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cilliansgirl · 3 years

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wounds ✧ theseus scamander

Pairing: Theseus Scamander x Fem!reader, Newt Scamander x Fem!reader

Warnings: maybe some swearing, mentions of sex, blood

Summary: “Who is he? The guy that you were with last night?” The woman exclaimed, “I wasn’t with anyone. Your brother had invited me over for dinner, so be careful before you go making assumptions about someone.”

GIF IS NOT MINE

Y/N strode through the British Ministry of Magic, slipping into the elevator before the sliding door could close. She pressed the button to level four, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. As the elevator door slowly opened, she ran out of patience for it to open completely, wedging herself between the door and the wall of the moving cylinder. She quickly paced down the corridors, making various turns on the way to her office.

Inside, she was panicked, her body flooded with anxiety. Her report was due to Travers first thing in the morning and she hadn’t even started. How was she going to fit two months worth of events into three hours? Oh, she dug her hole deep this time. She finally reached her office; once the grand door was closed, she threw off her heels and scurried over to her desk. Y/N sorted and ruffled through the papers on her desk, her anxiety growing the more papers she scattered.

Come on, come on. It has to be here. I knew I put it in this stack.

She turned around to face the monstrous book shelves that only a library would have. Her hands delicately swept over numerous books, trying her best to remember if she had stuck the blank report in one while she was researching.

“Looking for this, I presume,” the gruff voice spoke from the balcony.

Her head suddenly turned faster than a thestral could fly. She met eyes with the icy blue ones she knew all too well. The tall man walked down the stairwell, sure enough grasping the blank report in his hands. Her bare feet padded against the marble floor so they met in front of her desk. They were standing close to one another, maybe too close.

“Give it back, Thes.”

He sighed, stepping back to sit in the leather club chair placed in front of the engraved wooden rectangle. He extended his arm out to her, gesturing to take the file from his grasp. Once she responded and reached out for the report, he cruely snatched it back to his body.

“Theseus,” Y/N stated back in a warning tone.

He cleared his throat, an evident smirk on his face, “On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“Where were you last night?” He raised his eyebrows as his smirk faltered.

“No,” she spat back, walking behind her desk to sit in her own chair awkwardly, “that is none of your concern.”

He adjusted his position so he leaned closer to the girl, “Because I stopped by your place and you weren’t there. It’s kind of ironic. The night you come back from a two month assignment, you’re miraculously not at you flat.”

Y/N squinted her eyes, “Why were you at my flat?”

“I was being a nice friend and checking up on you. So, I went to your place, but didn’t find you, so I left.”

“I’m sorry Theseus, I-”

“Who is he?” Theseus interrupted.

She scoffed, “Pardon me?”

“Who is he? The guy that you were with last night?”

The woman exclaimed, “I wasn’t with anyone. Your brother had invited me over for dinner, so be careful before you go making assumptions.”

She abruptly stood up, placing her heels back onto her feet as she walked out the door. As she passed Theseus, she snatched the report out of his hands, the force of the swipe startling him. Something boiled in his veins. He didn’t know if the feeling was jealousy, anger, betrayal, sadness, or all of the above. As quick as he could be, he apparated to Newt’s place. Without thinking, he was banging on the door, demanding Newt to open the wooden frame. Once he did, Newt was shocked to find a very angry Theseus at his door.

“What is wrong with you?” Theseus screamed, allowing himself into the flat.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you are talking about,” Newt answered.

Theseus’s face reddened out of anger as he pointed a finger at him, “You know how I felt about her. You, you git! And still, you invite her over for dinner and she stays over here.”

Newt was confused, astonished even. He thought she told Theseus about the wound. That is, the only reason Y/N came over. Maybe to catch up as well, but that was after Newt had given her something to heal the pain.

“Well, say something!” Theseus sternly stated.

“I-I think,” Newt huffed, “Y/N came to me. She didn’t want the Ministry to find out she was hurt on her assignment to Romania. Y/N’s hip and lower abdomen were burned by a Hungarian Horntail. There’s nothing much you can do to heal it with a wand, so I helped her and applied some potions to the burn and-and I wrapped it for her. She did mention avoiding St. Mungos because the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary had told her there is nothing that they could do. But, but I-I thought at least she had told you.”

Theseus asked, “If Y/N was hurt why did she go into work this morning?”

Newt quickly shook his head while diverted his contact from Theseus’s eyes, “That’s not, um- I told her that it would be wise not to go in and report sick. But she never seems to listen to me and my instructions. I applied Burn-Healing Paste around the area and then I wrapped it with a mixture of plum leaves to counteract the pain. I insisted that she stayed the night so that she could rest and that way I could check up on her if she needed it. That was it Theseus, I swear to you nothing else happened.”

There were so many thoughts processing through Theseus’s head. Why didn’t you tell him the truth? Why didn’t you tell him that you were hurt? Did you not trust him enough? Why did you come running to Newt instead of him? All he knew is that he needed to get to you as soon as possible and set everything straight.

“I am sorry for getting upset with you Newt,” Theseus apologized.

“It’s okay,” Newt replied, his gaze focused on the floor as he fidgeted with him bow tie, “I suppose if the roles were reversed, that I would feel the same.”

Before Newt registered what was happening, Theseus had embraced him in a warm hug. A forgiving hug. Newt wasn’t a big hugger himself, but this once he responded back and wrapped his arms around his older brother.

“Theseus, I think now would be a good time to tell Y/N how you feel about her.”

Theseus smiled softly as he pulled away, “Alright, Newt. Thank you.”

Theseus hands remained on Newt’s shoulders. Before Theseus apparated, his hand reached up to pat the side of his brother’s gentle face. As soon as Newt blinked, Theseus was gone. Although Newt was not the wishing type, he hoped with all of his being that Theseus and Y/N would get this sorted out. Not only because they are best friends, but because Newt sees the love both of them have for each other.

Back at the comfort of her own home, Y/N was distracting herself with chores. She hadn’t visited her London flat since she had decided to go to Romania. As much as she seemed clam and collected, her feelings were quite the opposite. She hated to admit it, but being back in London has set a terrible feeling of uneasiness over her body.

Uneasiness...that's all she could feel. The atmosphere of London brings back memories. Memories of work, memories of her personal life. Memories of the night she left. All of the above she wanted to forget. Maybe that's why she accepted the job in Romania so quickly. Maybe she wanted to get away from everyone that had hurt her. She shuddered thinking of the old time. She had placed the cleaning supplies away on the top shelf, and just as she was going to make herself a cuppa, there was a sudden pain in her side.

"Merlin," she mumbled.

She quickly but cautiously made her way to the full-body mirror that stood upright in her room. Y/N gently lifted her olive green blouse and immediately cursed herself. Her gaze met with dark red liquid seeping through the plum leaves that were sealed to her body. She discarded her shirt to avoid staining blood on it, careful not to strain the wound anymore than it already was. She paced to her bathroom, opening her medicine cabinet that stood next to the porcelain-top sink. Browsing hastily through all the bottles and bags, she quickly tried to find the burning paste that Newt had given her. However, the more Y/N moved her body, the more nauseated she had become. After finding the burning paste, she stripped her slacks, leaving the girl in her undergarments. She couldn’t determine whether her tripping and stumbling was from dizziness or urgency, but she knew if she did not sit down soon, she was going to faint. Y/N turned and snatched multiple wash rags and sheets of gauze to soak up the spilling blood while she applied pressure to the wound.

Too preoccupied with the task at hand, Y/N had not even heard the almost urgent knocking at the door. She also did not hear the footsteps of her best man walking through the apartment. Suddenly, he bursts through the bathroom door, clearly making himself known.

“THESEUS!” Y/N jumped, attempting to cover herself decently without straining the wound.

Much to Y/N’s dismay, Theseus observed the scene of the bathroom quickly. Blood-satined rags and towels scattered across the cold tile floor while medical equipment was on the counter. Theseus did not hesitate to walk towards the cowering girl. But as he approached her, Y/N’s arms flailed around, repetitively hitting Theseus in the chest, pushing him back. Before she knew it, Theseus had grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her body close to his to avoid her relentlessness.

“Stop, stop it. Y/N listen to me, you’re going to make the bleeding worse. Stop it,” he spoke sternly.

“Theseus, get out! Get out! I don’t want you here!”

“Darling, let me help you. Please let me help you.”

She would be lying if she said that his words didn’t flutter her heart. Honestly, it wouldn’t be anything Theseus hadn’t seen before. Reluctantly, she let Theseus take her robe off, giving Theseus a full view of the wound.

He gently brushed around the sensitive skin surrounding the inflammation. Y/N winced as he applied pressure to an area above her rib.

“Come on, “ Theseus muttered, taking her hand and leading her to sit on the edge of the bathtub. Theseus cautiously applied the burn paste and wrapped the bandages around Y/N’s torso. He stepped away, wiping off his hands with one of the discarded rags. He helped Y/N stand up, guiding her to the bathroom sink. He picked up her silk robe from being draped over her vanity and gently slipped it over her shoulders, carefully easing her arms through the designated positions. They stood next to one another, both leaning against the porcelain sink. There was silence as time passed, as if the both of them were scared to talk to the other.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Theseus asked, leaning against the sink.

“I was scared of how you’d react,” Y/N replied.

“Scared of what?”

Y/N turned and walked to the master bedroom, Theseus following close behind for precaution.

“I was scared that you would find out I was hurt and pull me out of Romania, that’s why I didn’t tell you. You are Head Auror now, so you can do that. And Merlin, Theseus, I know how you are; if I would have written Travers saying I was burned by a Hungarian, you would have come and got me yourself.”

He sighed, “I wouldn’t have.”

Y/N’s head whipped around, “No! You don’t get to do that! You don’t get to say that because you would have. And then, to top it all off, I come home and you put me in an uncomfortable position because you’re acting like everything is fine when everything is not fine. It made me feel like I couldn’t tell you. That’s why.”

Theseus’s eyes flashed between hers, “Tell me what’s not fine.”

“Merlin, Theseus! You’re so ignorant and oblivious!” Y/N stressed, her hands running through her (h/c) hair.

Her eyes met his, hers burning with rage and frustration as his were with confusion.

“Theseus, the night before I left, we spent the night together. We spent the morning together before I left. The moment before I left for Romania, you said you would wait for me. Then I come back, ready to jump in your arms and give you the biggest hug ever imaginable, yet you weren’t there. So I sought comfort at Newt’s.”

Theseus looked away, shaking his head profusely, “No.”

Y/N scoffed, “No what, Thes?”

Theseus looked back into her (e/c) orbs. Y/n couldn’t read his face, but there was a flash in his eyes, a hint of passion.

“No, you’ve got your story wrong,” Theseus grabbed her wrists and pulled her gently against him.

He brought her hands up to the sides of her face while hers rested on the lapels of his suit, “I’m still waiting for you.”

Instinctively, Theseus and Y/N both leaned in, their lips cascading in the wave of emotion that was built up within their months apart. The kiss was passionate, nothing but the love and yearning they had for one another. They pulled away, catching their breaths while their foreheads rested against another’s. Theseus’s right arm slipped down to drape on her waist while his left stroked the side of Y/N’s face.

“I love you, Theseus. I have ever since 4th year,” Y/N whispered.

He chuckled, “Good, because I’ve loved you since 5th year when you spent the holidays with me.”

Y/N’s arms wrapped around his waist, embracing him in a hug while her head rested on his chest.

“Thank you for waiting on me.”

“Anything for you darling,” he mumbled as he kissed the crown of her head.

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A/N: Okay this sucked really ,really bad. But, I just love my baby Theseus.

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Werewolf

Summary: Newt/Reader; Reader’s a werewolf, when Newt tries to show Leta, not knowing it’s actually you, the other students see. Newt gets expelled based on “making the werewolf attack Leta”

You hated the pain that came with the shifting but you hated how long it took you to shift through the memories from the night before that happened more. You only get flashes from what’s happened when you wake; curling under a stump in the forest you stagger up; memories flashing as the night unfolds in pieces. You can see yourself changing; the ache and cracking of bones covers the sound of twigs snapping as a figure throws a large hunk of meat towards you. Your wolf self eats it in moments and you can feel the way the sleeping draught settles on your bones; your mind sluggish and the urge to kill failing from both the draught and your stomach being full.

You make your way towards the school, hovering and knowing leaving the forest would be dangerous you’re about to return to it but you see a girl standing fearfully watching you before she yelps shoving herself backwards. Newt fills your vision blocking you from seeing the girl and you seem worried when he shouts for you to go back to the forest. The girl shouts hurling a hex towards you and you snarl growling as she tries to pull Newt back and they both run towards the school; your wolf overrides the desire to not hurt Newt as you chase them; before you realize there are more students and teachers gathering and you run back to the forest shaking and waiting out the rest of the night.

You rush up the headmasters steps, taking them two at a time until you’re sliding into the room as the door closes. “Now Newton; we’ve been told there was an incident regarding one of your creature friends. Leta was almost attacked.” “My daughter-“ “Mr. Lestrange; please.” “We’ve heard other students talking about it; and both you and Ms. Lestrange confirmed you were in the forest and were chased by what the others are saying was a werewolf.” “Well yes; but she didn’t want to hurt us. I’ve been studying her; and Leta came up behind me and scared me; which scared her and then-“ “The werewolf wouldn’t have let you get anywhere near it.”

“I fed it a sedative potion. Just a diluted sleeping draught. She wouldn’t hurt me. Or Leta; Leta just scared her. She was just scared.” He repeats the Headmaster sighs watching Dumbledore nod towards him. “Well Newt; we’re going to have to take serious action. If you’re going to stick up for this werewolf and not help us catch it; then we have no choice but to expel you.” “Expel?” His parents gasp and you cringe. “You helped a creature attack another student. By doing nothing you aided it in the attack.” The headmaster speaks; and Leta’s father nods.

The headmaster dismisses everyone and he and Dumbledore turn to talk. “Ms. Y/N everyone can leave that includes you.” “If I know where the werewolf is; will you not expel Newt?” “We would consider it.” “Do you know where it is?” Dumbledore crouches down slightly and looks at you. You’re starting to shake and your voice fails you before you nod. “Can you tell us?” You chew your lip. “What will happen to the werewolf if I do?” The headmaster shrugs. “Most likely it will be taken to the ministry for evaluation; depending on how many it has killed it will either be arrested or killed.” “Killed?” You hesitate and the Headmaster sighs.

“Y/N. I understand being friends with Mr. Scamander has warped your perception; but Werewolves are not people anymore; they’re mindless creatures. It would be best for everyone for you to tell us what you know.” You swallow and shake your head. “I don’t want to hurt it.” You mumble and the headmaster sighs nodding to his door. “Get out then.” You nod and let Dumbledore walks you out and towards the hufflepuff common room. “Y/N it will be alright.” He comforts and you realize you’re crying. “No it wont! I messed everything up!” “No; not telling on the werewolf was a good thing.”

“No! Now Newt’s gonna get expelled and it’s all my fault cause I got scared. I don’t wanna die but I don’t wanna get him in trouble just cause I got scared!!” “What happened?” “Newt was just sitting there drawing and Leta came up and yelled and told him to run back and he said she was just overreacting and then she tried to hex me! I dunno what it was but it didn’t hit me cause Newt knocked her outta the way. I just got scared after that cause she pulled him away.” Dumbledore nods and then sighs. “I might be able to convince the headmaster to just expel Newt for the remainder of the term; which will only be the time after Christmas break until the next year; nothing so serious as forever.”

You peer into the common room relieved that no one seems to be lounging around; you know you look a mess; dirt smeared on your face and clothes; but you clutch at Newts sketchbook and journal he’d left in the forest. After Dumbledore had left you in front of the common room you’d gone back into the forest for it. You move as silently as you can trying to stick to the wall as you make it to the girl’s dormitory. “Y/N.” You jump when Newt calls out to you and he backs up slightly. “Sorry Y/N.” “No you don’t need to be sorry; I just- here.” You offer him the notebooks out and he blinks in surprise. “Where did you get these?”

“The were uh, near the edge of the forest.” You shrug and he watches you for a moment but nods. “Thank you.” He smiles softly and you nod back. “I’m really sorry about all this mess Newt. We all know that you didn’t mean any harm and Leta was just frightened when she tried to hex me and even then I don’t blame either of you and- Sorry I’m rambling again.” Newt nods and you nervously play with your sleeve. He pulls you into a hug and you bury your face into his shoulder. “Don’t want you to get expelled.” “It’ll be okay Y/N.”

When Newt returns from his summons back to the headmasters office he relays that he’d been told to gather his things and that he’ll be allowed to return after the year finishes. The hufflepuffs block the common room door on purpose; and even the portrait refuses to open for the headmaster and Newt’s parents; you wonder how silly it looks; all three of them trying to desperately tickle the pear with no change. Theseus is ten minutes away from finishing a very rushed batch of polyjuice potion which almost all of the boys in Newt’s year are determined to take. He assures everyone he’s actually winning out; getting an extra long Christmas holidays and everyone seems to agree that’s why they want to take the polyjuice anyways. He says his goodbye’s to everyone and Theseus rushes him slightly when it comes to you; you’re confused but so is Newt before his mother’s hand pulls him through the doorway.

You get the letter a week later; after Theseus had grabbed it and ripped it open for you. “Theseus!!” you frown when he holds it above your head before offering it out. “You want me over for Christmas holidays?” You grin at him and he rolls his eyes. “Newt does; well so do my parents they want to meet the person that has Newt so besotted.” “Besotted?” You stare at him and Theseus grins. “He’ll kill me for saying anything but everyone knows he fancies you.” “He doesn’t fancy me Theseus you’re lying!” You narrow your eyes. “We can see when we get to the train station; if he’s there waiting it means he fancies you.” “How does that prove anything?” “He’ll have come in on a hippogriff.” “No he won’t that’s ridiculous Thee.” You swat at him but he just laughs and shoves you towards the girls dormitory.

You sigh nervously. Watching as the train slows into the main station; Thesues grins nodding towards the platform and you peer out to see his parents; Newt standing right next to them, his hair looking windblown. “Why a hippogriff?” You grumble and Theseus grins. “Well you’ve said you’ve never ridden one before; now you’ll have.” “No there’s no way..” You trail off when newt looks nervous. “So Y/N, since you’ve never ridden on a hippogriff.” “You did not bring one here???” You squeal slightly and he grins nodding.

“Why on earth would I think that you were going to hurt me? You of all people, you couldn’t hurt your friend.” You tremble stepping backwards slightly and Newt frowns. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong again?” He drops his hands and you scurry forward. “You called me a person.” “You are.” “I’m a werewolf.” You breathe out and he nods your eyes widening again. “You knew?” “Of course; it’s why I know you’d never hurt me.” “Theseus says you fancy me.” You blurt out hoping to disturb the awkward silence. “Oh, he did?” You nod when Newt’s face falls.

“Yeah which surprised me cause I always thought you were sweet on Leta and wouldn’t be interested in me anyways and then there’s the whole werewolf thing cause i’m not a person anymore and-“ “You are a person or I just kissed a wolf.” Newt pulls back after he’d leaned forward to press his lips to yours. “Well you did.” You both turn to see Theseus leaning against the doorway. Newt hurls a pillow and a boil hex at him as he runs back towards the kitchen. “Dinners ready!” Theseus shouts when he’s a safe distance away. “Wonderful!” Newt shouts back and you follow him to the dining room where he’s glaring at Theseus and his mother is trying not to laugh.

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forgottowrite · 4 years

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꧁𝑁𝑒𝑤𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟꧂

𝙿𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 [𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸]

𝑇𝑒𝑒𝑛!𝑁𝑒𝑤𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑆𝑙𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

[Part 1]

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1201

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑀𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔/ 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡𝑦

𝐴/𝑁: 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒... 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡.

𝐿𝑦!🤗

You just realised what you did after the warm feeling of Newt‘s lips against your cold ones. You let go of Newt’s robe and step back immediately.

You didn’t dare to look into Newt’s face. He for sure hates you now. How could you be so forward and just kiss him? What the hell came over you?

„I’m sorry, Newt. I… I don’t know what I thought“ you stutter.

„Erm… Y/N, I think I- I should let you know that I didn’t rea- really mind at all“ Newt‘s eyes are wandering back and forth; to your figure and back to the ground again. When you finally dared to look up again, your sight was filled with a hard blushing Newt and the small guy that was on Newt’s left hand before, is now sitting on his shoulder; still trying to hide his eyes behind his whirry hands.

***

Without either of you saying anything else, you two behaved like a couple. You tried to spend most of your time together. The pair of you cuddled in a small room in a tower where Newt seems to hide some of his creatures he wanted to examine.

Your head rested on his chest while he leaned slightly against the wall with his robe functioned as a cushion. The both of you surrounded by some creatures while the moonlight fell through the window. Neither of you dared to break the pleasing silence. Newt drove his fingers through your hair, messaged your scalp from time to time or tried to pull you closer as you were before. One of your legs is draped of his. After a while, you started to draw patterns on his chest until… you drew an ‘I’ paused shortly, then drew the letters ‘l,o,v,e’ and also paused shortly after it. And finally the letters ‘y,o,u’.

You wondered if he got that, but your question was answered when Newt placed a kiss on top of your head and murmured “I love you too, Y/N. So much.”

You both missed a few lessons of potions when the pair of you decided to go and meet the Bowtruckles again. Newt went into the kitchen before your small trip and grabbed a few snacks. So you sat down in the green grass and ate the snacks Newt brought along. At some point, Newt leaned against the tree while you sat between his legs, your back on his chest. He held your hands and rested them on your thighs. You both looked at the water in front of you or at the sky high above you.

Suddenly, Newt takes your still intertwined hands and wraps his arms, including your own, around your chest and pulls you closer to him. His nose is nuzzling in your neck while shortly after, you feel his lips on your neck. He takes in your scent while you close your eyes and just enjoy the moment. You always asked yourself how you deserved someone like Newt. Someone who showered you in love and affection. Someone that never let you down. Someone with such kindness and warmth.

“I love you, Newt” you take a deep breath “how on earth did I get so lucky to have you by my side?”

“No, Y/N, I’m the lucky one. No one ever a-accepted me as I am. I always get told I’m weird and-and have odd interests. And to be honest, I still hear phrases like these. But they don’t hurt me anymore like they-ey used to. Because I got you by my side. A-and you take me for who I am. You even support my research of these stunning creatures… and talk to me about how we could travel the world.” Newt’s voice breaks a little, so he places his chin on your shoulder and takes a deep breath only to continue “I… I never had someone like you. Not as a friend, and o-obviously not as a partner. I owe you so much, Y/N, love.”

You had a hard time not letting your tears slip onto your eyes. But once your lashes kissed your cheeks, the tears rolled down your face. You slightly move in Newt’s embrace, place your hands onto his cheeks and kiss him passionately. You parted from Newt to get some air but still leaned your forehead against his “I came here knowing no one. But you catched me when I started to lose hope of ever fitting in here. I came here knowing no one… and now I found my everything.”

You see how Newt’s corners of his lips raised a bit.

“God, that was awfully cheesy, wasn’t it?” You say and want to slap yourself.

Newt continues smiling and shrugs his shoulders “Just… caught me off guard, I guess. N-never thought you could be so ro-romantic.”

You knew that he was teasing you, but you really didn’t mind. You even liked it a bit.

You shared a lot of these moments. But suddenly Newt always seemed to be busy. Whenever you asked him to hang out, he never had time. In potions, he began to work with another girl. Of course you were hurt. But you also knew that Newt never wanted to let someone feel bad. So you figured that the usual working partner of this girl was sick and Newt got told to work with her.

It was one evening that you sat alone in the common room of the Slytherin House when you heard someone coming up the stairs to the tower. It was a female, she talked and giggled a lot to your unpleasantness.

Once the two people which were coming up stood in the doorway, your heart started beating faster. You started to get angry when he looked into his eyes which were smiling a few seconds before.

The girl which came up with Newt grew silent. Awkwardly looking back and forth between the pair of you.

“Y/N, listen… it’s not what y-you think it i-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Newton.” You raised yourself from the sofa. Newt taken aback when he heard you calling him ‘Newton’.

“Please, Y/N. Let me expla-“

“Cut it, Scamander! You really think I haven’t thought about you probably meeting up with her? That you got more important things to do that we can’t meet up anymore??” You grew frustrated, angry. Your blood felt like it was boiling in your veins and rising in your throat. Seeing Newt getting even more distanced as you just called him by his last name. He felt so out of reach. And he did nothing to change that.

“I- I… if you let me expl- no. I can assure you that it’s no-nothing what you think of, I swear!” Tears started to come up in his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he can step closer to you now or not.

You shake your head no “I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t need someone cheating on me and not telling the truth after it. Go back to the basement where you belong, Scamander.”

Newt stumbled back at your final words.

You turned on your heel and ran to your bedroom. Just a few seconds after, you hear how someone smashed the door to the tower.

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Werewolf

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Don’t Touch That!

Pairing: pinning!Jungkook along with platonic!NamJin

Genre: Hogwarts!AU, crack

Prompt: Don’t touch that!

Word Count: 2.5k words

Prompt: Don’t touch that!

Summary: This is a story in which everyone, including the author, is whipped for Jungkook. Just kidding (not really). Jungkook finds himself in dire need of extra help to study for an upcoming Potions mid-term. The solution to his problem involves him sacrificing his pride, but Namjoon sweeps in to save the day for five seconds.

Author’s Note: I never cared about a person’s teeth until I saw Jungkook smile. With that being said, I have crawled out of my hole and this scenario is the first of many that will come as a result of my participation in BTS Ghostie Writer’s Net Bingo Bash. This scenario falls under the “Don’t touch that!” prompt. Also, on a completely random note, I have missed writing in third person. I don’t own anything from the world of Harry Potter, but with that being said, this fic can not be modified, re-posted or translated without my permission. Credit for the image belongs to BigHit.

“I don’t think that I’m going to be able to play in next week’s match,” Jungkook said as he laid on a bed and stared up at the ceiling of the Room of Requirements. His heart clenched as the ceiling reminded him of the ceiling of the attic at his home.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked as he approached the bed that Jungkook was lying down and sat down by his feet. “The Ravenclaw team isn’t going to play without their seeker.”

“The mid-term for Potions is next Monday and then the match is Wednesday. If I fail this mid-term then I won’t have the grades that I need to play,” Jungkook explained. Namjoon looked back and watched as Jungkook sat up on the bed. His dark wavy hair was disheveled from lying down, but Namjoon was sure that all of the female students, and a considerable amount of male students, at Hogwarts would still find Jungkook attractive.

“I thought you were doing really good in Potions,” Namjoon said.

Jungkook fidgeted. “Well I’m doing good, but I’m not doing good enough. I need at least a 90% to be able to play on Wednesday and I know that Snape is going to make this mid-term extra difficult, since we’re playing against Slytherin.”

Namjoon blinked and tilted his head to the side. He didn’t know that the standard for playing Quidditch was that high. “I’d offer to help, but...” Namjoon said trailing off at the end of his sentence. Jungkook threw his head back and laughed. He knew exactly what Namjoon was talking about. The elder was an absolute liability in Potions and it was a wonder that Namjoon was still allowed to take Potions.

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure Snape already hates me enough as it is,” Jungkook said after his laughter died down. “I don’t need to give him another reason to like me even less by taking Potions lessons from you, no offense.” Jungkook extended his hand and laid it on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“None taken,” Namjoon replied. He pursed his lips for a moment and pondered over Jungkook’s dilemma. “Why don’t you ask Yoongi to tutor you?”

“I already asked. He can’t help me because he’s juggling taking the practice exam for NEWTs and duties from being Head Boy,” Jungkook said with a sigh.

“What about Jimin?” Namjoon asked. “Or Taehyung?”

“Both of them are taking the practice exam for OWLs,” Jungkook said. “And Hobi got an Acceptable in Potions for his OWLs. I need someone who knows what they are doing.”

“Jin did better than Hobi, he got an Exceeds Expectations. It’s because of him that I managed to barely scrape by in Potions section of the OWLs with an Acceptable. You should ask him,” Namjoon suggested.

Jungkook’s shoulders sagged and he shook his head. “I can’t ask him.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.” Namjoon gave Jungkook his infamous that’s-not-a-good-enough-reason look and Jungkook scooted forward on the bed to sit next to Namjoon. “I can’t ask him. Asking Jin for help gives him too much power over me. It’ll give him too much leverage. I can already see what will happen if I ask him.”

“What do you think is going to happen?”

Jungkook stood up, his Ravenclaw uniform slightly crinkly from lying down, and ran his fingers through his hair. “Ugh. I can see him going like ‘It’s about time you came around asking for my help, kid!’” Jungkook began to say as he placed his hands on hips and mimicked Jin’s ‘old man’ gestures. Namjoon laughed at Jungkook a-little-too-spot-on impression of Jin. “‘It looks like our little golden boy still needs help from time to time. HE HE HE HE.’” Tears fell down Namjoon’s cheeks upon hearing Jungkook’s imitation of Jin’s laughter. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile with his adorable teeth showing as he watched his elder laugh.

“That was too good, Kookie,” Namjoon said as he wiped away his tears. Jungkook’s smile softened and he looked down at his feet in defeat when reality returned to creep over him.

“He’s never going to let me live it down if I ask him for help.”

Namjoon stood up from the bed and smoothed his Gryffindor tie and dress shirt before placing a comforting hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“How about I ask him to help me out with Potions?” Namjoon said. Jungkook looked up, confusion clouding his brown eyes. “I’ll ask Jin if he can tutor me and then you can tag along.”

“What if he says no?” Jungkook asked with doubt laced in his voice.

“Don’t worry. He won’t say no.”

“How are you doing to get him to agree to tutor you?”

“Well... How about this? I’ll tell him that since I got an Acceptable in Potions for my OWLs that I’m going to help you out and tutor you in Potions.”

Jungkook blinked and understood immediately what Namjoon was trying to get at. There was no way that Jin was going to let Namjoon do anything that involved the words ‘help’ and ‘Potions.’

“Jin’s busy with classes today and tomorrow is Friday, right?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook took a moment to make sure that the following day was indeed Friday. “Yeah, it is.”

“Good. I’ll tell him tomorrow and after Jin finishes with his scolding, we can start studying Friday afternoon.”

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Friday afternoon arrived within a blink of an eye for Jungkook. Namjoon had told him right after breakfast that Jin would tutor the both of them at the library after their last classes of the day. According to Jin, “There was no time to waste for the school’s walking disaster and the school’s golden boy.” Jungkook, begrudgingly, couldn't agree more.

Jungkook’s school bag bounced against his hip as he walked to the library. The giggles from a group of Hufflepuffs girls passing by Jungkook as he entered the library went through one ear and out the other. He had one thing in mind and no one person or thing was going to get in his way from achieving success.

“JUNGKOOK!” Jin whisper-shouted from a bookshelf near the entrance of the library, which earned him a nasty glare from the librarian. Off to a great start, Jungkook thought to himself as he forced a smile towards the librarian in hopes to ease her anger. The elderly lady was immune to his charms and her scowl deepened. Jungkook quickly scurried to the bookshelf that Jin was standing by.

“Hey, Jin,” Jungkook awkwardly whispered. Jin grinned and patted Jungkook on the shoulder a little too enthusiastically.

“Come on, kid. Namjoon got us a table in a more intimate part of the library. We don’t need students distracted by my infamous looks while I help you and Namjoon with Potions,” Jin proclaimed. Jungkook suppressed the urge to facepalm, since the act would give Jin the you-are-not-as-handsome-as-you-think vibe, and Jungkook did not want to get another lecture from Jin about “respecting his elders.”

“Thanks for helping out. I know that you’re busy,” Jungkook said as he and Jin approached the table that Namjoon occupied.

“I’d much rather help than see the fallout from Namjoon attempting to help you with Potions,” Jin said as he pulled out a chair and sat next to Namjoon. Jungkook sat on the opposite side of the table, in front of Jin. Namjoon laughed at Jin’s remark and along with Jungkook, he pulled out his notebook that was primarily for his Potions class. “So what do you need help with, Jungkook?”

“What about me?!?” Namjoon asked with indignation. Jin glared at Namjoon and turned to face Jungkook.

“Jungkook’s problems with Potions are the easiest to address first,” Jin began to explain as he pulled out an all-too-familiar textbook. “Your issues with Potions require you to start with reading over the basics, again. I need to see how much you’re retained.”

Namjoon nodded his head and adjusted his glasses. “I’ll just start reading that,” Namjoon awkwardly said, looking at the first year Potions textbook.

“Start with reviewing how to cure boils,” Jin said as he pulled out his Potions notebook from his fourth year at Hogwarts. It was common knowledge that Jin liked to keep notebooks that contained notes from all of the classes that he had taken at Hogwarts. Those notebooks, and Jin, were among the most coveted things by the students at Hogwarts. “Here we go, antidotes to Potions. This is the core of what you are learning about in Potions, right?”

“Right,” Jungkook said.

“Are there any Potions that you’re struggling with?” Jin asked. He skimmed through his notebook to refresh his memory of the Potions that he had learned about.

“The Ageing Potion,” Jungkook replied.

“Oh! I know that one!” Namjoon exclaimed. Jin rolled his eyes and playfully smacked Namjoon’s hand.

“You don’t know anything,” Jin said. “You can’t even brew a Pepperup Potion to cure the common cold.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise. He knew that Namjoon struggled with Potions, but he didn’t realize that his struggle led him to not even be able to brew such an essential potion.

“I almost did last time! I just forgot to add the Mandrake root!” Namjoon said in reply. Jin huffed and stared pointedly at Namjoon.

“Speaking of which, although it’s good that you’re trying to do better with Potions, shouldn’t you be studying for the upcoming Transfiguration mid-term that you have next Thursday?” Jin said.

“How do you know I have a mid-term next Thursday?” Namjoon asked.

“Hobi was complaining about it since it’s right after the big match between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. He wants to watch the match, but McGonagall is testing you guys on human transfiguration.”

Namjoon gulped and nervously adjusted his glasses. He looked down at the Potions book and contemplated the current use of his time.

“Hobi said that he was going to be in the Room of Requirements to practice, if you want to join him,” Jin suggested with a shift in his tone. Gone was playful Jin-- he was now replaced with wise Jin. Namjoon looked at Jungkook and grimaced. Jungkook felt bad for the elder. Snape’s tests were notoriously hard, but McGonagall managed to make her tests even harder. Jungkook had heard many sixth years complain about the Transfiguration class and how they were struggling to even understand what McGonagall wanted them to do.

“You should go study with Hobi,” Jungkook encouraged. He swallowed his pride and sighed before admitting what he wanted to avoid saying in front of Jin. “I’m the one who needs help.”

Namjoon nodded his head and immediately stood up from his seat. “I’ll go meet up with Hobi. Sorry about this,” Namjoon said as he gestured to the barely read Potions textbook.

Jin shrugged, unbothered by Namjoon’s sudden need to leave. “No worries. You’ve got more important things to worry about.” Namjoon sighed in relief and hung his school bag on his shoulder. “I’ll save you a seat at dinner.”

“Thanks!” He said in reply. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Once Namjoon was no longer within earshot, Jin closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. “I know I can give him flack, but Namjoon’s the smartest among us. I’m sure he’ll do just fine on McGonagall’s test.”

“Yeah. I’m sure he’ll do good too,” Jungkook said as he looked down at his barely legible notes from Potions class. He figured a good place to start with understanding the Ageing Potion better would be to compare his notes with Jin’s old notes and make a detailed guide to understanding and brewing the potion.

“Why did you ask for help to study for this mid-term, kid?” Jin suddenly asked as Jungkook was furiously writing important notes that either he had neglected to get down or Snape had neglected to talk about in class. Snape had a habit of expecting students to do a lot of learning outside of class, so it was most likely the latter.

Jungkook looked up from his scribblings, his doe eyes wide in surprise. Jin’s body was leaning against the table, his eyes studying the younger boy.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Jungkook, you’re a smart kid,” Jin started to say. Jungkook was in awe. He never thought he’d ever hear those words come out so easily from Jin’s mouth. “Not as smart as me, but still smart.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “But you’re doing well-enough in Potions. You don’t need my help to score high enough to play in the match against Slytherin on Wednesday.”

“I don’t want to do ‘well-enough,’ I want to do better,” Jungkook said. Jin moved back to let his back rest against the chair as he pondered over Jungkook’s desires and intentions. As he was lost in thought, Jungkook pulled out a folder from his school bag and papers started falling out.

“Don’t touch that!” Jungkook exclaimed in panic as he saw Jin grab a worn out folded piece of paper that fell out of his messy folder of papers.

“What is this?” Jin asked with a hint of teasing in his tone.

“Nothing!”

“It doesn’t seem like nothing,” Jin pointedly said as he opened the worn out folded piece of paper. He could tell from the crinkles that this paper had been open and folded countless times.

A deafening silence hung in the air as Jungkook awaited Jin’s reaction to the contents of the piece of paper.

“So that’s why you’re studying so hard. It isn’t just so you can play the game,” Jin stated after reading the first few lines of the note. Jungkook expected his tone to be mocking, but instead it was soft. “You like someone.”

A blush crept on Jungkook’s neck and he hung his head low. “It doesn’t matter,” he mumbled in hopes that Jin would drop the subject. He didn’t want to be humiliated by the elder for having a crush and going to such great lengths to impress someone.

“It matters if you wrote out your feelings in a note and are going out of your way to study a subject that you already excel in,” Jin said as he folded up the note and gave it back to Jungkook. He looked up at Jin in surprise. Was he really not going to tease him?

“I--”

“You don’t have to say anything, kid,” Jin said. “And if you don’t want me to, I won’t tell anyone, especially the person that this note is meant for.”

Jungkook’s tensed shoulders sagged in relief as he stared at his older friend in disbelief.

“I’m confused.”

Jin kindly smiled at Jungkook and patted him on the head. Jin understood what Jungkook was trying to do. Getting a high grade on the mid-term wasn’t just for the match, it was to impress the person that Jungkook was crushing on.

“Don’t worry, kid. I’ll give you a hard time about it later, but for now we’re gonna continue going over these concepts,” Jin said, gesturing at the notes that Jungkook had been taking. “And I’m gonna make sure that you ace the Potions mid-term.”

Jungkook wanted to ask about Jin’s intentions, but he didn’t want to push away Jin’s help. He would ask Jin about what he was talking about later, after he catches the snitch and wins the match against Slytherin on Wednesday. He wasn’t going to do good, he was going to do great.

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simplyslytherin · 4 years

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The Mirror

Claire liked being a legilimens. It was an amazing way to find the perfect present for your friends and have them marvel at your gift giving skills. However, it also came with some downsides the last time she went into Barnaby's head she went a bit too deep searching and stumbled across some rather unpleasant memories. She ended up cuddling Barnaby every day for two weeks, much to his delight before she told him what she did. He wasn't mad at her, he said, "those are from forever ago. I have you and my other friends now. It's okay just keep snuggling with me and we will be even." She did as he asked guilt buiding in her gut. Poor sweet Barnaby was very much in love with her and she knew she would never love him back, she could never love him back. She refused to marry a pureblood, she had decided "tainting her bloodline" would be the best way to spite her father. Besides she and Barnaby were related three generations back, that was to close for comfort in Claire's mind.

Barnaby had confirmed his feelings during Professor Snape's love potion class. He had asked her to move away as he could only smell her perfume. Claire had run out of perfume the day before the lesson and it would be a week to get more by owl post.

Thelove potion had smelled like, cinnamon rolls, Ben and Talbott. Ben had been the most overpowering smell of them all. It was like she had his robes wrapped around her and happened to have a small hanky that smelled like Talbott. Ben was to important to be killed by her father and she reasoned that Talbott's halfbood status would protect him.

After she came home for the summer after her father sent the howler, he would sit her down every day and list everything he would do to the unnamed "mudblood" boy. Surprisingly he hardly seemed to repeat the threats other than he would make her watch. Claire couldn't stand for even the more tame threats to happen to Ben. She reasoned the best way to keep Ben safe was to try and get rid of her feelings for him. Only Ben seemed to have other ideas, whenever she was almost over him he would do something terribly endearing.

Like when someone started passing around rumors she was sleeping around, he invented a rumor jinx. The rumor jinx was somehow linked to the rumor about her and whenever someone repeated it their face would breakout in painful boils that even Madam Pomfrey couldn't quite get rid of. The only cure seemed to be to apologize to her or tell the whole school they made it up.

"Ben you shouldn't of done that for me," she told him afterwards.

"Its not that bad. I just have to write down the process and what the spell is used for. Flitwick isn't even mad. He's impressed I think. He says once I turn this into the ministry I'm sure to get a job there. I think I might go for the Department of Experimental Charms. Its only a month of detention anyway, we've had worse," he said to her.

"But Ben, isn't everyone mad at you for losing so many house points? Your gonna get cursed in your sleep!"

Ben laughed, "I'm not gonna get cursed! I put protections up before I sleep every night. I should probably switch to nonverbal now."

"Ben!"

"Claire if I get cursed feel free to say 'I told you so.' But it was worth all the trouble. Plus now I get to eat with you." That damn smile made Claire's resolve crumble.

"I'm not gonna help you remove the hex," she grumbled.

"Oh, you will, because your my best friend and you can't stand to see me in pain and since I lost 100 points Slytherin is in the lead now; so you owe me."

"I'll deal with it, I won't help this time."

"Sure Claire," he said sarcastically.

It was later that year she told Ben her news at breakfast. "I've decided to be Talbott's girlfriend. He asked me yesterday."

Ben promptly choked on his orange juice.

"Ben! Are you alright?"

He was frantically pounding on his chest as Claire looked at him horrified, after he finished he slumped forward a bit muttering that it went down the wrong pipe and hurt. Claire ran her hand soothingly down his back, "Ben, I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you choke."

He waved her off, "new Ben" wasn't afraid of much anymore but Claire had spent more time with him and managed to get some of "old Ben" to stick around, he wasn't perfect but, she still liked his company.

"If he hurts you, I'm gonna hex him into next week! You come crying to me once, that's all it takes."

"Ben!"

"I'll have Barnaby help." After Ben's threats were delivered to Talbott, he was perfectly pleasant to Talbott. Barnaby on the other hand kept promising to tear Talbott apart with his bare hands until Claire got sick of it and stopped talking to him. She even sat with Ben at the Gryffindor table (Talbott never ate in the grand hall) until Barnaby apologized and promised to stop making threats.

Things went slowly back to normal, only Claire could swear sometimes she saw the boys glaring at Talbott when they thought she wasn't looking.

However things came to a head in charms. "I know the NEWTS aren't till next year and I should of waited on this particular lesson. But, rarely will we have an opportunity like this!" Professor Filtwick, told them excitedly, as he pulled off a large tarp covering a mirror with his wand, "behold the mirror of erised! This mirror shows what you want most in the world, we will be enchanting our own mirrors to do something similar,"

"Professor," a gryffindor girl Claire didn't recognize started talking, " will we be able to look into the mirror?" The whole class murmured in agreement.

Flitwick sighed, "I suppose it will do no harm, but it will only be for two minutes each. We need to continue the lesson and this is going to be remarkably personal so you don't need to share with the class. "

The gryffindor girl squealed in delight when it was her turn in front of the mirror, "Miss Reyes, your turn," Filtwick called.

She nodded fingering Talbott's scarf carefully. The mirror showed her worst nightmare, in a sense. This mirror confirmed she was going to have to break Talbott's heart. She had hoped it would show her and Talbott but it didn't.

Instead she was holding Ben's hand he was laughing and that stupid snort was still cute. However, the thing that suprised her the most was the small army of children that seemed to be playing around their feet. Now she looked closer She and Ben looked to be in their late twenties. Mirror Ben stopped holding her hand to throw a small toddler up in the air, the little boy laughed snorting just like Ben.

Oh god, she kept thinking, how am I gonna tell Talbott? She could see him getting mad at leading him on and never wantting to be friends anymore. He was yelling horrible thing at her how he wished they had never met and now her friends were taking sides on the breakup. All her friends seemed to be on Talbott's side.

Ben was there before even Filtwick could react. He pulled her away and into his chest, it had gotten so much more broad over the summer she noticed. Now seeing the whole class was looking at her and probably wondering why she was crying. She needed a quick explanation, "mum, dad, Jacob, not deatheaters," she said through sobs in Ben's neck. Some of the girls looked sorry for her, it seemed the lie was working. She enjoyed her current position in Ben's arms to much to simply want to let go when Ben started pulling away.

He sighed then whispered "its my turn I'll be back," begrudgingly she let go. Before he left he took off his robes and wrapped them around her shoulders. It was acceptable, they were warm and they smelled like Ben. She tried halfheartedly to give the robes back after the lesson, he shook his head and loudly told her, "you know Claire I've been working on a new rumor jinx if anyone from this class was to say something they shouldn't, I would hate to see what would happen to them."

She gave Ben a soft "thanks" before they parted ways. She had to use a hover charm on Ben's robes as they were much to large and she didn't want to take them off.

Ascending the stairs to the owlery she called out, "Bagshot, come here I have a job for you." Bagshot fluttered down looking at her before giving out a screech. "Stop judging me! I'm taking care of it!" She tied the letter to the screech owl's leg before telling her to find Talbott. The owl looked back as if trying to assesses how much trouble Claire was in before deciding it wasn't worth it.

Bagshot had evidently found Talbott as he had met her in the courtyard.

"I'm sorry," she started.

To her surprise he was smiling, "You finally admitted it to yourself then,"

"What?"

"Claire, tell me who's robes are you wearing?"

"I don't see how that relates,"

"Well they are gryffindor robes. So I bet all the gold in Gringotts they belong to Ben."

"Talbott, I-"

"It's fine Claire, you were never mine, despite how much I wanted you to be. I've seen the way you look at him and how he looks at you,"

Claire was crying now, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-I never wanted-"

Talbott gave her a quick hug, "I always knew this would happen, did he finally tell you?"

"The mirror of erised, in charms, I-" she choked out before Talbott cut her off.

"Claire," he said kissing her forehead, "promise me you'll tell him,"

"But what a what about us? And we-are we still friends?" She choked out.

"Yeah, we are. I knew before we even started dating you weren't mine. You've always been Ben's,"

"But-"

"Its fine, I actually wanted to break up too."

"Why?"

"I do love you Claire very much. But we just aren't ment to be. I know you tried for me. It just didn't work out."

They parted ways and Claire was wondering what Talbott ment by 'did he tell you'.

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futurewriter2000 · 5 years

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Reality ~ Pt. 6 ~ final part

A/N: So I finished this last night but fixed the grammar today. I know this fic never really got a lot of notes but I quite like it and am proud of it how far it got. But it’s time to wrap it all up. Hope you guys like it.

Everything since that day changed for you. It was like your heart made a switch and you couldn’t turn it back. You wanted to. You wanted desperately to change back because, since that day, everything you thought has been gone towards Sirius was now coming back.

You laid in your bed, staring at the ceiling and being unable to sleep. Your heart fluttered when you thought of Sirius’ smile. How he laughed and tried to touch you accidentally.

Your heart shouldn’t be fluttering. Your mind shouldn’t be full of Sirius’ smiles and laughs, his eyes and handsome features. Your skin shouldn’t have goosebumps whenever you thought of his touch.

Why was everything changing?

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“ Here, love.” he pressed the roll against your lips but you quickly stepped back, coughing the smoke that unwillingly entered your nostrils.

“ No, I’m good.” you replied and put your hands in your pockets, leaning against the wall.

Mulciber stared into your eyes as he inhaled the smell of cigarettes. He saw something was on your mind and though he never wanted to use his Legilimency on you, he knew he had to. He just knew that something you were thinking wasn’t good.

‘ Sirius.’

Mulciber stood there, his cigar suddenly falling from the clutch of his fingers and his eyes burning into yours.

‘ Mulciber?’ your thought echoed in his own head and he became confused. Not for long though as the wheels started turning and the worst of his thoughts came to surface.

“ What are you thinking?” he asked, walking closer to you.

You looked up from the ground and simpered. “ Nothing.”

‘ Us.’ your thought echoed louder in his head, almost as you wanted him to know.

“ Nothing?” he shrugged, placing his hand on the wall behind you and leaning closer. “ Nothing, huh?” he repeated in a chuckle.

You tried to catch his eyes but they were avoiding your own. ‘ Why doesn’t he look at me?’ you thought and you saw a corner of his mouth quirk up. ‘ What if he kno-’

“ Knows what?” he asked lifting up his gaze so quickly, you felt your heart stop beating. His body was pressing you against the wall, blocking your every muscle to move. “ Knows you’ve been thinking of him? Why are you thinking of him, (y/n)? Why is my name questionable?”

You felt shocked at first. How could have he known that whe-

“ You used Legilimency on me?!” you now managed to place your hands on his chest and push him away from you. “ ON ME! “

“ I HAD TO! YOU’RE THINKING OF ANOTHER GUY!” he bellowed back and you felt your blood boil your veins.

“ THOSE ARE PRIVATE THOUGHTS, MULCIBER! HE WAS MY EX! THOSE FEELINGS DON’T JUST VANISH!” you continued to shout.

He stared. His eyes were empty, his expression unreadable. A smirk appeared on his face and he let a small chuckle. “ So, you have feelings for him?” he started walking closer but you took a grip of your wand and let the other hand lift up. “ What happened to ‘ It was a meaningless kiss.’ , ‘I don’t feel anything for you.’ and oh, what am I forgetting...” he rubbed his chin before his eyes turned dark at you. “ Oh, yes. ‘ I love you, Mulciber.’ “

“ I do.” you said, this time less convinced of yourself that you do.

“ Do you?”

“ Why are you asking me this?”

“ Because you’re lying!!” he sneered and you lifted your wand.

“ Don’t you dare talk to me like I am one of your targets, Mulciber. I have been trying my best to accept your dark side. To accept you for who you truly are, and I know quite well you are not a monster you pretend to be but sometimes at times I feel so stupid for thinking because you bully and you sneer at me like I AM SOME KIND OF TRASH TO YOU!” you started to get angry, the tip of your wand letting out red sparks.

He lifted his hands above his shoulder and backed away, his gaze on your wand. “You’re not...I’m sorry. Just let the wand down. Let’s talk like adults.”

“ I’m trying!” you shouted, tears streaming down your cheeks now. “ I’m trying so hard to take everything seriously. I want us to have a future together but the more I thought about it for the last few days the more I feel like we don’t!”

His eyes shot to yours and his expression fell. “ Wait. So let me get this straight. You are dumping me?”

“ I love you Mulciber. I really do but I don’t think we have a chance. The more I think about it the more I know that I can never go to the dark side and do what you do. And I know you’re not like that either.” tears streamed down your face and you felt your wand shaking in your grip.

“ He-he. HE GOT INTO YOUR HEAD, DIDN’T HE!! THAT BLOOD-TRAITOR! THAT LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!”

“ No! He doesn’t have anything to do with us.”

“ HE HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH US!”

“ NO! WE HAVE EVERYTHING TO DO WITH US! DON’T YOU SEE! WE’RE FIGHTING LIKE TWO LITTLE KIDS!”

He stormed to you, pushing you so hard against the wall your head spun from all the pain. “ Little kids?” he growled, his wand now against your throat. “ What we were wasn’t “little kids.”. We got together, as a couple. We had sex, like adults. We talked, like adults. We loved each other, like lovers. We fought, LIKE EVERY BLOODY COUPLE IN THE WORLD DOES!” he shouted at you, your ears started to ring. “ You want to end this, huh?” he pushed the tip of your wand further in your neck. You saw his upper lip twitch from gritting his teeth so aggressively, his eyes turning into an ominous glare and his wand removing from your throat. “ I want you to leave right now and never return to me.” He growled. “ I want you to go back to that blood-traitor have a happy nice family you want and see them as I tear them apart, one by one.” he now walked forwards but not towards you but by you, stopping right beside you. “ And I want you to remember this day- 30th of January- Because today is the day you made the biggest mistake of your life.”

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Thee day Sirius heard you and Mulciber broke up was the happiest day of his life. He couldn’t believe that finally, he might have a shot of getting you back. Of getting the girl he fell in love with, back.

He couldn’t stop smiling, and all his time was spend of looking for you. It was a bit harder than he imagined. Apparently, you got the flu so you were stuck in your dorm but a week has passed and he was sure you were going to come to Transfiguration class today.

And you did. You showed with that bright smile of yours, your purple hair growing quicker than you expected. They were a bit above your shoulders but when you flipped them on the side, they perfectly showed the shape of your face. Your (y/n/h/c) roots were growing up but they mixed up with the washed purple and looked quite aesthetic with your yellow and black robes. Finally, you sat down next to Remus and started pulling out your notebook.

“ Hi, Remus.” you smiled.

“ Morning.” he smiled back and turned his eyes back on his book. “ Heard you had the flu.” he continued while his eyes kept themselves on the book and his mouth turning into a small smirk.

“ Yeah. I had a terrible fever but I’m all fine now and ready to take on this Transfiguration lesson. What did I miss?”

“ Nothing much. We were talking about basics on the Newts, Geminio, Duro dot dot dot.” he finally put the book down and turned to look at you. “ Soo..you and Mulciber, huh?”

“ Ugh.” you let out a sigh, making both James and Sirius fix their ears on you. “ Come on, Remus. Anything but this.” you threw your head in your palms and rubbed your eyes.

But he had that charming, goofy grin on that you somehow couldn’t resist. The curious eyes, the long light brown hair and small wrinkle on the bridge of his nose.

Sometimes, you really hated his over-winning charm.

“ It just didn’t work out, okay. Different people set on different paths. Fun while it lasted but you know, time to choose a future. Unfortunately, I didn’t see it with him.” you shrugged and Remus, pleased, went back to facing forward.

“ I’m glad to hear this. I missed the old (y/n).” he smirked and opened his notebook, just in time while Professor McGonagall entered the classroom.

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After the class was over, you pushed your things in your bag and left the classroom but was quickly stopped by no other than Sirius Black.

You turned around and found his foolish grin trying not to show too much. He tugged his hands in his pockets and started walking backward, while you moved forwards. “ You could say I told you so.” he bit his lower lip, trying to hide his joyous beam.

“ Told me so?” you scoffed, walking slowly as you tried to hide your smile just as much as the unnatural feeling in your stomach.

“ You and him, two different people with two different futures ahead.”

“ I guess so, yeah.” you looked down at your feet before looking back up at him. “ But that doesn’t mean anything.”

“ Why should it?” his suppressing beam finally showed, he really couldn’t hide it any longer. “ I’m patient.”

“ Patient? Why should you be patient?”

“ Because.” he stopped and walked close to you, his chest against yours, his nose brushing the bridge of yours and his eyes focused on your lips. Your heartbeat was fast, the unnatural feeling in your stomach was like a storm, growing stronger and bigger, your lungs somehow tightening. “ Because I know what I want and what I need...and I know how to get it.” his fingers lifted your chin and he pulled your lips against his, kissing you after a long-lasting desire of tasting your lips, of smelling your perfume and of feeling your touch, he finally had it and he knew that this time he was not about to let go.

You knotted his robes in your fists and soon pushed away to take a breath. Smiling, you let go of his shirt and tapped his chest a few times, ironing the wrinkles on his shirt. “ I-I have Potions.” you let out and started backing away, biting your lip and finally leaving him behind.

---

You shouldn’t feel like this but you really were...happy. But there was a tiny piece of guilt lurking inside of you, telling you to not feel too much joy since you broke up with Mulciber. It was too quick for you...but your heart kept wanting more of him, your eyes desiring his handsome features and your lips keen to touch his.

You shouldn’t feel like this, but you did and you were bound to let go of the guilt holding you back.

If you hadn’t done that, you wouldn’t be here with your loving boyfriend helping you unpack the boxes that came with you to his apartment.

“ Is this-” he picked up the ugly green vase out of the box. “ What is this?” he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion while his lips preparing to laugh.

“ This.” you grabbed the vase from his hands and carried it to the table. “ Is my nana’s fortune vase. It is believed that it brings protection and happiness to the family who lives with.”

“ Or it’s just an ugly vase.” he chuckled and walked over, hugging you from behind. He placed a kiss bellow your jawline but he noticed that something was wrong. Your hands were still placed on the green vase and your mind completely overclouded by the ugly past. “ Love? Are you alright?”

‘ I want you to go back to that blood-traitor have a happy nice family you want and see them as I tear them apart, one by one. ‘ his threatening growl echoed in the back of your head, causing you to think of every possibility of this coming true. Imagining a small happy family one day being taken away from you. You grabbing the vase from all the anger and throwing it everywhere while you the bodies of your family laid bloody on the floor.

“ Hey. Hey.” he whispered and pulled you in a hug. “ Are you overthinking this? I thought you wanted to move in with me?” he placed his hand on your head and kept you close.

“ No, no. I want to.” you moved and looked at your feet again. “ It’s-It’s just that...” you continued to stumble through your words. “ It’s something Mulciber said when we broke up...telling me how he will tear my family apart, telling me how I made the biggest mistake in my life, going back to you.” you looked up, your eyes starting to water.

He cupped your cheeks and leaned his forehead against yours. “ He can say and threat however he wants, but he will never try and hurt the hair on you or on my family. I’ll hunt him down before he even thinks of it.” he kissed your forehead and pulled you in his embrace once again.

Because believe it or not, everything feels like a dream some point in life, but you should never lose touch with reality.

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Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets: Everyone Lives

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Chapter Eleven The Dueling Club

Harry was released from the infirmary on Sunday morning. His arm was better, if a little stiff. He looked to where they’d brought Colin in, but the bed had been covered with curtains. Madam Pomfrey checked his fingers and arm, and sent him on his way. She seemed quite eager to be rid of him and turn all her attention to Colin Creevey.

Harry was a little disappointed that Ron and Hermione weren’t waiting for him, but he found them in Moaning Myrtle’s toilet. Hermione had already lit a fire in one of the porcelain bowls and had a cauldron resting on top of it. She was quite good at waterproof fires.

Ron stepped to the side of the small stall so Harry could squeeze in with them. “We’d’ve come to meet you,” he said, “but we decided to get started on the Polyjuice Potion.”

Harry started to tell them about Colin, but Hermione interrupted.

“We already know — we heard Professor McGonagall telling Professor Flitwick this morning. That’s why we decided we’d better get going —”

“The sooner we get a confession out of Malfoy, the better,” Ron said. “D’you know what I think? He was in such a foul temper after the Quidditch match, he took it out on Colin.”

Harry was inclined to agree. Especially if Dobby belonged to the Malfoy family. He told Ron and Hermione what Dobby had told him, and Ron said the same thing Harry had been pondering.

“Lucius Malfoy must’ve opened the Chamber when he was at school here and now he’s told dear old Draco how to do it. It’s obvious. I wish Dobby’d told you what kind of monster is in there, though. I want to know how come nobody’s noticed it sneaking around the school.”

“Maybe it can make itself invisible,” Hermione suggested, “or disguise itself — pretend to be a suit of armor or something.”

Harry only wished he knew how the Black family house-elf figured into all of this. He would have to write Sirius and ask. And hunt for that one letter that mentioned Voldemort needing a house elf. Because whatever was happening, Dobby had warned that it was worse than Voldemort. Harry still didn’t see how.

“There’s one more thing,” Harry said. “My mum’s going to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.”

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By Monday morning, everyone was talking about Colin Creevey, and the first years were terrified.

Ginny was especially distraught. Fred and George’s attempts to cheer her were rather unsuccessful. In Harry’s opinion, taking turns at spooking her by jumping out from behind statues, or covering themselves in fur and boils, seemed like a poor way to cheer someone up. But Ron said it worked all the time at home.

By the end of Monday, everyone was talking about Defense Against the Dark Arts. The boys, at first, were excited, and the girls heartbroken. But by the time Harry, Ron, and Hermione got to class, Professor Potter had earned the reputation of being as difficult as Snape and McGonagall combined, and played no favorites.

The only students who seemed to like her were the NEWT students, who found her challenging lessons a welcome relief from Lockhart’s dull lectures.

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione arrived at their class, she sternly instructed them to take their seats, and passed out an exam with no introduction. It was nothing like the exam Lockhart had given them. It was overwhelmingly difficult, and Harry was only able to answer a handful of questions, mostly drawing on knowledge gained from stories he’d heard from his parents, and a few answers came from the notes in the book Sirius had given him. About halfway through, he snuck a glance at Hermione and saw her staring furiously at the paper, but not writing much down. It was a little comfort to know that even she was struggling.

Lily — Harry didn’t know if he should call her Mum or Professor — collected the exams and told the students they would receive their scores in the following class. Harry felt pretty awful as they trooped to dinner.

“She can’t really expect that test to go towards our scores,” Hermione said with a lilt of panic in her voice. “I mean, those were fifth-year level questions. We can’t possibly be expected to know the answers.”

But Ron and Harry had no words of comfort for her.

Eventually, rumor trickled down that the tests were made of O.W.L.-level questions, and Professor Potter had used them as an assessment exam for her classes. Hermione looked like someone had lifted a Pondictus Charm from her shoulders when she heard the scores wouldn’t count.

Lockhart was not too happy about Lily Potter’s new popularity with the older students, and could be found at mealtimes apologizing to the girls who crowded his table.

“Not to worry,” he said one evening, a few weeks after Lily had begun teaching, “I’ve got something planned you will absolutely love.”

A poster for a Dueling Club went up shortly after.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts that day, Lavender Brown asked Professor Potter what she thought of the club, and Professor Potter replied, “Dueling is an art that requires an incredible amount of skill and quick thinking. I will let Mr. Lockhart’s skills speak for themselves, rather than waste words on them.”

The boys in the class snickered and the girls murmured uncomfortably to each other. Their professor quickly took charge of the class by asking them to tell her the differences between a Doxy and a Pixie.

Luckily, Harry’s daily life didn’t change much. After class, Lily would occasionally ask how he was doing, but she largely left him to his own devices, for which he was very grateful, because they were nearly done with the Polyjuice Potion, and the last thing he needed was his mother to discover he and his friends were brewing an advanced potion for the purposes of sneaking into the Slytherin common room.

The Dueling Club began that evening, and Gilderoy Lockhart introduced Professor Snape as his assistant.

Lily attended, but stood near the back of the crowd, with a few sixth and seventh years, who looked as judgemental about the event as she did.

Lockhart, after introducing a furious-looking Snape, waved his hand to her. “And would Miss Potter like to add anything before we begin?”

With fire in her green eyes and a curl in her smile that reminded Harry a bit of Sirius, she said, “It’s Professor Potter, and just as you have graciously given me the floor in my own classroom —” the third and fourth year Slytherins laughed at this, “— I would not deign to impose on your teaching abilities here.”

Lockhart’s smile looked a little uncomfortable, and Snape’s glare had turned into an incredibly amused expression. Harry had never seen Snape look so pleased about something. He nudged Ron to get his attention. Ron’s mouth fell open.

“I haven’t seen him smile like that since Slytherin won the Quidditch Cup last year.”

“He must really hate Lockhart,” Harry said quietly. “I wonder why he agreed to help him.”

Ron shrugged. “Fred and George did say he’s been after the Defense Against Dark Arts position for years.”

Lockhart and Snape began an exhibition duel for the benefit of the students. They bowed to each other — Lockhart grandly and Snape abruptly — and raised their wands. Harry remembered watching his parents do this once when he was very small — small enough to sit in a tired Uncle Remus’s lap while Sirius refereed. Harry wondered if there should be someone to referee now. Snape didn’t look like he would hold back at all. For once, Harry sort of hoped he wouldn’t.

“As you can see,” Lockhart began, “we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position. On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course. One… two… three —”

Snape said, “Expelliarmus!” and there was a flash of red light. Gilderoy Lockhart went flying into the wall. The Slytherins cheered, and the students beside Lily laughed. Even she let slip a small, satisfied smirk.

Lockhart stood uneasily. “There you have it. That was a Disarming Charm — as you can see, I’ve lost my wand — ah, thank you Miss Brown — yes, an excellent idea to show them that Professor Snape, but if you don’t mind my saying so, it was pretty obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have only been too easy — however, I felt it would be instructive to let them see…. Enough demonstration! I’m going to come amongst you and put you all into pairs —”

Before he could finish, several girls were shouting for him to partner with them, and a handful of the sixth and seventh years were begging Lily to partner with them.

Harry immediately went to partner with Ron, but Snape suddenly appeared and partnered Ron with Seamus and Harry with Malfoy. He looked for his mom for help escaping the duel, but she was busy getting the sixth and seventh years appropriately paired up.

Lockhart retook the stage. “Face your partners and bow.”

Harry and Malfoy inclined their heads without taking their eyes off each other.

“Now, wands at the ready! When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponents — only to disarm them — we don’t want any accidents — one… two… three —”

But Malfoy cast his spell on two. His “Expelliarmus!” knocked Harry back like he’d been run over by a Hippogriff. Harry stumbled to his feet and shouted back, “Rictumsempra!”

Malfoy was hit by a jet of silver light that took all the air out of him.

“I said disarm only!” Lockhart shouted.

Harry threw a Tickling Charm at Malfoy, but felt it would be unsporting to cast another spell while Malfoy was doubled over with laughter. That turned out to be a mistake — Malfoy gasped, “Tantellegra!” and Harry’s feet began dancing uncontrollably.

Snape shouted Finite Incantatem, and even Lily cast a few Finites as they sorted out the chaos of the duels around them.

“I suppose I ought to teach you how to block unfriendly spells,” Lockhart said as he surveyed the chaos from his stage. “Let’s have a volunteer pair.”

Snape quickly volunteered Harry and Malfoy to be the volunteer pair. Harry wanted to know what Snape’s obsession was with the two of them as they were steered into the center of the room by Lockhart.

“Now, Harry,” Lockhart said, “When Draco points his wand at you, you do this.” And he made some sort of wiggling motion with his wand and accidentally dropped it. Snape and the crowd laughed. Harry looked for his mother, who was not laughing. She looked furious. Harry wondered who with.

When she met his eyes, she mouthed a spell at him, but he couldn’t quite read her lips.

“Scared, Potter?” Malfoy muttered to him. “Do you need your Mummy to come rescue you?”

Harry quickly turned back to Malfoy. “You wish.”

As Lockhart stepped away to count, Harry tried to remember that day he’d watched his parents duel, and tried to remember specifically what protection spell his father had used. He closed his eyes when Lockhart said, “Two,” to visualize the memory of his parents’ duel more clearly. When Lockhart hit, “One,” Harry shouted, “Protego!”

Pain shot from his scar and threatened to split his head in two. He heard not his own voice, or his father’s voice, but his mother screaming the spell. He saw a flash of white light and a flash of green light, heard a woman’s scream, and felt an explosion inside of his headhead. He stumbled backwards wondered what he’d done wrong with the spell. He felt nauseated.

When he managed to open his eyes, there was an angry snake slithering towards him. He didn’t know what spell Malfoy had cast, but he wanted to laugh. Snakes were the least of Harry’s fears in life.

But then Lockhart pointed his wand at the snake. There was a bang and it flew ten feet into the air before smacked the ground. It hissed furiously and slithered towards Justin Finch-Fletchley.

Harry stepped towards the snake. He said, very firmly, “Leave him alone.” The snake looked at Harry and obediently coiled into a tight ball.

Then Harry looked at Justin, expecting a thank you. Instead, he got a very furious and terrified, “What are you playing at?” and Justin stormed out of the hall.

Harry was as bewildered as the snake when Snape vanished it into a puff of black smoke. Harry knew parseltongue wasn’t the most attractive language in the world — Sirius often said it sent shivers down his spine — but he didn’t think it could be that terrifying. He’d saved Justin, after all.

But Snape was giving him a very cold and uncomfortably calculating stare, so Harry made no protest as Ron and Hermione steered him out of the hall and all the way upstairs to the common room.

“You’re a parselmouth?” Ron said and practically shoved Harry into a chair. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Oh. It was never important. I don’t know.” He hadn’t meant to keep being a parselmouth a secret but he did remember his parents and Sirius having a quiet conversation behind closed doors, and there had been a letter to Dumbledore at some point. He remembered his father said to be careful who he told, and he remembered them saying they would tell him what was so bad about it before he went off to Hogwarts. He didn’t remember the conversation ever coming up again, though. “I’ve only done it a few times to play pranks on Sirius. It’s not very difficult. I bet loads of people here can too.”

“No they can’t,” Ron said. “It’s not a very common gift. Harry, this is bad.”

Harry frowned. “It’s not bad. If I hadn’t told that snake not to attack Justin —”

“Oh, that’s what you said to it?”

“Yes, that’s what I said to it! Of course that’s what I said to it. I wouldn’t say anything else to it.” Harry’s face felt hot. He didn’t know if he was embarrassed or angry. Maybe both. “What’s so bad about it?” he asked, and looked to Hermione for the answer.

Hermione bit on her lower lip. “It’s what Salazar Slytherin was famous for. That’s why the symbol of Slytherin House is a serpent.”

“And now,” said Ron, “the whole school’s going to think you’re his great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandson or something —”

“But I’m not.”

“He lived about a thousand years ago,” Hermione said. “For all we know, you could be.”

Harry shook his head. “No.” There was something else going on. Something bigger than the Chamber of Secrets. Something that had to do with the weird vision he had seen when he cast a Shield Charm. “I’m going to go find my mum.” He had a lot of questions for her.

Harry left the common room and went down to his mother’s office. People avoided him as he walked past, and conversations dropped to hushed whispers around him. Harry ignored them all.

The last time he’d been to the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher’s office was for detention with Lockhart. He thought he’d rather do that then try to talk to his mother about what happened. His parents were so strangely secretive about these things.

He knocked on her door.

He had to wait a while before she answered. He was about to knock again when she finally opened the door, and a handful of sixth and seventh years left. Percy Weasley was among them. He opened his mouth to say something to Harry — Harry imagined it would be critical — but Lily cut him off.

“Have a good night,” she said to her students. “Stay warm. It looks like snow. And don’t worry.” She put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “There’s no need to make mountains out of molehills.”

“I don’t understand, Professor,” one of the students in Slytherin robes said.

Lily paused and amended her metaphor. “Don’t make Trolls out of Puffskeins.”

One of the Hufflepuff boys laughed at the Slytherin girl and she playfully cuffed his ear as they walked downstairs to their dormitories.

Once they were gone, Lily smiled gently at Harry. “I wondered if you’d be coming by.”

She let him into her office and closed the door behind them. He wasn’t sure if he should sit at the desk like it was a teacher-student meeting or not, so he only stood awkwardly.

Lily waved her wand and a plate of biscuits and a tea set appeared by the roaring fire. Harry recognized the tea set as the same one from their house. Then, Lily used a Levitation Charm to move several chair cushions beside the fire. She sat down and motioned for Harry to sit with her.

Harry sat down on one of the cushions and leaned against Lily. He dipped his biscuit into the teacup of warm milk. It really felt like they were sitting beside the fire at home, rather than at Hogwarts.

“Mum,” he finally started, “do you remember when I wrote you the letter about the Sorting Hat?”

“Of course I remember.”

“And I said it wanted to put me in Slytherin. Is it because I’m a descendant of Slytherin? Because I can talk to snakes? Because I don’t want to be — I don’t want to be like Salazar Slytherin.” He felt himself getting worked up, but he couldn’t seem to stop.

Lily set her tea down and pulled him into a tight hug. “Oh, darling, is that what all this was about? I thought —” She paused. “We told you that being a parseltongue is a wonderful gift. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

“But everyone thinks I told the snake to attack Justin! And Hermione and Ron said that it’s not a good thing, and —”

“Then your friends are wrong.”

“But what if I am a descendant of Slytherin?”

“Does it matter? Harry, a lot of people will try to tell you that blood matters, but it doesn’t. Hermione and Ron should know better. Hermione has already had people tell her that she isn’t a proper witch, because her parents aren’t wizards. When I was at Hogwarts, people told me the same thing. But you know what? I am a very talented witch.”

Harry laughed a little.

“And look at Sirius. His parents were like Salazar Slytherin, but you would never hear Sirius say anything about pure-bloods being better wizards, would you?”

“No.”

“And then there’s Uncle Remus. Do you think he is defined by his blood?”

“No, of course not.”

“So, even if you are a parseltongue because somewhere in your blood is a drop of Salazar Slytherin, it shouldn’t matter, right?”

“Right,” Harry agreed, because he knew she was right. But it didn’t make him feel any better. He still felt worried that he should have ended up in Slytherin, because the Sorting Hat knew. He was still upset that everyone thought he’d tried to hurt Justin, and he was scared people would think he was the Heir of Slytherin.

“Can I ask you a question, now?” Lily said.

“Okay.”

“Did something happen when you cast that Protection Charm today?”

“Oh. Sort of. I just thought I did it wrong.”

Lily laughed. “You said it wonderfully and clearly. I think if Draco Malfoy had actually cast Expelliarmus instead of Serpensortia, it would have worked just fine. But you looked a little ill.”

Harry finished his biscuit before answering. “I was remembering that time you and Dad dueled. And Dad used that spell.”

“I’m surprised you remember that. You were barely six.”

Harry nodded. “It’s the first time I really remember understanding why Remus was sick, and I think you and Dad were trying to cheer him up? ....But when I cast the spell, my head hurt, like… like that time I saw the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest.” He paused and stared into his cup of milk. “And I heard you casting it, and there was a flash of green light, and a scream, like in the dreams I had after I saw the unicorn.” He set the cup down. “I think the screaming was you. It sounded like you when I heard the Protection Charm in my head.”

Lily was very still while Harry spoke. When he finished, she wrapped her arms tightly around him. “You never told me you had nightmares.”

“They stopped after school ended last year. This was the first time I heard it again.” Harry leaned into his mother’s shoulder and just sat for a moment, enjoying being warm. And then suddenly — “Mum? Are you crying?”

Lily quickly let him go and wiped her eyes dry. She smiled, but she still looked so sad as she kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry. It’s very late, and I think I’m quite tired. Perhaps you should run off to bed. And dream of something pleasant.”

Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to leave just yet. He stayed seated, even when Lily pulled away to stand.

“Mum, why don’t you ever tell me when something’s wrong? I’m twelve now, not six.”

Lily gave him a very long, very sad look. Then she pulled him to his feet and hugged him tightly. His head almost reached her shoulder.

“You know when you were only a year old, how your father and I were hiding from Voldemort? And he found us, and tried to kill you.”

“And that’s how I got my scar.”

“Yes. I think your nightmares are a memory of that night.”

“But how would I remember that? I was only a baby.”

Lily let out a long, heavy sigh. “I don’t know, Harry. But I don’t think it’s very good for you to dwell on it. It’s in the past, and we’re all alright now.” She kissed his forehead. She didn’t have to lean down very far to do it. “Now, off to bed. You don’t want Percy to catch you out after hours.”

Harry laughed a little. He definitely didn’t want Percy to catch him after hours. Percy might take away all fifty points he’d earned in the last Quidditch game.

He left his mother’s office feeling a little better than when he’d left, and he fell asleep in his dormitory easily, full of warm milk and biscuits, and dreamed only of snakes playing in the grass outside his house.

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Dearest James,

Did you know Harry’s been having nightmares about the night Voldemort came to our house? And I don’t mean just scared of it happening, but actual memory nightmares. He told me tonight and it aligns perfectly with my memories of that night.

I immediately went to speak with Dumbledore about it, and he and I agreed there was likely a connection established between Harry and Voldemort that night. We’re both concerned that his resurgence of this nightmare means that the prophecy is not as completed as we had hoped.

Of course I haven’t said any of this to Harry. I don’t know if we should even tell Remus or Sirius just yet.

I know I’ll see you on Saturday, but I think we shouldn’t be talking about this where other students might hear. And don’t try to tell me students don’t sneak out on weekends when they don’t have permission. I know you and Sirius had an illegal butterbeer trade set up in your day.

Love always,

Lily

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Doe-est Lily,

I don’t really feel there’s any reason to believe the nightmares are a result of a current connection. Maybe before, but now he has the memory of the nightmare, so just because he has them doesn’t mean the connection is still there.

I understand wanting to wait until he’s older to tell him the prophecy, but I also don’t see the need. He’s completed it and faced You-Know-Who and defeated him. Of course I didn’t want it to happen when he was eleven, but shouldn’t we just be grateful it’s passed and he’s fine? I know you think it’s wishful thinking, but I want to believe it’s over. How many times does one man need to die to stay dead?

I’ll see you Saturday. Remus and Sirius are helping me pick out your Christmas present since you won’t tell me what you want. You can blame them if you don’t like it.

Love always, James

P.S. That butterbeer trade was purely rumor!

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November 3, 1981

Dear Sev,

Where are you? No one’s seen you since Halloween. The Dark Lord had his reasons for going after the Potters, but there are bigger things happening right now.

Bella hasn’t heard from The Dark Lord since then. We think those Aurors might have an idea what happened — the Longbottoms. They’re pure-bloods, but they’re so loyal to Dumbledore it’s painful. They were close to the Potters, from what we know, and since Pettigrew went and betrayed us all, we think they might know something.

You really ought to come interrogating with us. Rodolphus says you’ve got some Veritaserum left, right? It would be helpful and efficient, of course, as a last resort.

Sincerely, Barty

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Harry wanted to apologize to Justin. He wandered the halls, but saw no sign of him. Then he heard Ernie MacMillan say Justin was hiding out in the Hufflepuff Common Room, which irritated Harry. But what really upset him was when Ernie said to Hannah Abbott, “No one knows how he survived that attack by You-Know-Who. I mean to say, he was only a baby when it happened. Only a really powerful Dark wizard could have survived a curse like that. That’s probably why You-Know-Who wanted to kill him in the first place. Didn’t want another Dark Lord competing with him. I wonder what other powers Potter’s been hiding.”

Harry jumped on Ernie Macmillan, all fists and no wands. And he was lucky it was Hagrid who came to sort them out instead of Snape, or McGonagall, or Lily.

“What’s all this then?” Hagrid said as he pulled the two boys apart. “Ye can’t be fightin’ like this. I oughtta give the two of you detention.”

“Potter started it,” Ernie whined. “He’s the Heir of Slytherin and —”

“That’s a load o’ rubbish if I ever heard it.” It wasn’t much, but just hearing someone besides his mother deny it so confidently was comforting to Harry. “And I dun want ter hear yeh spreadin’ anymore rumors and lies about Harry here. Yeh understan’?”

“B-but he hit me,” Ernie said.

“An’ I’ll reprimand him for that in a moment. But righ’ now I’m tellin’ yeh, yer not to say anymore about Harry and this Heir of Slytherin business, alrigh’?”

Ernie nodded dumbly, and Hagrid took Harry’s shoulder and steered him down the hall.

“I’m sorry, Hagrid,” Harry said quietly. “Could you not tell my mum about this? Or Professor McGonagall?”

“Course I won’t tell,” Hagrid said. His voice was low — it was always low, but he was quieter now, like a distant rumble of thunder. “What class’ve ye got right now?”

“Transfiguration is next.”

“I’ll walk yeh there.”

“You don’t have to. I need to get my books from my dormitory anyway.”

“I dun mind. I was on my way ter see Professor Dumbledore anyhow.”

“What about?”

“Somethin’s been eatin’ my roosters. Gotta get permission for protection ‘round the coop.”

“That sounds important. You should take care of it. I’ll be fine on my way to the dormitory, and Ron and Hermione will be there.”

Hagrid let out a low grumble of protest. “Well, alrigh’ then, but don’t yeh go gettin’ into any fights now. I pulled yer Da’ and Sirius out of enough in their day, with each other more of’en than not. Don’t you go gettin’ into the same habits.”

This, of all things, made Harry smile. “I promise.”

He left Hagrid and started up to the Gryffindor Common Room. He didn’t make it very far.

He turned down a dark corridor, icy and drafty from an open window, and tripped over something in the floor. He squinted through the darkness, and realized it was Justin Finch-Fletchley, sprawled on the floor, stiff, frozen, petrified like Colin, like Mrs. Norris.

And, hovering nearby, was Nearly Headless Nick, black and smoky. Some sort of petrified version of a ghost.

Harry quickly scrambled to his feet, ready to run. No one had to know he found Justin. He could tell his mother or McGonagall what happened, they would come find Justin, and they would never say a word of him being there to anyone. He could even try to find Hagrid or Madam Pomfrey, anyone who would be able to help without telling everyone he’d been there.

But it was too late.

Peeves arrived, making his usual ruckus, and when he saw the scene before Harry, opened his mouth and screamed. “ATTACK! ATTACK! ANOTHER ATTACK! NO MORTAL OR GHOST IS SAFE! ATTACK! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!”

The corridor flooded with students. Ernie Macmillan saw Harry pressed against the wall and shouted, “Caught in the act!” and pointed dramatically, even though Hannah Abbott was pulling on his sleeve and trying to shush him. Harry thought if he had to stand there much longer, he might cry.

“That will do,” McGonagall said sternly as she swept through the crowd. “Everyone back to class, immediately!”

Nobody moved.

“I said return to class!” And raised her wand. There was a loud bang and the students scurried away, save three prefects and the Head Boy — the Hufflepuff boy he’d seen last night.

“I swear, I didn’t do it,” Harry tried.

McGonagall sighed heavily. “This is out of my hands, Potter.”

Someone put a hand on his shoulder, and he saw the Slytherin girl from his mother’s office standing beside him. She was wearing a Prefect badge he hadn’t noticed before. She smiled encouragingly at him. That gesture alone felt almost as good as when Hagrid had defended him.

“I can walk him to his class, Professor,” she said.

“No, thank you Miss Scrimgeour, but I’d prefer you fetch Madam Pomfrey for Mr. Finch-Fletchley. And Mr. Nott — See what you can do for Sir Nicholas.”

The Hufflepuff Head Boy nodded. “Of course, Professor.”

McGonagall took Harry’s shoulder and led him away, down two corridors and up a staircase to a large stone gargoyle Harry recognized from his first year.

“Lemon Drop,” McGonagall said, and the statue stepped aside. The wall split in two, revealing a spiral staircase, and Harry, very reluctantly, took the steps up to Dumbledore’s office.

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If you don't mind I would really like a newtxreader where the reader is a really short(5') sytherin who stood up to bullies for newt even though she's really insecure for newts feelings for her. Really fluffy and sweet with some of newts children (fantastic beasts). I understand if you don't have time or you don't like the prompt but I'd really appreciate a pick me up. Thank you so much for your time I think your a fantastic writer.

Newt Scamander X Reader – An Unlikely Friend

A/N – Sorry this took so long, major block. Also, since we’re in troubling times right now hopefully this will help people cheer up a bit ; )

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

@nadinedimples

“-and that’s how we brew a Confusing Concoction.” Professor Spraydel, a greying lady with more hair than she could contain, concluded after a brief introduction to the lesson. “Now, everyone into pairs please, you’ll be working together to make the potion. Mr Scamander, I’m afraid we have an odd number in class today so you’re with me dear.”

The class snickered as Newt sloped to the front of the class; this was a weekly occurrence since the class was always an uneven number yet Professor Spraydel always presented it like it was something new.

You glanced at the empty seat next to you where Olive Perplinski usually sat. Apparently, she was still in the hospital wing after being incorrectly hexed during the previous Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson; the spell had been mispronounced, resulting in toxic purple smoke escaping Olive’s mouth whenever she spoke.

You raised your hand, “Excuse me Professor, Olive hasn’t come back from the hospital wing yet.”

“Oh.” Professor Spraydel perked up, eagerly taking the opportunity to put Newt with somebody his own age. “In that case, Mr Scamander will pair up with you for today. Go on now dear,” she ushered him to the back of the class, “that’s it.”

Somehow, Newt looked even more embarrassed to be working with another student rather than the teacher. You wondered momentarily whether it was because the two of you were the only Slytherin/ Hufflepuff pairing or if he was just afraid of you like he was the other students.

“Now everyone, you have 45 minutes to complete the concoctions and five minutes to test them at the end; antidotes will be provided afterwards. Begin.”

“Hi.” You said over various sounds of bubbling cauldrons, chopping boards, and clinking vials.

Newt hunched over his potions book, hiding his face with a mumbled, “Hello,” back.

“I’m (Y/N).” You continued, undiscouraged by his shy nature.

“Yes, I k-know.”

You smiled empathetically. If you had been as ostracised as Newt had been during his time at Hogwarts, you would have probably acted the same way. You’d often observed Newt from afar during the years because Slytherin and Hufflepuff were usually put together for shared classes; it gave you time to admire his gentle manner and patience, even if he tended to get a little distracted. You also appreciated that he never fought or snapped back when bullied, which was the majority of the time, nor did he become bitter as some others may have done; it complimented his shy nature.

In the past, you’d desired the opportunity to speak with Newt and extend your hand in friendship but on the few occasions that you’d attempted to he was nowhere to be found; today’s potion lesson would be your first real chance.

“So, I think if we start with dried sage-” You picked the wrong ingredient on purpose, hoping that it would help bring him out of his shell.

“(Y/N), NO!” He grabbed your wrist from the cauldron which was bubbling away with pre-gathered blob fish mucus.

“Something wrong?”

“It’ll uh- It’ll explode.”

“Oh? Well, I best put this down then. Alright, where do we start?”

“It um- it’s actually dried rosemary so uh, you weren’t far off.”

“Right, I’ll chop that up and you can tell me what I need to get next.” You placed him in charge of the situation, deciding to take over if he got too anxious later on.

“Um I- I d-don’t think that’s a good i-idea.”

“Nonsense, if it weren’t for you, this pot would be up in smoke. So, I’ll get to chopping.”

With ten minutes to spare, the two of you had what looked to be an exquisite potion and as suspected, once Newt new what he was talking about in regards to the concoction, he had become much more confident, talking more to himself than you; you didn’t mind, so long as he wasn’t distressed.

“You did great Newt.” You praised excitedly, “You ever thought of being a potioneer?”

Newt blinked rapidly, taken aback by the comment, then once again bent over pages of his notebook, clamming up completely.

“Awh, don’t tell me you’re shy now, seriously, I think ours may be the best in the class and-”

“Can you just stop?” Newt murmured shakily.

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t have to pretend to be my friend anymore, the lesson’s almost over.”

A stray tear escaped him, you looked around to see that nobody was watching, leaning against the book to shield him from view in case he should cry some more. “Hey, it’s okay, I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just… I thought we were doing really well together and you’re real’ nice so-”

“That’s enough.” He whispered more harshly this time, a finality to his voice. “It’s bad enough that people hate me, I don’t need you setting up some elaborately cruel prank and pretending to like me to make it hurt more.”

“Newt, I didn’t- That’s not-”

“Ooh, this looks promising.” Professor Spraydel interrupted, cutting you off.

You didn’t get a chance to explain to Newt, he hurtled out the classroom as soon as the class was dismissed.

“Oy (Y/N).” Michael Bowspark called over. “Pity you had to work with such a freak innit.”

The group around him howled madly with laughter, clearly waiting for you to join in. You bristled, and yelled, “SHUT UP MICHAEL.”

You ran out in search of Newt, leaving the group in stunned silence for a few seconds before more raucous laughter followed you out.

In the following weeks, Newt avoided you completely, even in lessons. It wasn’t like before though because snapping at Michael lost you the few friends you had within your own house. Although you knew it meant they weren’t real friends and you should be glad to be rid of them, you’d never felt so utterly alone; Olive only stayed with you for lessons because she had to.

Unbeknownst to you, Newt kept an eye out, waiting to see how long it would take for you to admit the game was over and regroup with your friends; as each day dwindled on, it became less and less likely that you would, and more obvious that this may not be a game or trick of some form. Still, he kept his defences up, staying away from you just in case, disappearing as he always had after lessons in case you got the urge to search for him.

You gave up hope of companionship for a while after a nasty argument in the common room. Various snippets of unimportant conversation surrounded you as you trudged flights of complicated moving staircases to the library where you hoped you’d find peace.

“-and the nurse couldn’t fix her boils-”

“-It’s true, the slugs really ate my herbology homework-”

“-So, I can’t go home for Christmas now cos’ me pa hates muggles-”

“-P-p-please, let me -d-down-”

You came to a halt, searching for the source of the last voice which was unmistakably Newt’s terrified squeak. It didn’t take long as a small crowd gathered at an unmoving area of the staircase where a lanky, sneering Ravenclaw girl had just begun levitating Newt for all to see; she was flanked by two burly Gryffindors, who you supposed were her bodyguards. Without hesitating, you ran up the last few steps, pushing forcefully to the front of the crowd.

“What’s your bets lads?” The girl jeered through her incredibly nasally voice. “How many spins before he vomits?”

You stood behind the taller, more built guy, though it was hard to call him a guy as opposed to a walking slab of beef with a face. Despite the fact that he was leagues taller than you, as most people were, you reached up, yanking his hair back sharply and pulling him closer to your level. He screamed in agony, turning everyone’s attention to you. The Ravenclaw turned to you, casually slinging her wand over her shoulder, keeping Newt suspended as he watched with streaming, embarrassed tears.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The Ravenclaw demanded casually.

“YOU. PUT. HIM. DOWN. RIGHT. NOW.” You spoke through gritted teeth, unable to contain your seething fury.

“I think you’ll find that I have extra muscle.”

“YEAH? WELL, I THINK YOU’LL FIND THAT I’D ONLY HAVE TO SMASH THIS IDIOT’S FACE ONCE AGAINST THIS FLOOR TO BREAK HIS NOSE, AND HOW WOULD YOU EXPLAIN THAT?”

The girl’s lip curled, making her face look more like that of a rat’s, “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.” You raised the boy’s head slightly, showing your full intention and capability.

“Urgh, fine.” She huffed, lowering Newt slowly to the floor, where he scrambled up, getting behind you for further protection. “It’s not like he was much fun anyway, come on boys.” She parted the crowd, who were dispersing at your savage gaze as fast as they could manage to get a staircase.

“You alright?” Your tone took a worried edge on as you turned to Newt, craning your neck to face him properly.

He was wiping his tears away whilst staring at you in disbelief, constantly wondering how something so small could be such a threat, “Y-you were r-really going to h-hurt him.”

“Actually, he was really heavy, I doubt I could’ve done much.”

“T-then how-”

“You make a scary face and keep a confident voice, it’ll fool most people. Though, come to think of it, you should learn some defence spells or something, then you’d be okay.”

“I k-know the spells, I just d-d-don’t like to use t-them.”

You exhaled tiredly, leaning your head against the wall to laugh almost silently. Newt watched as if you’d gone mad.

“(Y/N)? Are you a-alright? If you need h-help-”

You waved his offer away weakly, gasping for air between more desperate giggles, “You’re- really- something- Can’t- believe- you- know- how- but-”

Newt caught your drift, laughing a little himself, though often checking to see that you were okay for him to join in.

When you finally regained control, you asked in all seriousness, “What were they even doing it for?”

“I uh- I wouldn’t tell them where I go after classes, they thought it would be a good place to bunk off lessons.”

“Ahh, your super, secret hiding place, got’cha.”

“Y-Yes quite. Um, actually, (Y/N), I’m afraid I o-owe you a bit of an apology about that p-potions lesson.”

“Forget it.” You smiled, relaxed.

Newt tensed up, stating formally, “I will do no such thing. You were being polite and I made a rather rude assumption against your good name. I swear, I’ll not rest until I make it up to you.”

“Oh yeah? And how’re you gonna do that?”

“I’ll… I’ll…” He paused, the sudden bravado disappearing as quickly as it had come until he looked a little hopeful, “Do um, do you like magical creatures?”

You chuckled quizzically, “Sure, I think they’re unique.”

“Then I’ll… I’ll show you my hiding place, come on.”

He walked past you, gesturing for you to follow down the many steps you’d just travelled up. You followed eagerly, curious to see how the magical creatures and his secret place interlinked.

To say you were out of breath was an understatement. You were used to long walks through the Hogwarts grounds but you didn’t usually have to trek through the thick wood of the Forbidden Forest in full uniform. At first sight of the forest you had been hesitant to proceed, knowing of some of the dangerous creatures that lurked within but at Newt’s first real smile at you, you knew that it would be okay somehow, like he knew what lay ahead.

After trekking further on, until you could only see the towers of Hogwarts above the treeline, Newt stopped in front of a large thorn bush. He pushed a few of the branches aside, leaving a small opening for you to enter. You looked from the opening to Newt, seeing how it was too small for any person.

“Don’t worry, it’s safe, I promise.” He reassured you, nodding back at the gap.

You sighed, hunching up as small as you could to avoid the thorns but you quickly realised that each one you hit turned to smoke then rematerialized as though it had never been touched.

“It’s just an illusion.” Newt explained, following you in and putting the real thorn branches back where they belonged.

You came to the end of the illusion tunnel until you were in a rounded hut, made entirely of weaved willow. Piles of cushions and muddy blankets covered the floor, acting like a thin carpet, and animals the likes of which you’d never seen had nests and sets in various spots of the room.

You were awe-struck as you watched a small, green, leaf-like creature climb up Newt’s trouser leg.

Newt looked down, “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him, this is just Pickett, he has some attachment issues.”

“And Pickett is a…?”

“A Bowtruckle. He was my first rescue, it seems his family tree suffered lightning damage but he was the only one who stayed to protect it, I imagine that’s why he has issues with others of his kind.”

The confidence faded from Newt’s voice momentarily as he gazed at you apprehensively, “Do you… do you like him?”

By now Pickett had stubbornly made his way up to the crook of Newt’s elbow, you bent down to the creature’s level, “Hello Pickett, it’s very nice to meet you.”

Pickett paused, not used to being addressed by anyone other than Newt. He turned to glare at you, sticking his tongue out in obvious disdain.

“Now Pickett,” Newt reprimanded, “that’s not how we treat guests, be nice to (Y/N), (s)he was nice to me.”

Pickett ignored the request and continued his climb.

You were about to speak again but you were interrupted by a mournful warbling, you felt the sudden urge to cry at the terrible sound, like something dreadful had just happened but you couldn’t remember what.

Newt bent to see four small, murky green chicks, residing on a bright yellow pillow, “Ahh, Audrey, now is not the time for that, see, your sisters are being nice and quiet, aren’t they?”

“What’s wrong with her?” You asked sadly. “Is she sick?”

“No, Augurey’s simply chirp when it’s about to rain but she tends to do so at any given time, it’s why she can’t be reintroduced with the others when they grow a little more.”

You raised your eyebrows at his use of the word chirp, “So she doesn’t get the weather right, how come that means she can’t go back out there?”

“Augurey’s only fly in the rain, and since Audrey can’t get it right it would make her survival increasingly difficult.”

You nodded, feeling a little better now that the wailing had stopped. “So this place, you made it?”

“With magic.”

“And you rescue animals?”

“Yes, I want them to be understood as something more than potion parts… I-is that okay?”

You looked back to Newt, who was towering nervously nearby, much closer than he was before, “Just tell me one more thing.”

Newt gulped apprehensively, waiting for you to run out and tell the headmaster.

“How can I help?”

“W-what?”

“This is a great cause.” You stopped to admire a fairy that had just appeared in front of you. “I want to be part of it.”

Newt’s heart skipped a beat at your apparent enthusiasm, “F-forgive me for saying it but… I’ve never met a… a Slytherin like you.”

You smiled, shaking your head slightly, “Yeah well… we’re not as bad as you’d think. So, can I help then? Am I in?”

“Y-yes, of course. C-come on, I’ll t-teach you about kneazles.”

You moved to a small pile of books, kept safely behind a fireguard away from the creatures. Throughout the remainder of the day, Newt taught you all about the creature’s he kept, pointing out why he kept them and why the needed him. Even though it was a lot to take in, you felt confident that with Newt to teach you, you’d be able to remember it all in no time.

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