"I know you're hiding something, I can sense it." He hissed, he clearly was upset. "Maybe I am, what's it to you?" I eyed him and scanned the bedroom.

"Why are we here? This guy your father or something? If I remember correctly you aren't a Dumbledore. He would've mentioned it."

"No I'm not a Dumbledore, that doesn't concern you," I say, closing the door behind me. I looked at my shoulder realizing that Pickett was still there. "You won't say anything right?" I looked at it with a concerned and begging expression on my face. He nodded and started doing backflips. I sighed and decided to go for a walk, I hadn't been out there in a while, but of course, I'd be disguised as that one person on the flyer.

As I was going to cross the corner I bumped into somebody. "Shoot! I'm sorry!" He squealed dropping his drink over me.

"It's fine there no need-" my eyes shot up to his when I realized who it was.

Harry Potter.

"Locomotor" I cast, making the object rise back into his hands. I handed him the object and fled the scene.

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"No it's not what it looks like Pickett, he's just an old friend of mine," I whispered, while he had a smirk smeared on his lips.

I was heading back to Aberforths place since my feet got tired. Harry must've been gone already, I was walking around Diagon Alley for a while, everything did change. I was walking past Olivanders when my eyes shot up and a store 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes'.

Weasley. If I had remembered correctly the twins were alive, both of them. But Fred was tortured during the war, he was sent to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, for a while. He must've been already recovered.

Walking into the store and just seeing them wouldn't hurt, they wouldn't even recognize me.

I opened the door and two pairs of eyes shot at me with excitement. Fred and George.

"Welcome, Welcome!" They both said, happily.

I shot them a smile and walked around the store, I planned to buy something just to support them. They were my cousins after all.

"Well hello there, anything catches your attention?" One of them asked me with a grin on their face. "Not actually, I was-"

A ginger-head person fell to the floor, it looked like he was choking.

"Anapneo" I quickly cast, whatever thing was blocking their airway was gone.

"Ronald you startled me so much! I'm glad this lady here cast that charm." She said, wrapping her arms around him. Molly.

I needed to get out of here, my returning was a bad idea.

"Oh! And you, you saved him. Even though he wasn't yours to save!" Molly came towards me and hugged me tightly. "It's not a problem, just trying to be helpful in any way I can," I mumbled and let go. "I've never seen you here in the wizarding world? Where are you from?" Ron questions me, getting up from the floor.

A wave of panic came, "I'm from France actually, I attended Ilvermorny."

"That explains it, I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley." He took out his hand waiting for me to shake it, I was hesitating but I still shook it sending him a smile.

"What's your name dear, I forgot to ask you," Molly asked waiting for a response.

"Katy Keene, and you?"

Katy worked for Gloria. I remembered her trying out for my job but didn't get in, instead, I did.

"Molly, he's George that's Fred." She pointed out. "Katy are you interested in having dinner with us? We'd like you to join us." She requested, Molly made the best food. I couldn't reject that. "I'd love to join, I'll be waiting outside till closing time."

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"Sorry mum likes to invite people to our house for no reason, but this time it seemed like she had a reason," Ron says, behind me causing me to jump. "It's fine, your mom is very kind." I sighed, looking up at the sky. "It won't take long, they're just packing up and getting ready to close the shop. It's always packed since Fred and George have lots of fun and good stuff in there."

"Alright then, I'll get comfortable," I mumbled, laying on my back. "Holy! Is that a bowtruckle?!" He asked, with amusement. "His name is Pickett, he's gets attached," I said, picking him up with my finger to show him a better look. "That's awesome, we better get going then." He said, getting up before me and taking his hand out. I took it and got up from the floor as well.

- later that night -

I got to his place around midnight. I quietly opened the door, Newt waiting at the table, wide awake. He startled me since he was staring.

"You aren't funny, what are you doing up so late?" I asked, transforming into my normal form. "Why do you change your appearance are you hiding something?" He curiously asks, walking up to me. "Pfft no, why would I be hiding something," I mumbled and hanged my cloak on the clothing rack next to the door.

He scoffs, "Yeah right, that's why you change your appearance and wear a cloak outside of here."

"Newt, I wish I could tell you but right now isn't the right moment. Everyone had secrets." I mumbled the last part and walked away from the kitchen. "When's the right moment then? Will there ever be one?" He questioned himself while following me up the stairs to our bedroom. 

We entered the room and he threw himself onto the mattress. I pulled up my sleeve revealing the dark mark not in action just there. Pickett started at it before I grabbed the potion hiding the mark, it wouldn't last forever just for right now. "It's nothing that I'm proud of." I sighed and Pickett simply gave me a frown before snuggling into my pocket.