This last chapter is for those who forgot that Tina had a boss-*ss witch moment in the movie when she's going shot for shot with you know who.

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Ministry of Magic Classification

XXXXX: Known Wizard Killer / Impossible to Train or Domesticate

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He forgets, sometimes, that Tina's an Auror.

He forgets the heavy brunt of her magic, the raw yet polished talent shooting out of her, the intensity of her heartfelt glare. Newt's faced Grindelwald with the help of his beasts, but she's faced him since day one with just the stick of her wand and the force of her convictions.

(Tina still wakes up sometimes, in the middle of the night. He's coaxed her into talking, not hiding her pain, just as he opens up about his.)

Newt forgets because she's tender-hearted, and so incredibly loving, his Tina. Her touches are often feather-like, and when they're substantial, they're so warm. To little Leon, she's firm, but there's not a moment to doubt her underlying gentleness. Queenie is reputedly the sweetheart of the duo, but Tina is the one who gives most intensely, most selflessly.

Newt forgets, but the world's still in chaos. It isn't safe, especially for them. In the warm cocoon of his home, with her, with little Leon, Newt has the luxury to forget, sometimes.

The man arrives unannounced inside their home, with plans to steal his creatures to release Gellert Grindelwald. He's a lunatic, convinced that Newt's 'monsters' will do his bidding if their 'master' commands it.

And what better collateral than the two-year old Scamander heir?

Pickett quivers in Newt's sleeve, while Mauler hisses threats from his trouser leg, its claws rooted deep into the carpet, rendering Newt frustratingly still. He watches Tina whip out her wand faster than the man can react, a wordless cry ripped from her mouth, lightning in her eyes.

Her precision is astounding. He barely sees the disarming spell, launched with such force it shatters the protego, and slams the assailant into the wall. Little Leon is unscathed but frightened, wailing as Newt magically whisks his son to his side.

The rest is just flashes of searing lightning back and forth as Newt sees the expulso and reductor curses crash into walls, shattering bricks and old mortar.

"Grindelwald should have ended you," the man snarls, spitting red as he leans against the destroyed study wall. "You Scamanders are blood traitors. And now you introduce foreign filth into your bloodline. No wonder they call you a freak, and kicked your family out of the Twenty-Eight."

Newt is about to launch himself at the man, dragging Mauler with him or not, but Tina is faster. Her gaze locks the attacker in place, drains the blood from the man's face.

"You try saying that again, about my son. About my husband."

The man recovers, snarling. "You and your son are filthy. Not fit to kiss Grindelwald's boots."

"Grindelwald's done," Newt counters, eyeing the rubble of his study. "You should stop, too. Give it up. This is not your era any longer."

The man lifts a second wand, a spark of green lighting the tip.

Tina's preemptive spell renders the room a white blur. Newt hugs Leon a little closer, his son's face nuzzling into his neck, Pickett's spindly body wrapping protectively around the toddler's eyes and ears. Mauler gives a self-satisfied yowl.

"Mum, mum, mum," Leon shouts when it's over. He half-waddles, half-crawls furiously across the room.

Tina's arms close around the boy, warm and protective and fierce. "Shhh," she whispers, in between covering his little face with kisses. "You're okay, my love. I'm here."

Newt bounds across the room in large strides. "You were—" he starts. "A-amazing."

Tina looks up at him, hoisting Leon into her arms and straightening to meet his gaze. "I take it the world-famous Mr. Scamander is impressed?"

"Erm," he says, because fatherhood doesn't necessarily mean that everything changes. "Overwhelmed, mostly."

Tina deposits Leon into Newt's arms. "You take him upstairs and read him a story to sleep. I'll be up eventually, after I clean this mess and send the report. The Ministry, MACUSA, and no doubt the International Federation will want to hear about this."

Tina, his lovely wife, career woman, and something more, wholly unfathomable.

He could die of pride, but Newt's decided that living, with all of its ups and downs—always surprising—is well worth it.

"Kiss?" he asks hopefully.

She gives him her shy, watery smile, which shows Newt that she hasn't changed too much, either. "Maybe later, after Leon's asleep."

Mauler gives a loud, displeased yowl at the lack of attention, and nips again at the exposed ankles of the stunned body crumpled against the wall.

"We really should get another Kneazle," Tina admits grudgingly. "Mauler's getting out of hand, all by himself."

"Or," Newt says innocently. "We could work on a sibling for Leon, first. I wouldn't want our son being spoiled rotten like our creatures."

Pickett makes itself known from the crook of Leon's elbow.

"Yes, you too, Pickett," Newt laughs. "You're spoiled so rotten you don't even know it."

And deep down, Newt knows he is, too. Famed magizoologist or not, target of angry fanatics or not, his world cannot be classified—his life too astonishing, love too staggering, to want for anything else so very fantastic.

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End

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Suzu: Thanks so, so much for reading my little story, friends!