Sorry this chapter took a little longer than planned to release but the college work just piled up in the lead up to Christmas.

I may attempt a Christmas special after the next chapter but we'll see, but ahh I think everyone just wants to mother Credence at this point.

With that done, on with the chapter...

The boat powered through the majestic ocean, sliced into ripples and swayed sickeningly fast. The dawn's golden-fingered rays reflected onto the ocean to create a radiant sea of gold. Newt watched the awestruck glow to Credence's face as he leaned over the bannister at the water below and felt a wave of pride. It faltered as he thought of the removal of the obscurus.

Credence's screaming had been agony to hear. Although he had known he was trying to save him it hadn't stopped the guilt pulling at his soul. Like the girl's, Credence's obscurus had latched onto his heart and refused to let go. It had felt like hours trying to detach the black wisp from its host's chest, and even when he did Credence had practically collapsed had Newt not have bubbled the obscurus and sprinted forward to catch him. He was still quite pale and dazed but otherwise Newt could call it more than a success; the boy was alive, and well, and free from the obscurus. Though he had doubts on Credence's magical capabilities, the obscurus most likely could have drained all of it, Newt could see that the boy was beyond ecstatic to be leaving New York behind.

"I've never seen so mu-much sea before. It's beautiful." Credence commented, "Mr Scamander, what is England like?"

Newt rested his arms on the bannister and smirked to himself. "Truthfully? Quite dreary, quite wet, but you'll never find another place like it." He began to reminisce of rainy days at Hogwarts. Of how Peeves would collect water in a bucket and dowse any unlucky professor who ventured too close to his hiding spot, or when the hearths would be enchanted into burning constantly without wasting wood, or when Leta would complain that the dungeons were far more cold and wet than usual-

Newt discarded the memories as fast as they had formed.

"Mr Scamander?"

"Y-yes, Credence?" Newt answered with a slight stammer.

"What will happen to me now?" He asked slowly. "I know no one but Ma and I've never been anywhere before and I don't have anywhere else to g-go. Except stay with you. After what I did in New York...do you think they will try and hurt me again?"

Newt could see the growing fear in Credence's eyes. The boy couldn't have known the extent of his destruction, nor truly how to control it but Newt knew all too well that the ministry would not understand that. Anything going against the laws put in place was an enemy or an obstacle, the ministry didn't care which. It wasn't corrupt, far from it, but it sure wasn't empathetic either. "No one is going to hurt you ever again Credence. They'll have to go through me first." Newt vowed. Credence smiled.

Suddenly a shadow was looming over the two and Newt was yanked around to face an angry woman. "Mr Scamander do you have any idea how many laws you are breaching by one, lying to the MACUSA, two, illegally taking a suspect across waters and three only telling me by letter from a directionally confused owl this morning?" Tina sucked in a breath and then, quite unexpectedly, hugged Credence tightly. At first he didn't know how to react but soon found himself loosening into it as the affectionate human contact warmed his soul. "I'm so glad he saved you." She whispered into his ear.

"Ah, good morning to you Miss Goldstein." Newt replied sarcastically, though he couldn't hide the smile on his face. "I would've told you sooner but I didn't know he was with me until later yesterday evening."

It took Tina a great amount of strength to actually release Credence. She hadn't quite believed Newt's letter but now, seeing the boy in front of her, she couldn't help but laugh in sheer relief. Newt's expression was one of surprise as the sound was rather warming to hear. Credence, however, could only stare at her. He had thought about her and the way she had saved him from Ma, and then in the subway she had been the only one to show him an ounce of kindness without trying to gain something from it. Now here she was hugging him and happy to see him. It was surreal.

"Mr Scamander is t-telling the truth." Credence insisted.

Tina smiled. "I do believe you. But you know what this means Mr Scamander. He can't go to England without the MACUSA knowing he's alive."

Credence paled, however, Newt answered for him. "Even if I explain he's free from his Obscurus do you honestly believe they'll just let him leave? Miss Goldstein he can't go back. I made him a promise."

Tina shook her head. She was already battling with her morals as it was. "Please don't make this harder for me. I know Credence would benefit from being with you in England, truly I do, but there are laws-"

"And those laws have already put Credence in danger once before." Newt snapped quietly. The two stopped arguing as Credence covered his ears. He always hated raised voices, it was always just too loud for his sensitive ears. Tina immediately grew protective and pulled him close, gently shushing him by brushing his thin hair. She didn't want to do this again, didn't want to hurt him, but he would never truly be free without the MACUSA confirming it.

"Mr Scamander," she began, "if he goes to England the ministry of magic will know who he is and tell the MACUSA in a heartbeat. If you present that Credence is no longer a danger then he has a better chance of a good life. Please don't turn him into a fugitive." She begged.

Newt glanced between the two. He disliked her nearly always being right but he couldn't deny it this time. He sighed as guilt attacked his heart.

A young muggle girl had been watching the three of them and now smiled warmly at the happy family.

She brought the two back to her apartment. Once Queenie had tried to mother Credence enough they sat down to a meal. It had been pleasant. Credence had felt truly at home for the first time as Queenie explained how MACUSA worked, about the wizarding school Illvermorny, and all these other wondrous magical things. Newt continually argued Hogwarts was the better school. There was a warmth here. The candles burned brighter and the meal had been delicious and the people were so kind. He could have stayed awake forever had he not yawned a little and caused Tina to immediately send him for a nap.

She led him into a bedroom with two identical beds, the place quite messy with objects strewn about but with the flick of her wand it began to tidy itself before his eyes. He laid down on the left bed and pondered over everything for a moment while Tina disappeared. His cheeks ached from all the smiles and grinning. He wondered if removing the Obscurus had stopped all his magical abilities, he dearly hoped not. He would have to ask Newt later on what they could do to bring out his magical abilities. Tina returned with a cup of hot chocolate, the spoon stirring itself. She placed it on the beside table and then sat on the edge of the bed for a moment. She looked as if she were about to cry.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you in the subway. I'm sorry I let that evil woman hurt you. I could've done something, anything, but if I had it would've threatened the entire magical community of being discovered. Sometimes I wish I had done something differently, for you." She apologised with utter purity.

Credence blinked. Then he shook his head. "You did help me though. You sh-showed me kindness. You and Mr Scamander, you w-wanted to help me because you're kind people."

Tina smiled with glazed eyes.

Once he had drunk most of the hot chocolate, Credence pulled the heated blankets closer around himself and drifted into a slumber as Tina closed the door behind her. She walked back into the kitchen where her sister and Newt were sat at the table, the plates washing themselves, and had to glare at the two giving her a betrayed expression.

"They have to know." She concluded stubbornly.

"We know, but you feel bad about it too. You care about him a lot."

"Queenie don't read my mind right now." She replied in a tired slur. Tina was so exhausted that she slumped into the chair beside her sister. "If they make one move to hurt him they'll regret it." She vowed.

Newt and Queenie glanced at each other. Queenie knew all too well when her sister was insistent on something, it made her quite sharp at times but it was for the best intentions, and there was no talking her out of it this time. "The MACUSA have no idea what they have in store tomorrow." She commented.