Meetings with Dumbledore
After leaving the Ministry Newt knew he needed to be careful. After what Theseus said it made it clear that he was going to be watched to make sure he didn't step out of line and he couldn't afford to have people following him.
Sensing the Auror behind him, he quickly ducked down a side street, hoping that he would get lost in the crowds filling the streets of London, casting a spell that would attack the man with air and occupy him enough for Newt to get away. Just as he was about to leave, however, a black glove appeared to his left, pointing towards St Paul's Cathedral. Sensing this was Dumbledore's doing he accepted the outstretched hand and was transported to the roof, just about keeping his footing when he landed.
"Dumbledore." He greeted, after making his way around to where the man was standing, "Were the less conspicuous rooftops full then?"
"I do enjoy a view," Dumbledore responded, pulling out his wand and casting the Nebulus charm, filling London with a thick fog.
Once it was safe they then apparated down to the streets below to continue their conversation, knowing they wouldn't be able to stay in the same place for too long as that would only be risking someone coming upon them eventually.
"How was it?"
"They're still convinced that you sent me to New York."
"And you told them I didn't?"
"Yes... Even though you did. You told me where to find that trafficked thunderbird, Dumbledore. You knew that I would take him home and you knew I'd have to take him through a muggle border."
"I've always felt an affinity with the great magical birds. There is a story in my family that a phoenix will come to any Dumbledore in desperate need. They say my Great Grandfather had one. And that it took flight when he died. Never to return."
"With all due respect professor I don't believe for a minute that's why you told me about the thunderbird," Newt said before Dumbledore suddenly apparated them away from where they had been standing.
"Credence is in Paris, Newt. Trying to trace his real family. I take it you've heard the rumours about who he really is?"
"No," Newt stated, following Dumbledore onto one of the empty buses that surrounded the area they had found themselves in.
"The purebloods think he's the last of an important French line. A baby whom everyone thought lost."
"Not Leta's brother?" Newt asked in disbelief.
"That's what they're whispering. Pureblood or not, I know this: An obscurus grows in the absence of love, as a dark twin, an only friend. If Credence has a real brother or sister out there that can take its place, he might yet be saved. Wherever Credence is in Paris he's either in danger or a danger to others. We may not know who he is yet but he needs to be found. And I rather hope you might be the one to find him."
Holding out a gloved hand, Dumbledore produced a card.
"What's that?"
"An address of a very old acquaintance of mine. A safe house in Paris, reinforced with enchantments."
"Safe house? Why would I need a safe house in Paris?"
"One hopes you won't but should things at some point go terribly wrong it's good to have a place to go. You know, for a cup of tea." Dumbledore said before quickly getting up from his seat. Newt was forced to apparate after him, thinking over everything that Dumbledore had just told him.
"Do you know why I admire you Newt?" Dumbledore said, once they had both safely arrived on a bridge overlooking the River Thames.
"What?"
"More perhaps than any man I know." He paused, "You do not seek power, or popularity, You simply ask is a thing right, in itself? And it is you do it no matter the cost. It's why I knew you'd agree with my offer last week."
"That's all very well Dumbledore but forgive me for asking why I have to do all of this? I know I agreed to it but I still don't completely understand why this is necessary in the first place."
"I cannot move against Grindlewald. It has to be you."
Dumbledore then apparated away, leaving behind the black glove which held out the card to Newt, placing it in his pocket and disappearing away in the night.