A/N Someone recently commented on the version of this story, and it reminded me that I hadn't updated it on here! So, there are about five chapters that have been loaded at once. Anything from chapter 21 onwards is new.

They weren't sure if they'd make it or not. They'd been delayed at the Dubai office, had missed their connecting floo and put everything in their day two hours late. They'd rushed through their debrief with the Minister, and Pettigrew had sent them off with a knowing chuckle.

They'd pushed through crowds, searching for a familiar head of bright yellow, and the portly gentleman who'd always stood beside her.

"Teen!" Queenie's voice carried, and they saw her a moment later, her blue coat buttoned up and a light pink scarf hanging around her neck, ever the glamourous one. "Mercy Lewis we thought you wouldn't make it! Have you two come straight from the floo?"

"They won't mind," Newt shrugged self-consciously, dusting a patch of soot from his coat. Queenie had her wand out, brushing away the worst of the dust with an efficient flick neither of them had mastered yet.

"Good trip?" Jacob asked carefully.

"Forget that," Queenie interrupted, "Is it true?"

Tina and Newt glanced at each other, "Why are you asking us?" Tina asked evasively, "We don't know any more than anyone else. But yeah, that's what they're sayin', right?"

Any answer was cut off by the sound of the steam train, bright red and glistening, arriving in the station, and was drowned out by children calling goodbye, parents greeting, owls hooting. It was a cacophony, and through it all, the Kowalski and Scamander families stood waiting under the sign they waited at every year for their offspring to find them. It was easier than trying to spot six individual children spilling off the train.

"Can you believe Aurie's done at Hogwarts?" Tina mused, rolling her neck to relieve some of the tension of a ten hour trip back to London to pick their children up from school on time.

"She's not," Jacob said, faux confidently, "She's still our little girl, she ain't old enough to do magic outsida Hogwarts, she ain't going to do Healer training in the Fall."

"Sorry daddy," Aurie's bright voice carried, the willowy young woman bending slightly to peck her father on the cheek. "I am quite grown up. Hello mummy. The boys will be along shortly. They're arguing over Augustus again."

Queenie laughed, pulling her eldest in for a tight hug that spoke of how hard she found it to let go every September.

"Hey Aunty Teen, Uncle Newt," Aurie Kowalski greeted them. "How was Dubai?"

"Hot," Newt huffed, "Hello Aurie. Good last year at Hogwarts?"

"Objectively better than yours," Was Aurie's smart reply. She had been horrified to learn of Newt's rather tumultuous attempt at education. Her legilimens skill had been a curse and a blessing, for it helped her navigate school life easily and her natural enthusiasm and desire to be a Healer helping her with the academic side. Newt acknowledged the barb with his usual cheerful smile, pulling her into his side as they waited for "the children" to make their way over.

"So, is it true?" Aurie asked, glancing askance at her aunt.

"Is everyone going to ask me that today?" Tina asked in exasperation, throwing her hands up in the air as a gaggle of teenagers broke free from the crowd and headed towards them. "My creatures! Here you are!"

"Merlin mum, have you and dad just stepped off the floo?" Corvin asked, tall and long-limbed, not quite grown into their full length. His dark hair curled out of his head, flopping into his eyes as he pushed his sister towards them.

"Mummy!" The russet-haired eleven-year-old leapt off the trolley and stumbled into Newt's arms. "You both came!"

"Of course we came Leo," Tina ruffled her youngest's hair affectionately, little Leona Diane Scamander glowing with happiness and too much sugar. "How many of those new bertie botts candies did you eat?"

"Only one bag," Leo blinked innocently, her hands tugging at the suitcase, "Did you bring us any new friends from Dubai?"

Another family walked by, glancing curiously at them. Tina glared at them, this was her family time and she'd be damned if someone came up to talk to her now. They all looked away quickly and left her be. She'd have hell to pay in the office, but it was always worth it.

"You'll have to wait and see," Newt said firmly, spinning the case out of reach. "Now, let me see, we have the three boys, an ex-Hogwarts student and a new one too, but I can't hear number six. Hello boys, it's good to see you both again."

The dark-haired twins paused in their good-natured bickering to wave over to their uncle. Next to the gangly Corvin, the Kowalski twins were much shorter and stockier, with dark hair and the same eye shape that marked them all as family.

The last of their children shuffled up, quieter than all the rest a moment later, her long straight hair having paled with age to a light red and making her look more like her mother than ever before. She had just finished her sixth year, and matched Corvin for temperament – both of them quiet and serene, able to face near enough anything without so much as blinking an eye. They were still close friends, despite the full Hogwarts year separating them.

"Helena," Tina greeted warmly, "You did real good this year, we're real proud of you. Proud of all of you," She said pointedly to the others.

"Thanks Mum," Helena smiled softly, pleased to be back amongst people who didn't judge her. She'd found a home in the back garden of Dorset, learning to walk with her foster-brother and cousins by following a niffler with a demiguise holding her hands.

There was a mewling noise from the pile up of suitcases waiting to be taken out to the enchanted bakery van Jacob had driven up in. Everyone froze, turning back to the pell mell of boxes and trunks that had no other order than belonging to the Scamander-Kowalski clan.

"Alright," Newt sighed finally, turning back to the assorted teens. "I know I didn't send you back to school with anything that miaowed, so which one of you bought back a cat?"

There was silence as they all glanced sideways at each other, wondering who was going to fess up. They knew he wasn't mad, dad was never mad about animals, and mum tended only to wonder how much more space the spells could accommodate.

Helena, sweet innocent Helena, was the one who wet her lips and opened her mouth.

"I found a Kneazle being chased out of the kitchens by the house elves," she said in a rush, squirming a little under everyone's gaze. "And so Corvin and I took it down to the new Care of Magical Creatures professor like you told us to, but he wanted to just release it into the forest! He knew nothing about kneazle-care. And she has a litter…so…."

She glanced sideways. A moment later, Leona was proudly stroking a kneazle kitten. Each twin was holding one with grimaces, hands scratched, Corvin was reaching into a wicker basket and Helena was unfolding her cloak to reveal a final kitten. Queenie tried not to laugh.

"Well," Leona smiled in her bright, sunny way, "We are Scamanders after all."

They all leant forward to put the kittens back in with their mother, who didn't seem too fond of the noise of the station and hissed until Corvin had fixed the basket down again.

"We thought they'd like the garden," Percy piped up, grinning from ear to ear.

Newt beamed at them, with pride if absolutely nothing else.

"Come on you heathens," Tina grumbled good-naturedly, playing her part in the farce. "Get your things, we should be able to get out easy now."

"So, where are we going this Summer?" Leona asked hopefully, having found the stationary aspect of school harder than both her siblings. Corvin and Helena had gone to school together, Leona had four years traipsing with her parents before Scotland beckoned.

"I've had a letter from Romania," Newt replied thoughtfully, eyes sparkling, "But also Brazil."

"We've been to Bulgaria four times to check on your dragons," Leona reasoned, not noticing the sparkling eyes of everyone around her. Leona had Tina's reasoning skills and Newt's need to be elsewhere. "I think we should go back to Brazil. Could we go via Peru, to see if we can find the Vipertooth?"

"We will have to see," Newt laughed, and ruffled her hair. He'd been afraid of being a father, but he'd always found it easy to talk to the children, to share with them all that he loved and watch as they loved them too. "Get your things, the vans out the back."

There was a scramble to assign trolleys to people, Leona not pushing her own in favour of perching on her brothers.

"Wait, mum," Corvin said (at an elbow from Helena and a very pointed look). "We just wanted to know… is it true? Is he really gone? Are we really safe?"

Tina glanced at all their eager hopeful faces, suddenly so much younger than they had pretended to be a few moments before. She glanced at Newt, his clear eyes giving her as much direction now as they had all those years before.

"Yeah," She said finally, "Yeah, it's true. Grindlewald is gone, and the muggle war is too. We're all safe from him, at least."

"Mother will be glad to hear that," Helena whispered, thinking of how nice it would be to take some good news to her mother for once, alone in her house with only her spiralling thoughts. Hippolyta had come home from her quest some five years before and given Helena the choice of who she lived with - a mother who was a near stranger to her, or her Mimi, Pops and siblings. She'd chosen to stay with her adopted family, spending time with her Mother whenever she could. But the war hadn't quite left Hippolyta, and she relied on Queenie ever more.

"Yeah, Aunt Hippolyta's comin' over for dinner tomorrow night, she wanted you all to get settled first," Queenie interjected, "now, come on, Jacob and I made candle cake before we left, and we don't want it to go to waste now do we?"

Appealing to their stomachs was the fasted way to get any child or teenager to move, and it proved just as useful here. Queenie chivvied them along, leaving Newt and Tina to stand together a beat before following.

Nineteen years of their life they had dedicated to fighting Grindlewald, rescuing and rehabilitating creatures, and protecting their children (the last fifteen years). Nineteen years this shadow had plagued them. It had taken their brother from them, and taken the soul of their sister, leaving their eldest daughter in a place she wasn't meant to belong. They'd forged a home on unstable grounds, and they had made names of themselves.

"It is over, isn't it?" Tina asked quietly, "Dumbledore really beat him this time, he's gone."

"Yes," Newt said firmly, their eyes were shadowed now with the realities of war, their spirits having kept going through everything despite their exhaustion. They were both concerned about what it would mean for them now, for what their lives would be like without glancing over their shoulders. "Yes, my love, it's over."

A/N Thank you for everyone who has liked, commented and followed this, especially if you were here when Drizzle first made its way onto the site. I hope you've enjoyed the ride as much as I have enjoyed writing our mushy Newtina, and I hope I'll still do some one/two shots. I just won't be writing big thirty odd chapter pieces anymore.

So, thank you for reading, thank you for enjoying, and please let me know your thoughts!