Newt Artemis Fido Scamander

Author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them & A Childrens Anthology of Monsters. 

Warning; Angsty as shit.

You sat next to Newt on the cold ground and crossed your arms trying to hold in some warmth. He sat there, watching the sky, you could see his breath but he seemed unfazed by the cold. You watched him, his wild hair would brush against his face with every small gust of wind, hiding his blue eyes but when the wind would settle they would appear again, looking sadder than before.

You had no words that would make him feel better so you said nothing. Sometimes it was best to let him work things out himself but you knew having someone there was better than being alone, so you sat, and held his hand, feeling so useless.

“He was a real ass, you know. He constantly said my career was pointless and that I should do something with my life. He wanted me to be a war hero like him, but I guess I just was never that brave. I wasn’t a Gryffindor like him, after all.” Newt clenched his fist, but he wasn’t angry.

“Newt, you-“

“But he was always the first to suggest names for the new creatures I brought home to show them. And he was the one who helped me hide the cats and snakes and owls I would bring home. And when our parents caught me with them, he would try to take the blame, but our parents knew it was me and he would just get in trouble for lying.” Newt chuckled, his fist getting less tense.

“He gave me my suitcase, you know” He finally looked at you and you could finally see how hurt he was. His eyes were shinning with tears he refused to let fall. He was trying so hard not to cry. “Yeah, it was right after I got expelled. My parents were furious, so I hid away in my room, so alone. But one day he came in, holding this new suitcase. I guess he never believed it was me, he was the only one, besides Dumbledore. My parents entertained the idea, they didn’t want their child to almost kill a student but they knew it wasn’t passed my creatures. My father never saw how harmless they were. My mom understood most of them, but not all.”

“I think he wanted me to use it for more practical things, but by then he was used to me disappointing him, I suppose. You should have seen his face when I was placed in Hufflepuff.” And that’s when his grin fell, and you could see his whole body start to tense now. You squeezed his hand a little tighter, hoping to relieve some of his pain.

“I feel like I’ve really disappointed him. That he died thinking I was never going to do anything with my life, that my book is just a fantasy. That my creatures are dangerous and eventually going to end up really hurting me. That he died wishing he had a different brother.” His voice cracked and the tears started pouring out of his eyes. Your heart ached for him.

“I feel like I’ve disappointed everybody.” He paused. “Do you ever get that feeling?” 

He looked deep into your eyes for answers. Answers you would never be able to answer, answers only his brother, Theseus, could answer, answers he would now have to find himself.

So you didn’t answer him, you just reached behind you and pulled a small worn out, leather book out of you bag. It was ripped at the edges and many of the pages were dog eared. Some pages had book marks in them and some had been ripped out and placed back in. But it was a beautiful book, your favorite book. And you placed it in his hands.

“Make him proud, Newt.”

FOR THE RECORD; there is NO ONE who wants Newt and Theseus to have a healthy, loving relationship more than me. And I would also like to believe that Theseus is still alive with Newt in 2017, and theyre just sitting in rocking chairs in the newtcase, drinking hot coco, being happy as shit. SO IM SORRY. 

January 12th 2017   164 notes