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Lost one (Newt Scamander x reader) Pt.7

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WARNING: Injury, scars, mentions of abuse

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(I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER)





(Y/N) and Vanessa didn’t even bother talking to anyone. Didn’t try to seek out their friends, or even leave the other persons side. They took turns sleeping in the other persons dorm room. There was an air of anxious tenseness around them, and it was worrying to say the least. They never strayed far from each other, almost to an unhealthy degree. They were waiting though. Waiting for a howler, or a letter, or something. It was tense and frustrating, and (Y/N) was constantly aware of the tears threatening to fall from her dull eyes. The scratch from her fall a few weeks before was starting to heal, but she still needed a bandage unless she wanted to make a trip to the infirmary, which was the last thing she wanted to do. She just had to wait. She just had to bide her time until she got that letter, or that howler. She just had to wait.

Leta Lestrange however, was fed up with waiting. She was fed up with trying to find (Y/N), and she was fed up of feeling like she didn’t want to be found. So, she finally gave up, exclaiming rather loudly to Newt in the hallway, that if she didn’t want to be found, then she wasn’t going to find her. This was terrible to Newt, who was very hurt by (Y/N)'s lack of effort to find them. He missed her, and no amount of complaining or frustration was going to change that, he knew. So, he continued to keep Leta in his company, but was always scanning crowds for (Y/N), or even Vanessa, when she wasn’t looking at him. As the time went however, his eyes began to find themselves stuck to Leta rather than the crowds. Over time his feelings for her had grown, and he began unintentionally showing them more often.

He would carry her books, and let her copy his work if she needed it. He did anything and everything for her. To everyone around them, it was clear why. Seemingly everyone knew, everyone except Leta that is. For the most part, she seemed blissfully unaware, although if anyone were closer to her they might have realized the tendency for brushing things off that she had acquired. When he would look down at her- having grown very tall during the summer -to say something meaningful, she would look away or change the subject. Newt was crestfallen at this, but pretended not to notice, while Leta pretended not to notice his attempts at being affectionate.

While this went on, Vanessa and (Y/N)’s relationship grew almost unhealthy. They were spending too much time together, and they both knew it. Their mothers abuse was changing them, and they could do nothing to stop it. Nothing on their own anyway. (Y/N) felt strangely smothered by Vanessa, and she was sure that Vanessa felt the same way. The fact was that they were too frightened and protective of one another to leave each others side. They knew their mother wasn’t here- she hadn’t even bothered to send a howler. However, they couldn’t seem to let each other go for long, and their friends drifted from them because of it. They became quieter, which for Vanessa was entirely out of character.

Luckily however, (Y/N) happened upon Newt when they were both alone.

The day after Christmas, Vanessa had decided to sleep in, and (Y/N), most likely because almost no one was at school at the time, decided that she was comfortable walking around the school. Newt, deciding that he had enough of his family as of late, stayed home for Christmas. Leta, though she didn’t like her family much either, went home for the holidays. Newt had gone outside to get some fresh air, choosing to believe that his family was missing him, or they simply forgot to write to him. While walking out, he noticed a girl from the corner of his eye. He paid no mind, seeing as they were the only two people walking so early in the snow. As his troubled mind wandered however, he found himself thinking of an old friend, someone he hadn’t seen in quite some time. Oddly enough, he found himself looking at the person a few feet away, both of them still walking.

She had her head down, (h/c) hair covering the side of her face. Her winter robes were wrapped around her, but not tied closed. It was like she didn’t care about the cold, like she had more pressing matters. As he walked though, he noticed more things about her. She slouched slightly, and it made him imagine a frown on her face. Without thinking, and because the silence was peaceful but deafening, he veered to her, still walking. “A-Are… are you okay?” He stuttered, as if suddenly remembering his shyness.

The girl jumped, stopped walking and looked at him. His eyes widened as a small gasp left his throat. It was her. It was (Y/N) (l/n). His supposed ‘best friend’. He didn’t know how to feel. At the moment though, all he could process was surprise. For one thing, her hair was longer. Rather than bouncing on her shoulders it flowed past them, stoping a few inches once they did. Her grey eyes seemed washed out, almost like she had been crying. Her posture was worse, and it seemed while he grew taller, she stayed relatively the same (At least in his perspective). While last year he was taller by an inch- two if he were wearing his own shoes -now he towered a head taller than her. As for (Y/N), she was surprised she recognized his voice. It had changed significantly over the course of the summer and (Y/N) was sure she wouldn’t have recognized him had they not been alone with no other noises besides the wind and the crunching of snow beneath their feet. He was a head taller than her- judging by the direction his voice was coming from. There was a deafening silence.

“…(Y/N)?” He finally said. She swallowed.

“N-Newt…h-how are you?” She said, nervously. He raised a hurt eyebrow, wondering why she was so nervous. No. Not just nervous- she was down right frightened, it seemed. He cleared his throat. “A-Are…are you okay?” He asked, almost hesitantly. She took a moment to nod. “Fine.” She said quietly. Awkwardly, they stood in silence. After a while of Newt looking her up and down, and (Y/N) pretending not to notice the feeling of his eyes on her, he reached out and unexpectedly grabbed her arm. She winced, despite his gentle touch, yanking her arm back and surprising him.

“D-Don’t touch me.” She said, holding her wrist in her other hand. The sleeve of her robe fell down slightly, and a clean bandage was revealed. Newt’s eyes widened. “What…is that?” He asked, suddenly serious. She stood still for a long time, until her expression turned to one of fear and she tugged her sleeve back up. “It’s nothing. You don’t need to worry about it.” She said. He took a step forward, worry and seriousness dripping from his words. “(Y/N). I am worried- just let me see-“

“Why should I!?” She yelled suddenly, making him flinch. “It’s not like you care!” She snapped. He felt his heart ache as he took an involuntary step back. “What do you mean?” He asked, trying not to sound as hurt as he felt. She glared in his direction, grey, washed out eyes reminding him suddenly of an animal. “You didn’t look for me! I spent nearly all this year with Vanessa- and no one cared! Not you- not Leta!” She yelled. He glared back. “Well it’s not like you came looking for us!” He yelled back. (Y/N) screwed her eyes shut and clenched her fists. “Did you ever think it was because I was waiting for you!?” She yelled. He opened his mouth to snap back at her once again, before he spotted the tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. Yes. An animal. She reminded him of an animal that had been hurt badly, snapping and growling at anyone or anything that got too close. Someone had hurt her, and he had gotten much too close.

His glare softened into a worried look. He sighed softly. (Y/N) heard the sigh, and heard the crunching of snow as he walked, and for a split second she thought he was leaving- before she felt gentle arms wrap around her delicately. She stiffened in his hold. Some time passed. They stood in silence. “(Y/N)… I’m sorry, okay? But I- we both thought you’d come to us.” He said, pulling away. “I was worried about you for a long time. I still am, really.” He said, muttering the last bit. (Y/N) hung her head to hide the tears beginning to stream down her face. “I…” She trailed off. “I’m always going to care about you (Y/N).” He said, suddenly. Delicately, as if she might break, he took her left arm and pushed the sleeve back down, revealing a clean bandage starting at her wrist and ending just above her elbow. “Please… tell me what happened.” He said. There was worry in his tone. He wasn’t demanding to see what was wrong- he only wanted to know because he genuinely cared.

(Y/N), still looking down, muttered something. “(Y/N)…?” He asked quietly. She sniffed. “My mother… I tripped and cut myself on a vase…she hurt me for it. T-The vase…it left a scar on my arm- I didn’t want anyone to see it…” She muttered. His eyes widened. Her mother… hurt her? Suddenly, everything feel into place. She hadn’t spoken hardly a word all year because she was scared- the same reason she and Vanessa never left each others sides. She left a bandage on a scar because it was a constant reminder of the first time her mother hit her. Newt felt a strange mixture of anger and disgust boiling in his stomach. He didn’t know if he wanted to scream or throw up- maybe both. He was caught up in his shocked thoughts until he heard a sob from the girl in front of him. He looked up just in time to see her lift her head- tears spilling from her eyes and down her cheeks -and tackle him into a hug.

He stumbled for a moment- only a moment -before hugging her back immediately. For anyone who knew Newton Scamander, that was a feat to behold. He was always hesitant, in everything he did. It was a natural pause to make sure he wouldn’t mess something up. This time though, it was almost instinctual to hug her right back as she cried into his chest. After a while, she calmed down, and the silence resumed. They didn’t let go of each other. It was clear for both of them that they didn’t want this moment to end. “D-Do you…would you like t-to accompany me to the lake?” Newt asked, shyness returning- something that usually didn’t show it’s face when (Y/N) was around. She pulled away just enough to wipe her face with her arm. She smiled a small smile up at him. That smile reminded him of a miracle. It looked at if she hadn’t smiled all year until this very moment, and he was overjoyed at the idea that he made it happen.

“S-Sure.” She sniffed.

(Later…)

Vanessa walked in a quick and steady pace through Hogwarts, looking frantically for her sister. She was aware of her love for silent walks, but she had expected her to return by this time. She nearly tripped over a bush in her rush, just as she heard the faintest of giggling. She recognized the voice. It couldn’t be though, could it? Certainly nothing could get her sister to laugh when she had been trying all year! She stealthily peeked through the bushes, and her eyes widened at the sight before her. Newt Scamander and (Y/N) (l/n), sitting on a log near the lake, Newt with a strange green creature standing on his finger, and (Y/N) smiling excitedly as it seemed to be examining her.

“I sort of…snuck him from care of magical creatures? His name is Pickett.” Vanessa heard him say. She heard (Y/N) giggle again, a melodic sound by this time, having not heard it in so long. The sound made her smile. “Hello Pickett. I’m (Y/N).” She introduced. The small thing glanced her up and down, almost suspiciously, before placing one of t’s leaf-like hands on her nose hesitantly. She giggled, her eyes lighting up, the way they used to. They way that made the small specks of (e/c) in her eyes more prominent. “He feels all tickle-y!” (Y/N) exclaimed. She sounded like a muggle born first year, playing with a unicorn filly. Vanessa smiled wide. She was happy. Finally, she was happy again. “What is he?” (Y/N) asked, completely engrossed in the topic. Vanessa gave one last smile, and left quietly just as she heard ‘Bowtruckle’ from Newts mouth. She had an odd feeling that Newt would take care of (Y/N) from now on. Maybe it was how happy (Y/N) was, although it might have been the way he looked at her. The same way a man would look at his wife- Vanessa giggled like a schoolgirl at the though. Perhaps she was over exaggerating a bit, but Vanessa felt that the relationship between her sister and Newt Scamander could turn out to be a rare purity in this world- like a candle in a dark room, reminding people that happiness can be found if you look hard enough. She knew it was their decision.

Although, she wouldn't be opposed to being her little sisters bridesmaid.
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Shanmalon's avatar
I was so late D;
Anyways, this is magnificent!! I can't wait to see how the story progresses~