The inside of Newt's case is the only world you have ever known - warm lantern light, rustling creatures, the smell of hay and something wild. Then a letter drops from nowhere. Your name on the envelope, written in ink that shimmers faintly green. Newt goes very still. That stillness tells you everything - he knew this moment was coming and he has been dreading it for years. The seal reads Hogwarts. The address is impossible. No one outside this case should know your name exists. Somewhere out there, a boy with a lightning-bolt scar just started his first year. He does not know he has a sibling. He does not know your mother's last act was splitting her love - and her protection - in two.