It's over, Credence continues to try and tell himself, Grindelwald can't get me here. And even though he's seas away from New York, from Paris, from Bhutan, Credence can't shake his feeling of unease.

The Scottish countryside offers some semblance of peace and the gentle bustle of Hogsmeade is a far cry from smog-smothered New York. And people smile at him, what a novelty.

But nothing beats the sense of security that comes with having a family, a real family, the one he trailed the world to find. One that cares for him and this time he can actually feel their love. Aberforth gave Credence a job at the Hog's Head Inn so he can pull pints on the days he feels well enough, to which Albus muses that it's becoming an unlikely family business.

You've been helping him adjust, teaching him magic and being a much needed comfort. There for him throughout his traumatic journey from start to finish, offering gentle affection that he absorbs like a sponge.