I sent an ask to @ladyoftheshrimp about how Newt is a Hufflepuff so he must be good at finding things and in the end he’s the one who finds and rescues Percival Graves. So tada! This happens.
When he goes back to England, the first thing that Theseus says to him is, “You have to help us find Percival Graves.”
In all of their lives together, Theseus never once asks Newt for any help. He is always the capable one. The reliable son. The stronger brother. The one people idolise and praise.
So it’s a surprise to see Theseus looking so troubled and haunted, clutching at his coat and begging.
“You have to help us, Newt. He’s the only who knows what kind of damage that Grindelwald is planning to do. And I know for a fact that MACUSA cell won’t be able to hold the madman before he makes his escape.
Newt tries to wiggle his way out of this sudden request. Yes, he had revealed Grindelwald’s true identity. Yes, he had brought Grindelwald to his knees. But, Newt is nothing compared to Theseus. He’s just a simple wizard.
But Theseus is relentless, so desperate that he won’t take no for answer. He even promises to hire a famous linguist from Oxford to edit Newt’s manuscripts.
So Newt agrees, on the account that Theseus will provide him special permits for all of his creatures, “Yes, Thes. Even the Nundu and the Obscurus.”
He makes his way back to New York after only a week leaving the big city. Careful to avoid MACUSA prefered routes. Walking in shadow and slipping silently into the backalleys. It’s better this way, because he knows there are still Grindelwald’s fanatics who are hunting for his head. And he knows that the Madame President won’t be happy about his return to the city.
He works tirelessly. Poring over Theseus’ notes about Percival Graves and his family. Memorizing his favourite haunts and visiting the places to extract more information. The point-me spell brings him to the Graves Estate.
Unplottable to ward off the muggles.
And it won’t let Newt in because Newt is a stranger. Because Newt’s intention is to raid the place. The old magic is too thick and it has been contaminated with Grindelwald’s own dark spells.
He almost gives up but then he looks at the suitcase in his hand and rolls his shoulders.
Hufflepuff is not a quitter. They will do anything to find a way to help someone in need.
And Newt will ask for his creatures’ help.
So he unlatches his case and lets the Niffler out to sniff her way to find Percival Graves. Dougal follows after her, careful and cautious as he passes by the wards easily.
Newt waits outside the great gate, underneath the big oak tree. Doodling the impressive manor in his sketchbook and thinking to himself that he won’t mind staying here for a bit because the ground is vast enough for all of his creatures to roam freely.
Pickett chirps, agreeing with Newt’s musings.
He doesn’t know how long he waits but he eventually falls asleep and is woken up to a slight heavy weight on his chest.
The Niffler is back and Newt sees the shiny silver spoons poking out from her pouch and he heaves a heavy sigh.
“I told you to find Percival Graves. Not to rob the family manor.”
The Niffler growl lowly, pulling at Newt’s collar in an attempt to haul him up. She looks desperate. Eager for Newt to move faster and he feels his heart jumping now.
“Did you find him? Is Dougal with him now?”
The Niffler makes a noise and drapes herself around Newt’s neck, mindful of Pickett who is hanging by Newt’s ear.
“I can’t passed the ward. It won’t let me in.”
The Niffler growls again, climbing down from her perch to pass through the gate. Then she walks back out, raising her paws for Newt to take and he does. Bending himself over to hoist her up and he takes a deep breath. Closing his eyes, he thinks to himself that he means no harm to the house or the family.
He just wants to save Percival Graves.
And when he takes a step, there’s a soft tingle of warm magic running through his face and the wards let him in.
He remembers afterwards that as soon as he opens his eyes, the Niffler jumps off from his arms and makes her way into the house. Scurrying fast across the great hall and pass the kitchen. There are sharp turns and twist ends, before Newt stumbles into a narrow passageaway. Hidden from the naked eyes. The passage leads him into the small basement, where the ceiling is low and the wall is tight.
And there, at the end of the small space, Dougal sits next to an unmoving broken body; his long fingers grooming the tangled hair; a soft, comforting croon tumbles out from his mouth.
Newt kneels before Percival Graves, careful not to touch the man too tightly as he checks for his pulse. It’s there but it’s erratic, like the fluttering of a golden snidget trying to escape.
“Mr. Graves can you hear me?”
There’s a weak groan and Newt leans in to press his ear closer to Percival’s mouth.
“Grindelwald,” he says weakly, clutching at Newt’s fingers like he’s afraid.
“He’s not here Mr. Graves. He’s been captured and we’ve been searching for you ever since.”
Graves closes his eyes again and Newt works faster now. Asking for Dougal to apparate to MACUSA to bring Tina in. It can’t be helped at this point. The Madame President will be upset with him and the Ministry of Magic will not have the glory of rescuing Percival Graves now that MACUSA will be here.
But he doesn’t care about all that. His priority is on Percival Graves now, the man that clutches at his hand so desperately.
“It’s alright now, Mr. Graves,” Newt murmurs, cradling the man closer to his chest. “You’re safe now. Nothing will harm you anymore. I’ll make sure of that.”