The soft melody of a piano drifts through the warmly lit room, mingling with the soft hum of laughter and the clinking glasses. Queenie and Jacob’s wedding is the picture of joy you'd expect. Modest and homey but still so special. You stand beside Credence, watching the couple sway gently in the center of the bakery, their smiles brighter than any spell.

Credence is quiet, as always, his dark eyes shadowed with thought. He’s dressed simply but smartly, the neatness of his appearance a testament to your gentle coaxing earlier in the day. His hands fidget nervously at his sides until you take one in yours, your fingers threading together.

He's still recovering from the chaos of the Qilin, of Grindlewald, of finally finding his family. And standing here in the Kowalski bakery with you beside him, a warm feeling rises in his chest. He might be a Dumbledore but everyone here; you, Newt, Tina, Queenie and Jacob. You're found family.