Apr. 7th, 2017

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@hamelin-born and @stylishbutdefinitelyillegal came up with the dragon!Scamanders. Consider this:

Hufflepuf dragon. Absolutely loyal and hard working. Have you seen a dragon working hard on destroying his enemies? And loyal, but only to those he chooses. And heaven help you if you are among his chosen but betray that trust. Lestrange family is unhinged, we know that, but could it maybe, just maybe come from a curse of a powerful magical being?

And the dragon knows he’s so powerful and dangerous, after all it was drilled in them since they were little hatchlings: “You are strong, you are powerful, but we are just a few. If you squish them they will find us, and then what?” So he tries to seem unthreatening. Always on the defensive.

It’s true though that Theseus can fit in better. After listening to endless “why can’t you be more like your brother” Newt decides to copy his transfiguration professor. The quirkier you are the more people take you for a weak fool and don’t feel threatened by you. They underestimate you. So Newt is hiding in the plain sight by sticking out.

After learning that there are dragon reserves, smol!Newt cried and whined until their parents gave in and took the boys to the one in Wales. Newt came away terribly disappointed. He expected to find more family but what he found were more beasts than beings like them. Later, when he’s older and has more experience, he says that it’s like visiting a person with advanced dementia who cannot properly string words together anymore and blabbers nonsensical syllables that have meaning only to themselves, yet recognizing that there is a meaning to be found. He was even more disappointed by finding out how the reserve workers treated the dragons. He knows that if their family is found out, this is where they will end and how they will be treated.

The first magizoological text he opens is actually to learn what he can expect from his not-so-fellow humans. The others follow when he realizes that he could actually do something about it.

He gets so many books and starts dragging creatures home to study them better. His parents are concerned at first but then decide that at least it’s less dangerous than Theseus hoarding battlefield commendations, and let him be.

During the years he actually lost all the fucks to give about what he calls in his head the laws of men. The only reason why he bothers with legal things anymore is his brother. Seriously, if there’s like a complete opposite to hoarding, that’s what he feels about Theseus’ lectures. But being Humanly Legal is a chore and a half.

He travels a lot not only to study the creatures in their natural environment but also to avoid anybody getting to know him too much. He can’t afford being found out. It’s the only regulation he takes seriously. See, Theseus? I’m complying.

His body language stays in the learned defensive position and so there are only little to no tells when he attacks. It’s always completely logical and justifiable, don’t look at me like that, I can’t help it if they are idiots who won’t listen to the voice of reason, that is, Newt’s reason.

His hoarding people actually started with Jacob. When they got talking in the bank, Newt didn’t think. He just wanted that human to buzz off and let him be. But when Jacob heard him saying he wants to get a loan for a bakery too, he said “may the best man win” even though he was clearly upset. That made some long-forgotten and empty part in Newt sit up and pay attention. Jacob only helped his case, so to speak, when he called Newt back to the hatching egg.

Tina wasn’t the second. It was Queenie. She recognized his mind as alien but she said nothing. Even to her own sister. Instead she kept her attention firmly on Jacob and then made them cocoa. She is one of the strongest people Newt knows because oh my God, how is she still sane? She reads humans and goblins and elves and dragons, she can read Newt, and she’s still sane. Maybe a little giggly, but. Newt wonders sometimes if anybody is aware how much Queenie doesn’t say in all her brutally honest chatter.

He starts to hoard Tina after the death chamber. When he saw her memories in the death potion, how she protected Credence. He recognizes a fellow hoarder, she would make a fine dragon, he thinks. Later, Theseus will agree. Tina clings to the law with near-reptilian tenacity, but they both like her even better when she starts to hoard justice and mercy instead.

The church children, and he means the three, he will never call them Barebones, they are so much than that, only that monster of a woman was a bare bone, those come as set, all strange and beautifully broken. This is the moment when Newt actually realizes he’s hoarding people. That he’s really hoarding. At first he thinks it’s completely random, but then he realizes that all of them are extraordinary, broken, yet fighting for their control every single moment, just like him. They are all shattered and put back together and now they reflect single rays in myriads of colorful impressions. It’s good that dragon fire shines bright.

Newt is the one to find Graves. Believe it or not, Grindelwald got inspired by Russian folk tales and charmed Graves into an egg. And then put that egg among all other impounded creature eggs at MACUSA. It was lucky that Piquery hired Newt to go all over the impounded creatures as a bribe so that he won’t tell his powerful war hero of a brother he was sentenced to death under her rule (like hell he won’t; he hasn’t promised her anything).

So after Graves is found there’s such a commotion that Newt can’t really continue combing over the MACUSA impound storage, and he just hangs with Queenie and Tina. Who drags him with her when the Aurors get cracking on yet another smuggler ring.

The auror team comes back speechless and shattered. It turns out the ring kept a few bowtruckles for the locks, but what’s even worse, there were small girls. The first made Newt angry, the second made him livid. If Tina hadn’t blurted out they needed at least a few of them alive…

“It was carnage, man, just pure slaughter. I don’t know how Goldstein got the balls to tell him leave some of them alive, but you know he doesn’t look like much? So he walks in, still not looking like much, and then grabs the first guy and puts his face through the wall. The wall won. It wasn’t pretty. And he went on like that, one man killing machine, not reacting to spells or anything. They had to miss him, I guess, I recognized a few boneshatters, no way he’d shrug that off. He didn’t listen to them or to us, and then that madwoman runs to him, grabs his arm and goes ‘we need to interrogate somebody’ and he stops. And then gets terribly upset, because he forgot to take his coat off and got it all bloody. Forgot about cleaning spells there, I guess… ”

Newt was more upset because he had a Niffler bun in his pocket he wanted to bring to Graves, actually, and he got blood all over that. The coat was a present from his brother who knows him so well he would never give him something that wasn’t spell-resistant and self-cleaning.

Later on, as their relationship developed, Newt was known to literally sit on Graves when he wanted him to stop working. Sometimes in his true form but then he just slapped a tip of his wing over the man. He likes pancakes and he loves Graves, but he doesn’t want to have a Graves pancake. Percival does not mind. Newt runs hot in any form and “slapped down by a dragon” is a good enough excuse when his sense of duty gets stuck on the on-duty mode.

Going by the semi-canon theory that Leta Lestrange was directly responsible for Newt’s near-expulsion (I’m actually not sure what happened there?) and quite possibly manipulated him in some fashion – yes. Well. Dragons do not take betrayal lightly; Newt might have been halfway to seeing her as part of his hoard, which would make it cut that much deeper. If Newt didn’t curse her, his family would have done so – in sheer self-protection, most likely. Leaving Leta unpunished was not an option; draconic instinct would have seen her scoured from the face of the earth, which would have meant exposing The Secret to the wizarding world. Cursing her mitigated it – just enough that Newt could turn his back and walk away.

The idea of Newt using Albus Dumbledore as his role model for how to fit in is marvelous. And your description of Newt on the dragon reserves is heartbreaking; I imagine that Newt asked questions for days about them. Why were the other dragons like that? Why wouldn’t they talk? Why were they different? His parents have no answers to give him; they have been hiding for centuries, and though they managed to keep the essence of what it means to be dragons alive, so many things have been lost… Newt’s studies might also be, quietly, intensely, focused on understanding how the draconic subspecies diverged to such a degree, and exactly what happened. He may never know, but he looks for answers nonetheless. (Perhaps if he understood, he could help his many-times-distant kin, trapped on the reserves?)

Don’t apologize, I love dark!Newt! There’s a core of something sharp-edged and blatantly inhuman here, something that just Does Not Care about the laws humanity attempts to impose on him – but he tolerates it, mostly, out of love for his brother and because it’s much less of a hassle overall – humans whine so much when you shatter their legislation, however idiotic it might be. And Newt has his case, he has his creatures who are – not quite hoard. They’re more like friends. They belong to themselves; he would defend them to the death, of course, but they are not his. He abandons skin for scales, sometimes, in the quiet darkness of his case, and runs alongside them – he hasn’t dared shift to his Truest Self for years, and it’s a nice reprieve.

And then he starts his hoard. His true hoard; the first he’s ever had. (Leta doesn’t count. Leta broke his heart, and in breaking the nascent sense of belonging, she nearly drove Newt insane.) Jacob is the first, slotting neatly beside his heart; Queenie follows, and Tina, and the Church Children. He tucks them close to his heart and spreads his wings above them – nothing will touch them. Nothing will hurt them, and a dragon’s protection and a dragon’s promise are fearful things indeed. He had to keep himself from tearing out fake-Graves’ throat with his teeth when he sentenced them to execution; the foulglass wouldn’t have made a dent on his scales, but it would have killed Tina, his Tina, HIS. They would have Obliviated Jacob (kind, good Jacob, first hoard-object, first friend) and left Queenie to cry and scream and mourn for her sisters’ death, and No, he would not let it happen.

The sheer blast of belonging took him totally offbalance; it was probably the shock, more then anything else, that distracted Newt enough to just let them herd him and Tina to the Death Chamber.

Graves, though. Graves is different. Graves is Hoard; he knew that the first time he looked down at the man, befuddled, dirty, tormented, tired, but still fighting. He felt the sense of belonging click into place; it was actually difficult to turn the other man over to the healers. Newt wanted nothing more to heal his wounds himself, to feed him delicacies from the farthest reaches of the earth, to drape him in fine silks and bedazzle his fingers with rings – he feels the same impulses to a lesser degree with the rest of his Hoard, but with Graves, it’s overwhelming.

Newt probably actually sends a panicked letter to Theseus, describing his symptoms, and Theseus simply laughs. It’s perfectly natural, he assures his little brother. You’ve simply fallen in mate-lust as well as hoard-lust. Haven’t you heard of love at first sight? I have to admit that I’m a bit surprised at your taste in mates, but don’t worry, we can get rid of that pesky ‘humanity’ of his – I think he would look lovely in scales, don’t you think? All obsidian wings and silver spikes…

It honestly makes me wonder how Newt’s Hoard would take the knowledge that he was a dragon. Probably with various degrees of surprise (Queenie excepted, of course) before shrugging. Dragon or not, he’s still Newt.

@aethelar @stylishbutdefinitelyillegal

I don’t really have much to add, but this is all beautiful and I love it.

Also, how do they go about changing Graves into a dragon like them?

Probably very sneakily. Honestly, with how rare Newt’s breed of dragon seems to be, they’d have to have some way to ‘adopt’ individuals into their species if they wanted to continue existing.

…although I must admit that I now have the mental image of Graves just-  gradually accumulating more and more draconic traits over time. Never anything that can be explicitly identified as non-human, but - slightly more possessive overtones, an increased resistance to spellfire, etc.


Except when Percival Graves dies, from old age or poison or the spell of an enemy, when his human life comes to a sudden and total end - that’s when his skin will split and twist and a newforged dragon will rise, screaming, from its own grave.

A probably very confused one, tbh. But - what is time to a dragon? NEwt can wait. He can lay the spells on Percival and enjoy their human life together - and when Graves’ life ends, in ten, twenty, a hundred years, they can be dragons together.

Okay, you guys are giving me ideas with the “getting rid of pesky humanity” thing.

The whole Hoard would have been dragonified, Graves actually being the first. His job is very dangerous, after all. And he has the Focus and the Morals and the Self Control so once more, nobody actually realizes he’s a dragon.

Or maybe they do, because Newt more or less settled down in the Graves manor and the whole MACUSA know there’s something about the Brit that’s too sharp, too dangerous, too calculating, too… Inhuman?

Nevertheless, after the “they’re not dangerous” catchphrase they just don’t want to know. I mean, what the hell is going on if a freaking nundu is “not dangerous”? I’d rather not know.

One way or the other, they know that Newt totally rubbed off on Graves (and they snerk and giggle about it in the canteen when they are absolutely sure those two have left for the day).

So. Graves goes through the change first, by surviving a thing he shouldn’t, maybe in a stand-off with some muggle bank robbers, of all things.

Cue absolutely livid Newt roaring at him, because he didn’t have the time yet to explain to his mate that he’s being altered, and it hurts oh so much that Percival was ready to die rather than expose himself as a wizard in public shootout, even though his wandless abilities are improving greatly.

When Percival realizes he’s being changed, he starts yelling back. He doesn’t quite have the dragon roar yet, but as a front warrior and the best of the aurors his vocal chords can do quite an impressive work. They argue and they yell and they curse but never once do they touch their wands. The children evacuate the manor, hiding under Queenie’s and Jacob’s table (Tina’s cooking leaves something to be desired, and if you have to hide, you do it in style – they do take Uncle Theo’s lessons to heart).

The argument meanwhile gets into a vicious spiral and suddenly Newt is afraid that this is it. Graves is going to pull a Leta and leave him. And from the awful fear and anger about losing Graves to circumstances he goes into awful fear and grief of losing Graves to his own decisions.

And of course Graves does have to have the last word so it takes him a while to notice that Newt stopped answering. First he thinks that Newt is sulking but then he notices the tears and hyperventilation. Only then he realizes that Newt is deadly afraid of being left, especially being left by him. It takes him the whole night just to calm Newt down so that he stops shaking and crying, and he sends a memo to work that he’s taking a week off. The healers have advised him to rest, after all.

Newt goes silent though. He disregarded humans so much that he went over his mate’s head. He took away his mate’s decision. He should have asked. But he could not stand the idea of living without Percival, so he acted first, going by the asking for forgiveness is easier than getting permission in the first place. After all, Percival has Morals and Duty, and Newt is so afraid that if he let him choose, Percival would choose staying human out of sense of duty. At the same time, he took something precious away by making the decision on his own (no, he didn’t talk to Theseus about it this time, he knows very well what his brother would have said – he has Morals and Duty and Rules too, unlike Newt).

It takes them nearly the whole week but eventually they talk about it, and only after they invite Theseus, because he’s older than Newt and has more experience, and Graves says openly that yes, given a choice he would stay human until the end of his life.

It is Theseus who takes the floor now and explains gently that that’s exactly what happened. Graves wouldn’t have changed during his life. He literally had to die to go over the line separating Human and Humanoid Dragon. This shocks Graves silent and numb and makes Newt shake again. Hearing what he considers to be refusal from his mate hurts so much more than Leta blaming the whole thing on him.

Theseus again recognizes the shock for what it is and makes Graves choose. Stay with them, with Newt, or they will leave now and they will never contact him again. But he should know that whatever he chooses will be final. All Percival manages to mumble is,

“Why would I want you to leave?”

Near-silent “Isn’t that what you want?” from Newt makes him finally realize what is going on.

Cue in long-long cuddle fest with Theseus silently leaving them alone. No passion, just sense of belonging and safety and love.

It is a sense of endless enterntainment for the Hoard and embarassement for newly turned Percival to realize that he’s actually the one hoarding magical creatures, always bringing them to Newt and then basking in their suitcase-full multitude…

Now, how would Graves or the rest of the Hoard find out about Newt actually being a dragon?

Graves might not have exposed himself as a wizard, but he very much did expose himself as a dragon – it’s rather hard to miss a several-ton Fully Adult Dragon burst into being out of apparently nowhere. Fortunately, Newt was first on the scene (I’d imagine he damn near had a heart attack when the spells he’d put on Graves triggered, telling him his mate was now a dragon) and I’d imagine that the Scamander family has gotten very, very, very good with memory charms over the years.

…and Newt only took a moment to gaze appreciatively at Graves’ shiny black scales and silver spikes, spurs, teeth, and claws – but who could blame him? His husband is a very fine specimen of a dragon. Fortunately, the shape-change is almost instinct for their kind; he was able to hustle a confused, human-shaped Graves away in fairly short order.

And this. This. They both have valid arguments, they both feel betrayed – but for Newt? Newt might not give a damn about the Laws of Men, but here, he overstepped the line. He hurt Graves. He doesn’t regret it, not when it saved his mate’s life, but – he’s in the wrong here. He accepts that. And he’s sorry.

I’d imagine that after Graves and Newt work out their initial argument – where Graves chooses Newt, Newt over everything else, and peppers his face with kisses and reassures him that he is not leaving – Graves has his own quiet breakdown. Because – what Theseus said. He died. A bullet went through his heart, and he died – only to wake up with scales and horns, and fire licking the inside of his belly. Even now, he can feel wings stirring restlessly in his soul – he doesn’t regret it. Not – exactly. But it’s a bit of a shock, dying and then becoming a member of an entirely different species.

…there’s a lot to learn about being a dragon, and Newt is happy to teach him. The concept of mating flights, for instance, are eagerly received.

I headcanon Newt’s full-dragon shape as having blue scales (the same blue as his coat) with yellow and gold accents here and there. And Newt is a patient teacher, although a bit absent-minded some days – he grew up with these instincts, and to him, it’s all perfectly normal. He doesn’t have to think about it. He does now, now that he’s teaching Graves how to fly and how to breathe fire, how to handle the instinct to hibernate, the instinct to hoard, the thousand little things he needs to know about his own body and capabilities…

And yes, Graves being the one to hoard magical beasts is fantastic. He didn’t mean to; he just thought that Newt appreciate being the one to care for this rare magical creature the DMLE rescued from smugglers, and somewhere along the way it grows into a habit, and then, before he knew it, he’s almost as rabid as Newt in their defense – it’s not much longer until it slips over the line to that full-blown draconic MINE.

…honestly, I think the rest of the Hoard would find out in the face of an external threat – perhaps Grindelwald, round 2? He was expecting numerous things, but he wasn’t expecting to face a full-grown dragon.




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