Slytherin was missing two students today, but no one seemed to notice. A few had noticed the strange official looking pair walking the school grounds earlier that morning. A man had come to retrieve an older student named Tiffany, sweet as anything but normally found crying in her bunk. Never causing trouble or doing anything to get herself noticed at all. He had a hardened look about him. An American Wizard from M.A.C.U.S.A, she looked terrified but didn't struggle as he held her arm and led her away from her Sanctuary.

And a woman quite tall, far too skinny to be considered healthy, obviously obsessed with her looks. With an almost permanent sneer had come to retrieve the strange, quiet little girl known as Eleven. She went less peacefully. Kicking and crying and reaching out for someone called Daiana and another named Owen. But not a soul was around. She was sure this was it. What made her terrified to sleep every night. The Dark Wizards from Hawkins Lab had finally tracked her down. The Death Eaters had come to reclaim their pet. But she was wrong. This woman was from the Ministry of Magic.

Both were only at the School due to the selfless words of sponsors such as Dumbledore and a few classified individuals. Both were considered threats to the safety and well being of all Magicfolk as well as Muggles. Let alone the students at the School they both claimed as Sanctuary from the people who made them the way they were. Hours of repeated questioning had gone by for Tiffany. And Eleven was left alone in a room that reminded her eerily of the one she used to have to demonstrate her powers in before. It was off-white and devoid of any decoration with the exception of the table and four chairs.

These were supposed to be check ins of the girls progress integrating into society. To see if they could continue to stay and learn at Hogwarts or be removed and held elsewhere for the remainder of their lives. Somewhere neither Obscurial could ever harm another living soul.

[[First Le Snippet from Tiffany Marie Lupin's interrogation story, if it actually gets posted. Where do to certain headcanons *Elixir of Life* and Alternate Universe views, Graves is in present time]]

"Here's an idea why don't you go--" /Silencio/. Tiffany's dark eyes shifted to her right sharply. She was met with Graves' oh-so cool and collected expression as usual. But something in his eyes urged her to refrain from making things worse. Now having been verbally abused all her life, anytime someone tells her to 'shut up' or 'be quiet' had always hurt or infuriated her. To literally be silenced like a muzzled dog had caused her pain. But she had needed that. And she could tell he had felt no pleasure in resorting to such a task. Watching her sit back and untense, he released her from the spell and sat his wand back in his lap. "Tiffany, is very sorry for her outburst. And I beg your pardon as well. These have been very stressful times for her as I'm sure you know." Graves had stated in an even tone, easily disarming the inevitable, verbal time bomb about to go off.

The tan skinned young woman, had been staring at Graves unblinking for quite some time now. He had called her by her first name. To anyone else this would go un-noticed, as it seemed trivial. But as a Legilimens, she felt there was more meaning behind it. She felt emotion, but on cue he gave her a look as if to say 'stop, that information is private'. "You are sorry, correct Miss Lupin?" He continued causing her to shift in her chair and finally avert her gaze. Back to the last name, game. But she looked at her interrogators now, pleadingly. "I am. I'm sorry. But no one seems to be listening to a word I say. I'm not a threat. My daughter is not a threat. We aren't part of whatever cult or group or organization is out there. You people only see in black and white. You only see what you want to see. You're fear-mongers!" Her voice cracked in desperation.

"Yes, my mother... she was a fanatic, YES she was a Death Eater. Yes I love my mother. But I do not forgive her for the atrocities she has committed! I do not excuse her. I do not practice or worship or follow those ways. I am not my mother. ...And my daughter... she's innocent. She's a child. She's never known me and you're keeping us apart because... why? ...Because we're unstable? Because we can do things without wands? Because of our blood? If we were a threat we would have already come after you. I didn't ask for any of this. She didn't ask to be born. Or as YOU put is so delicately: CREATED. Yes, they wanted a weapon. They wanted to see if the Dark Arts could produce a stronger type of Magic. Yes, she can do things. But that does not make her evil! She's a child who's frightened and confused. I beg of you... please let me meet her. Please leave her be.." By this point the sound of something hitting the steel table was all that was heard echoing in the room.

The sound, as Graves had feared were teardrops cascading off of the young woman's face. She was nearly sobbing and despite his usual emotionless tact in such situations, he found that he had already involuntarily placed his hand on her back and was trying to soothe her. He found that he actually cared and keeping his face emotionless was becoming harder. Why did this happen every time he met this girl?


**An hour later: Eleven's "Check up".**

The small girl had tucked herself into the corner of the room as soon as the sound of the door opening had begun. Eyes wide and heart-pounding, she resembled that of a wild, caged animal. "It's alright Eleven, we're not going to harm you. I just want to talk." The woman tried her best not to sound her usual self, but that was hard as she despised children and was used to interrogating law breakers. She was met with silence. "Sit." The woman ordered motioning to the chairs as she pulled one out for herself. "No." Eleven replied bluntly, expression shifting from fear to almost anger. "Listen here you little--" The door opened and shut again, causing the woman to stop speaking immediately as she saw the man enter the room. "Mrs Donovan, that's quite enough." He spoke evenly but there was some disgust of her attitude hidden well in between the lines.

"Excuse me?" Donovan looked taken aback. "You're excused, and you can leave us alone." He continued only causing her to stand up abruptly and glare at him. "You have some nerve, you're out of your jurisdiction here. This isn't America. I don't care who--" The slightly threatening gleam in his eye made her words halt immediately. With a huff she began muttering about going over his head on this one and stormed out to find her superiors. The door slamming shut had made the small girl jump. But otherwise she hadn't moved an inch out of the corner. She was eyeing the man suspiciously. She wanted to go back to Hogwarts. If not there than back to America to be with her Muggle, or No-Maj friends. She watched the man take off his coat and drape it over to chair before setting his wand on the table. What was he up to?

He unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves now holding out his arms to show her he had no tools or instruments to harm her with. He had read her files. He had seen her memories. He knew how much she feared everyone, especially Doctors. But he gave her a small smile and made sure to think his words through carefully. "..Hello Eleven, my name is Percival Graves. I work for the Magical Congress of the United States of America. You can call it MACUSA." He started out watching as she eyed up his wand on the table and then gave him an unsure look. He could hurt her barehanded, did he really think she was stupid? Of course, the act itself did make her see that he was at least trying to make her feel better. And his tone was much softer than the horrid woman before him. "I'm an Auror, do you know what that is?"

His question made her shake her head, she still had far too much to learn. "...No." She uttered, and he smiled again. "That's okay, we're like... the wizarding world equivalent of Police Officers," His explanation made her perk up. She met a cop, a Sheriff, Chief Hopper. He was nice. She had his shirt still. The blue flannel one. These memories and the gentle approach, made her look at Graves almost as if she might be able to trust him. "..You catch bad guys?" Her question, her voice was quiet and unsure but upon seeing him nod she now had more questions. "That's right. We apprehend or detain dark wizards and witches. So, I'm not here to hurt you. I just need to talk to you a bit." He assured her and took a step forwards. He noted her watching him like a Hawk as he finally walked over and very slowly crouched down to look up at her.

"Can I call you, El?" He queried and watched her nod. "It's nice to meet you, El. You can call me Percival, or Mister Graves." He offered the small girl his hand and watched her flinch involuntarily. The poor thing thought he was going to hit her. His heart sank, but he tried not to frown. After a few moments she placed her hand in his, but didn't shake it, not properly, rather shook her own arm which made him chuckle. What a cute little thing she was. And to think there was a vote to sentence the poor child and her mother both to death. These thoughts plagued him. He could do his job any day without fail. But these two cases in particular; they weren't inherently evil. They were just dangerous and not in any fault of their own. To Imagine them enduring a Dementor's kiss, or the American's arguably twisted version of the death Penalty; where a pool of silver-black liquid would burn victim to death as easily as volcanic lava. It haunted him.

"Let's have a seat, kiddo." He said standing up and gently leading her from the corner towards the table. He was surprised she didn't drag her feet. Or simply tell him 'no'. But walked with him and sat in the chair after he had released her hand. He walked around to sit opposite of her and slowly rolled his sleeves back down. "So, do you like school so far?" He asked watching her stare at his black and silver wand curiously. "...Yes." She answered now looking him in the eyes. "That's good, and have you made any friends?" He inquired studying her. "Three, we're a Club. Well.. five I guess. But they teach me how to play games and they don't like it when I'm sad. I have a sister now. And she's the nicest person in the world. ...And I like reading. I never had books before-" He noted how openly she spoke now, she was passionate about her friends and the School. It was doing her good.

He smiled at her and pushed his wand over, hearing a knock on the mirrored glass behind himself. That was a stupid idea, they had taken her wand away for a reason. Not that she couldn't hurt them with her mind. But the other Agents watching now thought he was the stupidest man alive. She looked at Graves before slowly taking hold of his wand. "You have friends and a sister now, and you're not alone anymore. That's pretty fantastic isn't it?" He asked watching as she examined his wand and then stared at him for a few moments. She placed it back on the table and slid it back to him. "...It's the best." She actually smiled, albeit very fragile-y as if waiting for him to say she would never be going back. "Family's very important to you, isn't it El?" His question made her frown and nod.

Something changed now, she looked like she might cry. And it made his sit forwards wondering what was running through the child's mind. "...They lied to me. They promised if I behaved they would bring my mommy. But they never brought her. And the Demogorgon came... and then... and.." Silent tears slowly made their way down her pale cheeks. "...Everything happened.. and they said mommy would be killed if I didn't go back... I didn't go back... they wanted me to hurt people. But Uncle Owen came... and he took me away, he said I'd be safe. He promised. He and Sherlock they promised mommy was okay. They said she was at the school. Hamish was supposed to help me look. But that woman took me away this morning. Everyone leaves." Graves tried to process everything she was saying, getting up he walked over and kneeled beside her, gently comforting her as he had her mother earlier.

"Shh, shh. Listen to me now kiddo," He started causing her to look at him slowly. "The bad people, the Death Eaters at the Lab. They're not going to hurt you again. They won't hurt your mommy either, I promise. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, again. I'm gonna take you back to the school myself. And you can find your friends--" His words were cut off by the unexpected and uncharacteristic hug he received from the girl. He had a fight coming, both the Ministry and M.A.C.U.S.A. were going to fight him on this, but no one was going to lay a hand on Eleven or Tiffany again so long as he had breath in his body. He held the girl in hopes of making her feel safe. "Then I'm going to introduce you to your mommy." He promised.