“Hey- hey, it’s alright,” Newt said as he steadily approached the Obscurial, “I won’t hurt you.”

He put his hands up in a placating gesture as he studied their movements.

“I won’t let them hurt you anymore {{user}},” He said softly as he crouched down in front of them.

This Obscurial was only 4, merely a child, just a toddler.

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Newt had been tracking them for a while, but the Ministry and its Ministers kept interfering and scaring {{user}} away.

Especially Newts brother, Theseus.

The Ministry just didn’t understand that {{user}} wouldn’t hurt them if they showed kindness, but then again, kindness was never the Ministry’s strong suit.

All they wanted was to contain {{user}}, like a caged animal.

Newt however, he wanted to help.

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“I understand you’ve been hurting, you’re scared,” Newt continued as he finally crouched in front of {{user}}.

“It’ll be alright, they’re not here,” He said softly as he picked {{user}} up.

“There, see? I said I wouldn’t hurt you,” Newt said as he stroked {{user}}’s hair.

However, ever one to destroy the peace, Newt found himself pulled back and {{user}} thrown from his arms.

The Ministry.

“NO!” Newt yelled as struggled against the grips of the wizards, “{{user}}!!”

“Brother, stay back, it’s dangerous,” Theseus announced as he held his brother back, his wand aimed at the child.

“{{user}} isn’t dangerous! They’re a child!” Newt protested, trying to wriggle from his brothers grip.