Back in New York City, a little girl was found hopping in puddles of water, returning home from what seemed like a day of wandering around the streets.

She hadn't had any luck with finding a school. Luckily, after she was orphaned by her step mother, she managed to find an orphanage to settle in.

Nobody knew the girl very much. They assumed that she was a typical eleven year old, jumping and skipping in puddles as she hummed a song.

"My momma, your momma, gonna catch a witch. My momma, your momma, flying on a switch. My momma, your momma, witches never cry. My momma your momma witches gonna die!" She sang the song quietly to herself.

It was a popular song, taught to her by her step mother and her sister, Chasisty. They taught her to embrace the fact that witches do live.

But she hated it. She hated that just because they're witches, that doesn't mean that they would have to cackle in front of a boiling cauldron of green potion.

Nevertheless she enjoyed the song and hopped back to the orphanage.

She didn't have many friends and generally people thought of her as a different person. She kept to herself, reading books and pretending to cast spells with a little handmade wand.

"Modesty, you're late" Miss Tibber, the woman who ran the orphanage said.

"Sorry" Modesty apologized.

"You skipped supper" Miss Tibber said, "That means you get to go to bed hungry".

"Can't I get a glass of milk?" Modesty asked.

"You should learn the concept of punctuality. You do realize that you're way behind schedule? Do you think this orphanage is a joke?" Miss Tibber said.

"No, ma'am" Modesty replied, "I'll go to bed".

"Good"

Miss Tibber was strict, of course but she was better than Mary Lou Barebone. She encouraged Modesty to appreciate magic even though it appeared as unrealistic.

Grabbing a cookie from the counter and a quick glass of milk, Modesty climbed up the stairs to her bedroom.

It was a small bedroom. Very narrow enough to squeeze in a bed, a desk and a wardrobe. Modesty finished her milk and her cookie and dusted off the crumbs from her hands.

Just then, an owl swooped into her window, leaving her a letter before swiftly taking off. Modesty didn't have the time to scream for help.

"What the--" she retrieved the letter that the owl had dropped.

It wasn't ordinary at all. It was more eccentric than ever. Modesty hardly gets any mail. And even if she did, it would probably be junk mail like free coupons. And that too, were rare.

Why on Earth would she receive a suspicious mail like this?

Part of her wanted to run to Miss Tibber and tell her about this. But part of her wanted to keep this as a secret.

She remembered the strange man with Credence when she hid in the rubbles. The next day she read that the man was a murderer in the newspaper.

Maybe that strange man was a wizard. He did carry a wand with him. And he probably used owls too.

Nevertheless she opened the letter and a small piece of paper flew out. She gently picked it up and read.

Illvermorny School of Wizardry and Witchcraft

Dear Miss Barebone,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Illvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins on January the third. We await your reply no later than December 31st.

No school supplies need to be bought. The school shall provide wands and books. However, first years are required to own the traditional Illvermorny robes which can be bought at the earliest from any wizarding robe shop all over America.

If you have any doubts or clarifications, please write to the signatory below.

Awaiting your response.

Good luck and have a good day

Professor Eulalie Hicks

Charms Teacher

Modesty couldn't believe her eyes. She was accepted into a wizard school? She was actually going to learn magic?

Modesty had so many questions that she mentally made a note of it. Tomorrow she was going to write to them and tell them about herself.

A few days passed with the British Ministry tightening their security with the newly advanced mechanical system. Everything was put in place.

They had the cooperation from all the Ministries all over the world and now, it was time to get to the blood pact.

"Ally, d'you think that there is a possible way to break the blood pact?" Theseus said.

"There is a way" Albus said, "The way of breaking our relationship".

"Your. . what?" Newt piped up.

"Our friendship, I mean" Albus said, "It is important to break the trust we had and important for me to come to terms that Grindelwald, was very much, not what he was a few years ago".

"So how are you going to break that trust?" Tina asked.

"The memory, of course" Albus said, "I can erase the good memories I had with Grindelwald and then, I can destroy the blood pact".

"What are you going to do, then?" The Minister said.

"Do you have a Pensieve?" Albus asked.

The Minister nodded, "It has been in our storage for many years. We never used it".

"I need to witness the memories to erase them" Albus said, "And I must recall and take notes of what really led to the big fight. Then I can narrow down Grindelwald's weakness".

"Let me help you" the Minister said, as he got up to lead.

"Theseus, I might need your help in case if things get out of hand" Albus said, "Newt? Tina? You two can stay here".

"Why can't we come?" Newt asked, like an eleven year old.

"You might witness painful secrets about your former professor" Albus warned, "And I don't want you two to suffer as well".

"Let's get started" Theseus said.

They left. Newt and Tina were left alone, like most of the times.

"So. . we did it" Newt murmured.

"Yes we did" Tina answered, "We finally have a good plan".

"D'you think we can make it to the finish line?" Newt asked.

"That depends on how we all act, Mr Scamander" Tina replied, hoarsely.

"Look, I'm sorry" Newt said, "I shouldn't have acted like that. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. After all, I trust you. With all my heart".

Tina got up, quickly, "Should've thought about that before, right? Sorry, Mr Scamander, I guess time flies doesn't it? It's relative to the respective frame of instance".

"Tina, wait--"

She quickly rushed out of the office, leaving Newt almost in tears, regretting everything he had done to her.