I love Newt whump fanfics and wanted to do my own take this scene. Now! I do warn you, a lot of people have done this scene, but I couldn't resist adding to it, I've tried hard to make it differ from other fics without making it boring. I love stories that don't have a lot of magic healing, so I wanted to do a story that doesn't result in too much magic healing as well (I'm not a doctor either just to let you know). This story contains HUGE whump for those whump fans out there! I've only seen the film twice, literally brought a notebook the second time to write down ideas! :) My skillz at Grammar, spelling and story set-ups are crap, but have no fear, Thanks to my wonderful Beta named NeahZoldyck13, she has currently beta this chapter, which is now updated YAY! Keep in mind this is my first fic. ;D

The dimly lit train station tunnels were alive with the distant echoes of an intense dispute between a magizoologist and the director of MACUSA's magical defense. Newt tried his best to defend himself from the powerful wizard, Percival Graves, by weaving
in and out of the tunnel's large brick pillars.

He managed to dodge the blue electric bolts that Graves flung at him. Graves was an accomplished wands-men, he specialized in wand dueling and not only that, he didn't need his wand or words to generate a basic enchantment. Newt was baffled at the man's
determination for the boy, Graves was the M.A.C.U.S.A 's head of security, what could he possibly do with the Obscurus. Newt's mind swirled with assumptions, and then it hit him, he prayed his theory wasn't true.

Meanwhile, Credence stumbled down the tracks oblivious to the train that was fast approaching him. Graves waved his hand, and the boy was thrown out of the train's way, just in the nick of time too. Satisfied he then continued to assault Newt with various
spells. Newt frantically dodged his attacks but he wasn't fast enough, and Graves gave a swift flick of his jet-black ebony wand, sending a blue spark that stuck Newt dead on, knocking him to the cold hard ground. The magical current surged through
Newt, he screamed as extreme white-hot throbbing pain and his body spazzed from the electrical currents. Newt instantly felt his lungs seized and his heart rate escalate drastically.

Credence got his feet and watched in fear as the strange, timid man fell to his knees, withering into a fetal position on the steel tracks. Credence was in distress, he wanted to help the friendly man in the blue coat, but he didn't know what to do. After
all, he was just a freak, "NO!" The bitter voice that resembled his deceased mother corrected him, he was a monster. Credence winced at the abusive women's distant voice, telling him that over and over as the voice mocked and teased him.

Newt attempted to defend himself from Graves's wrath, but Graves shielded his efforts with great ease. Newt felt exhausted; his body was scorched and was protesting every movement making it in too much shock to respond fast enough. Graves persisted in
attacking, flicking his wand continuously, lighting the tunnel with flashes of blue. Newt was helpless, and he desperately tried to regain focus as his body twitched at each shot that he failed to shield. Graves had the upper hand, and his eyes were
set on Credence.

Graves took a break from attacking the crippled wizard that laid dazed on the ground and decided to make his move on Credence.

"Credence? I'm terribly sorry, I was wrong about you…" he paused "You're no squib there my boy, for you" he pointed at him, shaking his finger with a wide grin, 'Are absolutely beautiful." Graves chocolate eyes sparkled at the boy "And all I want is for
you to join me so I can show you your true potential" He said in coaxing tone;

Credence stared at Percival like a deer in the headlights. He'd believed for years that his mother was right, he was useless, except now Graves spoke of him having potential? Was Graves someone to trust? The enticing man then started to approach Credence,
but his only obstacle was that annoying obstinate wizard that stood between him and Credence. Newt managed to get up and took a shot a Graves, but it was brushed off like a fly.

Newt twisted his head to Credence with wide green eyes "Don't listen to him Credence! You can trust me; he will hurt you!" He wheezed, it was getting harder to breathe.

Graves scolded the determined wizard and sighed with frustration. Newt was caught by surprise. For just a split-second, he'd dropped his shield and Graves manage to cast his hex with a wave of his hand. The train's rusted tracks groaned and began to lift
like a tidal wave, sending Newt flying in its wake. This startled Credence who was confused about the situation, he could feel the darkness take over, and his Obscurus beginning to awaken again.

Newt let out a whimper as he plummeted to the unforgiving ground with a thud, hearing his hand and shoulder crack in response. The pain he felt tripled. Newt had no time to deal with his injuries and without thinking he'd quickly grabbed his wand with
his good right hand and apparated, knowing what was to become of Credence's obscurus.

Credence Obscurus raged. Graves looked at the angry cloud forming above him, and he apparated as well. The obscurus burst through the tunnel ceiling leaving a gaping hole through the roof; it arrived outside the station. The crowd of No-Majs screamed
as the dark mass broke through the force field the M.A.C.U.S.A had made.

Newt groaned as he leaned against the station's smooth brick tunnel walls. His lungs gasped for air. His adrenaline had died down now, and he had quickly remembered that the searing pain was returning and surely his body was failing. Newt could barely
hear; his heart was pounding in his ears, and his vision was blurry. Quitting wasn't an option. He had to save Credence before Graves could get to him or worse!

Newt recalled a bottle of Phoenix tears; It was from his beloved teacher, Albus Dumbledore, a gift along with the case. He'd had used them as "painkillers" for his injured animals. Newt reached with his right hand in his coat pocket and searched frantically
for it. It was difficult because he was left-handed.

Finally, Newt found the small glass vile and he'd let out a raspy sigh of relief, knowing the effects wouldn't last long, but it certainly would tide him over till he sorted this mess out. Drinking the last drops of the tears with a gulp, his hand gripped
the wall as he'd tried to regain balance. He was still a little sore since the tear's effects weren't instant, and his muscles still twitched and twinge from Graves' magic.

Newt suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind him. He spun around, reaching for his wand, when he noticed the familiar figure with short charcoal colored hair; it was Tina. Newt relaxed. Never before had he been so content to hear her beautiful voice again.

"Newt!? What's happening, where's Credence!?" she exclaimed. She seemed flustered about the situation.

"He's by the tracks with Graves. Hurry, we need to get to him first!" Newt said with urgency.

Instantly he grabbed Tina by her arm and waved his wand, and they apparated back to where they had left the two.

Tina's eyes searched the bent tracks frantically for the boy, but all she found was a dark cloud that was now Credence. She gasped in horror as Graves approached the unstable child at an alarming pace. Credence panicked as his brain pictured a belt in
his mother's hands. The darkness swarmed his mind, and his obscures grew into an even bigger thick black cloud of chaos and immense darkness.

"No, No, No!" Credence shrieked, digging his nails into his head,

Newt panicked he didn't know how to settle the dangerous child. Newt was startled when a calm but shaky voice rang out through the station. He watched as Tina spoke to Credence attempting to calm him down.

"Credence, stop" her voice echoed through the tunnel "Don't do this please, I know what that woman did to you, but Newt and I will protect you" Credence heard her and relaxed, his obscurus shrank, and she began to see the outlines of the boy. "Please,
I just need you to calm down for me, ok?" Tina spoke in a reassuring tone.

Just as she finished, Picuery's voice bellowed through the tunnel and the M.A.C.U.S.A rushed in from the tunnel's entrance. Everyone had turned to view the group as they got in formation. Picuery's eyes flashed in fear as the dark mass was angered and
grew once more. She was fearful of what would happen next, but she stood with great poise. She ordered her aurors to ready their wands and expel the threat.

"No! Stop!" Tina shrieked. She attempted to run to Credence, but Newt held her down.

Picuery was oblivious to Tina's pleas to stop, for she was too late. The black cloud was pelted by hundreds of spells from the aurors. Credence's blood-curdling scream filled the air and echoed through the station. Tina and Newt watched in horror as the
M.A.C.U.S.A executed the boy, his obscurus form exploded into black shreds. The remains showered the air, but in the corner of Newt's eye, he could see a strand of black wisp escape the scene, this made Newt lighten with hope.

The silence broke as Graves turned to face Picuery with a threatening expression on his face as he spoke up. Picuery's eyes shot a cold, stern look his way. She was furious that he had betrayed them, causing so much havoc.

"You fools, do you all realize what you have just done?" Graves spoke in a scary calm tone looking at Picquery with fire in his eyes;

"He was dangerous. He'd murdered a No-Maj and broke our most sacred law!" Picquery answered with authority.

"A law that makes us scuttle like rats that hide in the gutter, A law that makes us hide our true nature for the fear of discovery?" he said, sarcastically ranting. "I ask you… who does this law really protect, us or them?" His finger pointed to the hole
in the ceiling where the No-Maj's were standing by.

" I refuse to bow down to your crooked ways, Madame President." He then bow mockingly, turning to the exit.

The president looked at him in disgust at his comment and motioned to her aurors.

"Aurors, can you please seize Mr. Graves' wand and escort him back to where he belongs?" she said, displeased.

Graves continued to walk to the exit when the aurors barrier stopped him. He rolled his eyes and spun around to face the troop, starting to move towards them. He reached for his wand, blocking the aurors' shots with grace and stamina. Slowly, he knocked
them out one by one.

As Newt and Tina stood there in shock, seemingly forgotten by Graves. Then that thought from earlier crossed Newt's racing mind. He should've known it was true. With that, he reached into his pockets and, before Graves could react, he threw his swooping
evil. It let out a screeched, gliding across the tracks passing the fallen aurors as it made a beeline for Graves' back. The creature grabbed him with it's sticky cocoon, quickly fastening his arms down and restraining Graves. Newt ambles up to Graves,
turning his wand while repeating a chant he'd learned and before everyone knew it, Graves' onyx colored hair transformed into a crème white and his face was distorted into that of an older man's. Newt's suspicions were true, Grindelwald was impersonating
Percival Graves...

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