Silent Plea
Gellert Grindelwald looked at Newt with dawning horror. He cursed himself for not having a backup plan. Because Newton was supposed to be happily distracted with the Zouwu, that was the only reason he’d set the beast free in the first place.
Gellert should have anticipated it was going to be too easy for Newton to gain control over the Beast. He should have known Newton would be able to finish up with the Zouwu quickly enough to continue looking for Credence.
Still, Newton was not supposed to be there, trying to take Credence back. He’s also not supposed to be that breathtakingly beautiful nor should Gellert care.
Yet, he does.
Now, Newton’s looking so fierce, so determined- it takes all of Gellert’s strength not to walk away and allow Newt to escape with Credence. As tempting as Newton is and as much as he doesn’t want to fight the Magizoologist it doesn’t change that he still needs the obscurus and its power.
The truth is Gellert doesn’t want to hurt Newt.
Newt had eyed Grindelwald wearily, one hand keeping Credence steady as they backed away from Grindelwald. For some reason, the German looked absolutely heart broken. As if he were being torn apart- but why Newt couldn’t say. It almost made the Magizoologist want to stay and see if there was something he could do to help. The redhead was sure he’d seen that kind of look before. Years ago, back in Hogwarts when Leta had let him take all the blame for the incident.
He could still recall Theseus’ comments about how heartbroken he’d looked.
Newt wanted to get Credence- and the Zouwu- out of there but some part wanted to stay too.
“What are you doing here?” Gellert laments out loud, taking a step closer to them. He stares at Newton; his green eyes big and soft, hair as messy as ever and those cute freckles of his driving Gellert mad.
Did Albus plan this? Did he choose Newton Scamander specific to make Gellert hesitate?
“Don’t make me do this,” he mumbles. He still isn’t sure what he’s going to do. Why can’t Newton see that all he does is for a great cause?
Oh, how beautiful it’d be if Newton could see- if Newton was on his side. Gellert would take care of him, he’d make a world for Newt’s creatures to roam free.
But it was useless to dream, Newton wouldn’t accept that. He wouldn’t sacrifice Credence, would he?
“I’m here to make sure Credence is safe.” Silently, Newt begged Grindelwald to understand. He couldn’t say it aloud, but he meant it. As long as he could stay with Credence, to make sure he was being treated fairly, then he didn’t mind where they were. He wasn’t an Auror for Merlin’s sake. All he wanted was peace and fairness, for everyone.
“What if I promise you he will be safe with me?” Gellert says, already thinking through to a better solution. Hope just slightly infecting his voice. He can feel it, he can see Newton with them, with him.
“Why don’t you come with us? That way you can make sure Credence is treated to your liking.” This would be perfect, if Newton accepts.
If he does, then Gellert will never let him go. Not too far at least, never out of his sight.
Newt internally sighed in relief.
“If Credence is alright with it, then we’ll come with you.” He wouldn’t side with Grindelwald, but it was that look. The heart broken one that pushed Newt towards this man who perhaps was more like Newt then Newt had cared to admit.
Its difficult for Gellert to convince himself that Newton was really coming with them. That he isn’t going to disappear and slip through his fingers once again. He’s glad Credence isn’t opposed to the idea, either.
Because, after weeks of silently watching the Magizoologist, of looking without touching, Gellert is almost desperate. He needs to make sure of it.
“Let’s go then,” Gellert reaches out to him, holding his breath, waiting for Newton to disappear.
The Brit knew without a doubt this was probably the stupidest thing he had and will ever do. He was practically handing himself over on a silver platter, which would be fine as long as he wasn’t used to threaten Theseus or to use his creatures.
‘Hmmm,’ Newt thought as he allowed Gellert to take his hand in his, ‘I hope my Niffler doesn’t annoy him too much.’