Her smile was the real magic to him.
Aside from his beloved magical creatures, Newt Scamander had never found anyone who brought him as much joy as Davina Dumbledore.
The two had first met during their first year at Hogwarts. As fellow Hufflepuffs...
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Leta Lestrange's heels echoed through the cold, cavernous space of her family tomb, the sound reverberating off the stone walls that seemed to close in around her. The air grew heavy, thick with tension.
"You, move. Get out of the way!" a faint voice called out, snapping Leta's attention to the source as she rounded a corner.
Behind the corner stood Yusuf his wand pointed at Nagini, Credence and Jacob. "If I must kill you as well as Corvus, I shall" Yusuf threatened his voice trembling filled with emotions.
"Stop!" Leta's stern voice echoed through the chamber, her wand pointed firmly at Yusuf's back. He spun around at the sound, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Yusuf," Leta whispered, recognizing him instantly. Slowly, he lowered his wand, his gaze locking onto her as if he couldn't believe she was really standing before him.
"Is it really you?" Yusuf's voice trembled, filled with raw emotion. His eyes, a reflection of the turmoil inside him, met hers.
From the shadows, Davina, Newt, and Tina emerged, their wands raised and ready for anything that might unfold.
"My little sister?" Yusuf's voice broke, and those words struck a chord, making Tina, Davina, and Newt exchange shocked glances.
Yusuf stepped forward cautiously, his attention caught by Credence, whose voice cracked.
"So he's your brother?" Credence asked, his face barely visible behind Nagini. His appearance was a stark contrast to the boy he once was—his eyes were hollow, dark circles weighing heavy under them, and he had lost considerable weight.
"Who am I?" Credence whispered, his voice barely audible as he turned his eyes toward Leta and Yusuf.
"I don't know," Leta answered softly, her heart heavy with sorrow.
"I'm tired of living with no name and no history," Credence murmured, his eyes filling with unshed tears.
Davina felt a pang in her chest as she listened to his words. The boy had endured unimaginable suffering, and yet, his pain was only just beginning to surface. Newt, sensing her discomfort, subtly linked his pinky with hers, offering a small comfort.
Davina met Newt's gaze, offering him a faint, sad smile. "Just tell me my story, then you can end it," Credence continued, his voice breaking as he took a step toward Yusuf, emerging from behind Nagini.
