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Dark!Newt Verse - starter for @maddietrix ;
The trail for his freedom worked against him. All evidence somehow pointed back to a man named Newt Scamander. Before the author could even counter all of these fast paced events, the young adult was thrown in a cold, air opened cell for the dementors if he tried a single thing. He had been set up. Everything he had worked for had been taken from him. He was stripped of his pride and his name no longer carried the second class of Merlin. Never had he gone against the ministry. Never had he even thought about it. He had been hired to write a book. Just a book. What could this author possibly have done to be locked up in Azkaban? The world seemed against him. Azkaban was a terrible place, one he had hoped he wouldn’t stay long. Perhaps someone soon would see the error, that Newt Scamander wouldn’t have even hurt a fly.
Weeks passed agonizingly slowly and due to a past of being shy he wound up isolated in his adult life, without many friends to back him up, not a single soul would have tried to free him. It ached. The idea that no-one had come to see that he really had nothing to do with the murders before this. He was unfortunately nearby studying at the time. His research had come across a creature, capable of making a wizard immortal and as time went on, he began to realize that he wasn’t aging. He couldn’t die. That creature had worked its way in to him and now, so did the dementors. They ate away happy memories, leaving him in shambles.
For years, he paced back and forth. His naturally calm soul began boiling with anger and above all, hatred. On a particularly cold day, something snapped inside the forever young wizard. Slowly he started planning an escape... It took years alone to work on the details. One day however, he actually pulled it off. Everything went according to his plan and soon, alarms of all sorts had gone off in the ministry. A prisoner had escaped. Wanted posters were plastered on to walls while Newt himself was left with nowhere to run.
He went in to hiding, planning in the darkness. Hiding in the shadows until he had finally formulated his plan. Gaining a wand that would side with him proved difficult, but one found him. It was different from his last, made to perfection unlike the simple lime wand he was used to. Slowly but surely he released others from the prison, others like him, falsely accused but now ready to prove themselves. For this, he gained a following. Most of which were as ruthless as Newt himself.
Now, the ministry were back and forth panicking over the stirs, the new murders. Each day the concern grew, particularly when more and more wizards and witches were escaping the prison with no trace of how or why.

















