Newt’s eyes cracked open just a peak. The cold stone walls that greeted him were definitely not where he had fallen asleep. His head is spinning, and the cold stone floor was doing little to alleviate the pounding, aching headache. It had seeped through his coat and deep into his bones. He was lying on his side, and he forced his eyes open all the way, which made his head grow fuzzier.
‘Where am I?’ The thought made a cycle through his brain. He wasn’t at Hogwarts, Dumbledore would never allow him to wake like this, alone, and neither would Professor McGonagall. Closing his eyes, trying desperately to put his thoughts in enough of an order to muster up even a prayer of an idea of where he is. Placing his hand next to him, he pushed himself into a sitting position. The world was all black for a moment, and as it righted itself again, he realized where he was.
‘Oh dearie,’ He thought. ‘I’m in Grindewald’s castle.’