, "Rank one. He used to be a member of the Foundation. When he was injured a year and a half ago he left the Foundation. He kept his ties to those he was closest to but for the last year he has been more reclusive than normal."

A rank one seeker? They were rare even within the guilds. The test required to pass was extraordinarily difficult. Could this be the person he was looking for?

An ambassador to seeker communities. He now wanted to meet the younger Scammander.

Percival said curious, "I wouldn't be remiss to returning your brother to you. I don't have any travel bans in place. I would also wish to speak to him about becoming an ambassador for MACUSA."

Theesus pulled out a necklace and tossed it to him, "The password is Armorbrand. It will take you to the Headquarters. I'm sorry to leave Newt to you but I have to get back to the ministry."

Percival said, "Be careful out there."

It was the same words they had spoken since Theesus housed him. Be careful. Both knew how dangerous their jobs were.

Percival touched his wand to the necklace and said, "Armorbrand."

Then he was whisked away to a German countryside.

Newt's POV

In a panic he had apparated himself to the one safe place he knew. The Huntik Foundation. It wasn't his smartest idea and he knew that. The red haired boy landed painfully in the entryhall.

His injuries had been too severe for him to move himself. It only took half a second for seekers to pull him to his feet and take him to the infirmary. Three days he stayed in the infirmary before he was declared well enough to leave.

Dante Vale an old mentor of his was currently sitting by his bed side as Newt buttoned his shirt. The man said, "Newt you gave us a scare when you arrived so suddenly. I know Metz and Guggenheim gave you emergency access if you ever needed it. Seeing you so bloody scared me."

Newt ducked his head to avoid the brown probing eyes. He didn't want to answer the unasked question. Looking down at his chest he could see bandages poking out from under his shirt.

Newt had been lucky not to splinch himself when he apparated. The wards sensing his injuries allowed him entry. Now he was preparing to leave. He left the Huntik Foundation almost two years ago. He didn't belong here. Not anymore.

He pulled a vest over his head before grabbing his coat that lay across his bed. Unsteadily he stood and Dante gripped his elbow to keep him in his feet.

Dante stated gently, "I sent your brother a portkey to pick you up. You're still in no condition to be on your own."

Newt shrugged the hand off and growled, "I'm fine, Dante. I lasted the last year and a half by myself. I don't need my brother to look after me."

Dante said as they both felt the wards permit someone in through a portkey, "You nearly died when you arrived here. If you go out there alone, next time you could die."

Newt shook his head as he said, "Dante I'll be fine. You trusted me once. Trust me again when I say that I will be fine."

A knock on the door drew their attention. It was heavier than most of the seekers that roamed the halls of the headquarters. Far to heavy to be that of his brother. Who was at the door?