#Fantastic Beasts fanfic

[amethystandemma]

Baby Newtangeline angst

Tagging @light-of-the-room, @rypnami, @butternutt613, and @ravenwind-75

I lowkey kinda lost motivation to write this, but I finished it. I think it turned out okay.

Neither Evangeline Sallow or Newt Scamander expected to see their Transfiguration Professor, Albus Dumbledore, standing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Especially considering Evangeline had seen her father, the regular professor, just that morning.

“Professor Dumbledore?” Newt asked.

Dumbledore smiled at Newt. “Mr. Scamander, good to see you!” He simply nodded at Evangeline in greeting. “Professor Sallow had to step out on some urgent business. I’ll be teaching your lesson today.”

“What kind of urgent business?” Eva asked.

“He didn’t say. Sit down please.”

Evangeline bit her lip to prevent herself from saying something disrespectful to her teacher. Even though she really, really wanted to.

Other students started filing in, a few of them taking a double take when they saw Dumbledore. Most of them didn’t seem to notice.

Newt sat next to Evangeline towards the front of the classroom, reaching for her hand. He squeezed it gently when he took it and kissed her forehead when she rested her head on his shoulder.

After a few minutes, Dumbledore went to the front of the class and cleared his throat. 

“Right.” He glanced down at the lesson plans on the desk before shaking his head, moving the papers to the side. “Today, we’re going to be doing something different. In that closet over there is a certain magical creature that thrives in dark spaces. Anyone have any guesses on what it could possibly be?”

Newt’s hand shot up before anyone else’s, followed by Evangeline’s. Dumbledore nodded at him.

“A boggart?”

Dumbledore smiled. “That is correct Mr. Scamander. Ten points to Gr-Hufflepuff.”

Carter Williams cheered from the back of the classroom. Newt’s face flushed slightly red.

“Everyone line up. Single file please.”

As the class lined up, Newt and Evangeline found themselves at the front of everyone else. He placed a hand on her shoulder and stepped forward, standing in front of the closet.

There was a loud whirring sound when it opened, and a desk and chair materialized in front of him.

“That’s… an unusual one,” Dumbledore commented. “So. Mr. Scamander fears what more than anything else in the world?”

Newt bit his lip. “H-having to work in an office, sir.”

A couple of their classmates laughed. Even Dumbledore smiled. Eva stayed silent, her hands begging to sweat. 

“Go ahead Newt.”

Newt raised his wand at the desk. “Riddikulus.”

The desk changed into the form of a dragon. Some of the students clapped and cheered. 

“Good job,” Dumbledore said. He turned to Evangeline, squeezing her arm and bringing her forward. “It’s only a boggart Evangeline. It can’t hurt you.”

Professor Dumbledore led Evangeline past Newt and placed her in front of the dragon desk. The students in line quieted, curious to see what “The Ice Queen’s” boggart would be.

The dragon shifted with a loud crack. 

There, on the floor, was the body of Sebastian Sallow.

Evangeline raised her wand with a shaky hand. “R-Riddikulus.”

There was another crack, and the body changed to Althea Sallow.

“R-Riddikulus!”

Crack. 

Newt Scamander laid on the floor, his open eyes glazed over. He was dead.

A couple of the students snickered. 

Evangeline took one last look at the body and turned to run out of the classroom, more laughter following her.

Newt didn’t even wait for Dumbledore’s permission before sprinting after her.

She was nowhere in sight when he got out to the hall, so he mentally ran down the list of all of her hiding spots. Her mother’s office in the Charm’s classroom was the closest, so he decided to start there. 

He ran up the stairs two at a time, refusing to slow down even when other students were in the way. He didn’t stop until he reached the locked doors of the classroom.

Not even waiting to catch his breath, Newt ran down the stairs he just ran up, his robes floating behind him. It was too cold for her to jump into the fountain in the Transfiguration courtyard, and too far to get to the Hufflepuff Common room. That left one other option nearby.

Newt sprinted back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and went down the stairs closer to it, stopping in front of a strange looking clock with golden gears and stars on it. He held out his wand, and the clock opened.

Evangeline sat in the middle of the Undercroft under a pile of blankets, her body shaking with sobs. 

He slowly walked over to her and knelt down by the blankets. As if afraid to hurt her, he gently raised his hand and brushed a pink strand out of her face.

“Would you like to talk about it?” Newt asked softly.

Evangeline crawled closer to him and rested her head on his chest. After a second, she shook her head.

“That’s okay,” said Newt quietly, running a hand through her long pink hair. “I’ll be here either way.”

[uefb]

A fic excerpt from 1914, half a year after Newt’s expulsion (ages 17 and 25)

I’ve spent my free time over the past month writing Theseus and Newt between 1897 and 1919, and oh my goodness did their relationship evolution give me fits 😅 35k words later and I’m almost ready to post it! But I must get closer to turning in my dissertation chapter drafts first or I will be thoroughly reprimanded/have a mental breakdown and my soft little heart can’t handle that rn lmao)

[freedomforthewin]

Baby Juliet and Newt’s Coat

(Oneshot in The Chosen Ones series)

Baby Juliet loved fabric and soft textures. When her Uncle Newt carried her, she liked to touch the blue coat he was wearing and feel the fabric.

One day, Newt came home after getting groceries, greeted Theseus and the babies, who were all playing in the living room, hung his blue coat on the back of the couch, and went to the kitchen to put the groceries away. Theseus picked up Judette, who was sitting closest to him, and took her to the high chair in the kitchen.

When Newt and Theseus weren’t looking, Juliet went to the back of the couch and tugged on Newt’s coat till it fell on top of her. The brothers heard the noise and turned around to see Newt’s coat on the floor. Newt told Theseus he’d take care of it and went to the living room as Theseus continued to get Judette settled in the high chair. Newt came closer to the fallen overcoat and saw a little lump moving underneath it. He lifted the part of the coat that was covering the moving lump and saw his one-year-old niece looking down, her tiny hands holding the part of his coat that was in her lap. The little head of black curls looked up, a curious expression on the baby’s tan face. When she saw it was Newt, she smiled happily. Newt smiled back at her and shook his head, amused. Then Juliet turned her attention back to the overcoat, continuing to feel it. Newt turned to call Theseus over, but Theseus was already on his way.

“Is Juliet okay?” Theseus asked.

“Yeah, she’s fine,” Newt said amusedly.

Theseus looked over at his content baby and sighed, smiling at the scene.

“She really likes your coat.”

“She does.”

“To be fair, it is a really nice coat.”

“Yeah,” Newt laughed.

Theseus gently picked up Juliet to take her to her high chair.

“Come on, Jules. It’s time to eat,” he said lightly.

As Theseus carried her to the kitchen, Newt took out his wand and pointed it at at his coat, cast a duplication spell on it, and shrunk it till it was about Juliet’s size. Then he thought for a moment and decided to duplicate the baby-sized coat and give the second one to Judette.

As the fathers were feeding their daughters, Newt told Theseus what he did and asked if he could give Juliet one of the little coats. Theseus agreed, thinking that she would be really happy. So after the babies were fed, Newt presented one of the baby coats to Juliet. When she realized it was for her, she cooed happily.

Newt took Juliet’s sweater off and then helped her into the coat. She looked down at the coat and felt it. Then she looked up at Newt and smiled happily. He smiled back at her and then at Theseus, who thanked him for giving her the gift.

Then Newt looked at Judette. “I didn’t forget about you, little one,” he said softly, and he showed her her coat.

The Scamander brothers looked on fondly at their little loves in their overcoats.

[afrenchaugurey]

Chapter 3 of Weaves a Bower in Endless Night is posted.

Summary : Newt experiences a difficult moment before joining the party.

(This chapter is basically a hard moment, at the edge of an autistic meltdown. It is skippable for the plot but it felt it wanted to be written, and who am I to refuse? 🤷)

The introduction scene :

Newt stood in front of the kitchen’s sink, his eyes lost in a haze even thicker than the city’s pea-supper, just as dizzying and dangerous. Magic from his roaring insides, magic from the house, prickled on each side of his skin. It stung, bit, tried to channel by any means, to join, collected in a hurricane under his skull. He felt shaken like a dusty rug, from which particles of pure energy would pop, instead of the soot and dirt. 

Scythed by vertigo, he let go of his wand. It fell on the ground and bounced on the tiled floor. To his sensitized ears, the thuds hit worse than the roaring sea crashing on the Dorset’s cliffs during a winter storm, tore his tympanums, painful, giddying. 

All his body tensed and began to wave, a hum emerging from his throat independently from his will, as if he had become a chanting bowl, the singing wind in his own tempest. While his fingers flexed around the ceramic, Newt closed his eyes, feeling the crisis’s aura come, and he tried to pull himself together. He tried hard .

Just a few more hours and they would be back home. With Tina, with their beasts, he would be allowed to relax, to remove the too-oppressing costume he had to wear –more often than not– in society.

Out of habit, he summoned one of the water drops that still danced in the adjacent room. The ball came to him in a zig-zag, uncertain, like an inebriated man. In accordance with his childhood memories, at the contact of his fingers, the bubble popped and delivered a myriad of foaming particles, shining with bioluminescence. Newt washed his hands with that enchanted soap, took more time than necessary, breathed. The repetitive motions, the gliding of one palm over another, lulled him, helped him to contain the sensations and the magic that attempted to escape. Enclosed in this pattern, he felt like he was free again. 

Above him, the ceiling began to twirl, mirroring the water in the siphon, gleaming like a river of diamonds. 

Soon, it became a typhoon, a tempest above him, a spiral ready to swallow all of his being into the depths. He wondered if it was charmed to be enthralling and beautiful (it was), or a reflexion of the occupants’ thoughts. Because, for now, these thoughts lingered over him, escaped to him, remained unreachable, swirled just like the enchanted plafond. The crisis’s augur loomed, bubbled in his blood, willing to knock him out, to drag him into the abyss, like an unchained hydra.

 

Would he have enough strength to overcome that bleak, glum, mermaids’ song?

 Link to the full chapter :

[caribbean1989]

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them - writing masterlist

Here you can find all fanfics I have written for Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. The full list can be found under the break.

FAITHFUL

Characters: Newt Scamander, Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald Genre: hurt/comfort, angst Summary: Newt fidgeted his hands together without slackening the grip on his wand. The only thing Grindelwald wanted was to kill Newt and disappear again before anyone else arrived, and Newt was sure he would do so sooner rather than later.

Newt finds a fugitive Gellert Grindelwald and is forced to a duel.

Read on: AO3 | FF.net | Tumblr: chapter 1 / chapter 2

[letthewhumpbegin]

Faithful - a Fantastic Beasts fanfiction

Title: Faithful Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Genre: hurt/comfort Characters: Newt Scamander, Albus Dumbledore

Summary: Newt fidgeted his hands together without slackening the grip on his wand. The only thing Grindelwald wanted was to kill Newt and disappear again before anyone else arrived, and Newt was sure he would do so sooner rather than later.

Newt finds a fugitive Gellert Grindelwald and is forced to a duel.

Word count: 4339 No. of chapters: 2 Warnings: contains magical injury, mentions of blood, passing out and magical healing. Original post date: 18 July 2022 Completed: yes

POSTED ON: AO3: click here FF.net: click here Tumblr: chapter 1 \ chapter 2

Any and all feedback on my writing is highly appreciated 😇🥰. You can find my full writing masterlist here.

[rainintheevening]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ��

So I got two of these (not surprising) and I'm gonna give different answers for both. Hehe.

A Coal Yet Burning MCU

A brief exploration of Steve Rogers's life in the post-Snap world (between Infinity War and Endgame). So much angst, I cried multiple times writing this, and the opening chapter was the result of reading The Hunger Games trilogy, especially Mockingjay. It's about being surrounded by darkness, and the stubbornness of light (and the hope we know is coming). Bucky isn't in this one, but his presence is felt everywhere.

This We'll Defend MCU

He gets a mention and a photo in the movie, but I gave Sam's buddy Riley a last name and a whole life. This is just a snippet of life for a family with a man in the Forces, and heavily inspired by Dean Brody's song 'Brothers'. Short and sweet.

Change My Name HP (Fantastic Beasts)

Arguably my most popular fic, this is an alternate ending to the first Fantastic Beasts movie. Where Newt manages to save Credence (he gets a new, better name), and everything is just generally better. Lots of hugs, Newt being sweetly awkward, and the power of found family. The first time I ever wrote a fix-it immediately after taking in a story.

Promise MCU

Hard-core Brothers2Infinity (Steve and Bucky) Christmas angst, fluff, hope, and h/c. I framed different Christmases in their lives around the song 'I'll Be Home For Christmas', which premiered in WW2. Like all my Steve and Bucky stuff, it's embedded in the whole world I built around the movies, but still totally readable on its own.

Even Soldiers Have Heroes Sherlock

One of my Rememberance Day specials, this is a recognition of John's military career, and I had a lot of fun with it. The war in Afghanistan was fraught with questionable motives and uncertain objectives, but how do the soldiers who were simply there to do their best make peace with themselves? John gets a beautiful reminder that his presence in that land of rocks and ancient dust was not pointless. I just loved writing both John and Mary in this, and building a plausible story for him. (And if anyone feels like drawing that picture of John, please feel free!)

Thanks so much for ask! This was fun!!!

[ravenclaws-eulchen]

AdA, Kapitel 86: Feuer frei

Jacob schlief noch halb, als seine Füße ihn durch die inzwischen vertrauten Straßen trugen. Es war halb drei am Morgen und er gestattete sich ein herzhaftes Gähnen, während er in Gedanken schon bei dem neuen Scones-Rezept war, dass Mr. Wynn ihm gegeben hatte. Es störte ihn nicht, früh aufzustehen, wenn das bedeutete, bald vor einer Schüssel Teig und einem warmen Ofen zu stehen. London war nie ruhig, aber die Straßen waren leer und Jacob trottete gemütlich voran, als ihm plötzlich ein verbrannter Geruch in die Nase stieg.

Weiterlesen hier: Kapitel 86: Feuer frei

[elisha-am]

Ten First Lines

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your fanfics and tag ten people. If you’ve written fewer than 10 fics, don’t be shy and share anyway. If you’re an artist or meta-writer, feel free to find a way to participate if you’d like. :)  

Thanks @themysteriousphoenix for tagging me!!! (p.s: sorry this took eons aksjdh)

1. In The Woods (newtina)

"Ow, OW!” Tina yelped when Newt half guided, half pressed her down to sit on the double cot in their tent.

2. Do it all again (newtina)

He looked up from his case to see her stepping into the alley.

3. Learning Fear (newtina)

Newt heard the most horrifying scream in his life.

4. Never Break The Chain (Tina & Queenie)

Tina walked into the special ward in St. Mungo's and came to an abrupt halt at the doorway.

5. Eye of The Beholder (newtina)

She married a handsome man.

6. Hopeful Return (newtina)

“Guess he isn’t coming back, is he?”

7. Alleviated (newtina)

Her right knee was troubling her again.

8. A chance across the ocean (Tina & Credence Twins AU)

“We need to send them away,” the mother said with her voice trembling.

9. Tipsy on Power (newtina)

First, it was a loud thud, second came a masculine grunt and then followed by feminine giggles.

10. untitled (Tina & Lally)

Every step Tina took seemed to add another ton of dread in her stomach.

As usual, I tag whoever want to do this! I am long over due for some fanftic reading :DDD

[stashandtell]

Rare Pair New Fic: That One Night In Paris

Read That One Night In Paris on AO3 A rare pairs server I’m in had a fun challenge where they roll some die and you end of with an era of Harry Potter and a character who makes up the half the rare pairing you’re writing for. They had the option to get a “chaos roll” that included another element that you had to work in.

Mine were:

Era- Fantastic Beasts

Character- Krall

Chaos Roll- Ghost: Professor Binns

Like several of the challenges I’ve tried out or considered doing, the minimum length is a drabble and that’s not a length of story I normally go for. I would like to start exercising my writing muscles by writing drabbles but I tend to be a long-winded bastard. My rewrites are largely spent trimming things back.

I remember seeing the first Fantastic Beasts movie with my dad, back when I wasn’t aware of JKR’s heinous views and didn’t have a problem paying to see a HP-world movie. We loved seeing the latest HP movies when they came out and it was a nice tradition while it lasted.

That said, I remember almost nothing about the film other than I liked Eddie Redmayne as Newt Scamander and the suitcase was a very, very fun and clever device for the story and world.

I don’t know anything about the character Krall and had to rely exclusively on one article in the HP Fandom Wiki for scraps of info. I struggled even coming up with a concept until I decided to make it more relevant to my interests by pairing him with my girl, Augusta Longbottom.

Augusta Longbottom is not a sympathetic character in the canon. Frankly, like many of the adults in the books, one could make the case that her severity borderlined on the edge of emotional abuse, at least by the way it seems to effect Neville.

In the fandom, if you read Neville pairings, Augusta can be pretty badass though. I prefer my Augusta to be tactical and staunchly supportive of Neville, coming around to see him as his own man and loving him for who he is. (I’m currently rereading what may be my number-one-all-time-absolute-fave-fic, Amends, or Truth and Reconciliation. She's the BEST Augusta in that story.) What no one tells you about writing fanfiction is how much math you're gonna do. For this one-shot, I had to first determine how plausible the the pairing could be in the timeline. I mean really I didn't have to, but solving these kinds of problems can be so satisfying. An example: Augusta and Krall have to meet at one of the latest points in his life and one the earliest points in her young adult life. The info on Krall that I found indicates he dies in 1927 or later. This means Augusta is likley born around 1920 and, to not draw too much attention to her age, she should be 17 in the story. For Augusta and Krall to overlap back then, she likely couldn't have been pregnant with Frank in her 20's, otherwise Frank and Alice would have bore the brunt of justifying how Neville was born in 1980. The time between Augusta's birth (in this story) and Neville's is a 70-year span. Augusta would be in her mid- to late-60's in the first war and in her 80's for the second war. Even if you have Frank closer in age to Molly and Arthur Weasley (older than Lily and the Marauders) and born in the 1950's -- with generosity, the youngest Augusta could have been when she had Frank would be 40 years old. Wixen are longer lived and plenty of people have babies in their 40's...but I did have to do math on scratch paper several times, with the phone calculator, to make sure it worked-- otherwise my brain would not have been able to write this fic. - - - - I know this rare pair will be harder for people to find and will have low readership but I am glad I wrote it. It was fun. Despite posting it in December, the fic was basically done in September, when it was due. But I'm glad I waited to post because I did find other areas to shore up.

[obaewankenope]

Signalling Theory Part 12, Information Asymmetry chapter 3 is DONE.

Total count: 11.7k

[amethystandemma]

The Raven Meets the Auror

Ummmmm I worked on another fic that wasn't one of my current WIPs. So... yeah. Please tell me what you think and reblog!

Tagging @unclegirl and @butternutt613

Also y'all are my beta readers lmao

Word count: 700+

Theseus Scamander did not get the opportunity to go into the field as often ever since he had become Head Auror of the British Ministry of Magic. Most of his days were spent filling out paperwork in his office.

So when he heard that a femme fatale, the daughter of Ronald Fahlstrom, was spotted in Diagon Alley, he jumped at the chance to go out.

As he briskly walked through Diagon Alley, he looked around at the various shops. With the cool winter air ruffling his brown hair, he could almost feel as if he was on holiday.

Almost.

Ashma Fahlstrom ran past him, carrying a bundle of Galleons that she had just stolen. She recognized him almost instantly. Between his brown hair, eyes, and tall stature, it was impossible not to.

Rather than rushing past, like most criminals probably would, she stopped in front of him, taking off her black hat and giving him a bow.

"Mr. Scamander."

She winked one of her sparkling red eyes, smirking, before putting her hat back on and sprinting away. 

Theseus was confused to say the least, but amused. He began to sprint after her.

“Miss Fahlstrom! I’d like a word with you!”

As he ran, his hand went to his pocket and he drew out his wand. 

Ashma glanced behind, noticing how he was following her. While running past a lamppost, she hooked her arm around it and jumped up. She spun around, grinning.

“How very rude of me. I don’t believe I introduced myself Mr. Scamander.” She held out her hand. “Ashma Fahlstrom.”

Once Theseus caught up to her he took her hand, kissing it. Then, he gripped onto her wrist.

“Charmed.” He pointed his wand at her. “You’re under arrest.”

In one swift movement, Ashma flipped over the lamppost. Using the momentum from the jump, she knocked him to the ground on his back. Theseus landed on the cobblestone ground, wincing.

Ashma leaned down, her legs on either side of his body. Her face was inches from his.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline Mr. Scamander.”

Theseus gave a short laugh before putting one hand on the nape of her neck and the other on her waist. In one swift motion, he pulled her down. As she gasped, he rolled them over, so he was on top of her.

“And why might that be?” asked Theseus. 

Ashma gritted her teeth together and grabbed onto his forearms, rolling them over so she once again was on top.

“Because I am a very busy woman.” Her lips hovered over his, their breaths mingling together. She smirked. “And I have places to be.”

“Do you now?” His brown eyes flickered to her lips before going back to her eyes. “And just where do you have to be?”

She put a finger on his lips, shaking her head. “Now I can’t tell you love, or it’ll ruin the mystery.”

Ashma quickly got to her feet and started to run off again. As she took a few steps forward, she turned around and gave him a small two fingered salute with a grin on her face.

Slightly winded, Theseus got to his feet. He had noticed how his pulse quickened every time she touched him, and he didn’t like it.

“Bombarda!”

A few yards away from her, the cobblestone corner of a storefront collapsed, forming a large blockade. 

Ashma smirked and turned around, leaning against the broken stones. She waited for him to catch up before speaking again.

“Impressive,” she said. “But I have an ace up my sleeve.”

Theseus stood in front of her, his hands on his hips and a matching smile on his own face.

“Care to enlighten me, darling?”

Ashma stood on her toes, leaning in close to him. Her lips hovered over his.

“I’ll see you around love.”

In an instant, her clothes and hat fell to the ground. Theseus’s eyebrows raised.

A black raven emerged from the clothes, flying up in front of his face. It gave him a wink with one of its ruby red eyes before flying off into the London sky.

For a few moments, Theseus remained in the same spot, watching the raven fly off. Then, he started to laugh.

[uefb]

New chapter of Older, or Two Brothers and a Train Station up now

Summary: In which the summer holidays between Theseus’ 4th and 5th year start off in a very rainy London; the subtle balance of his self-worth starts to show; Helios (Dad) kind of--(definitely)—-almost gets Newt run over by a large Muggle machine; and Theseus—-once again—-is forced to pick up the kind of parenting slack that very much contributes to him becoming a bit of an overbearing git by 1927, lmao. (TL;DR — Helios Scamander: the best and worst kind of father😅🤷🏼‍♀️)

^Theseus is not this calm yet at age 14, but the vibe at the end of the chapter is very much the same

Excerpt:

“Theseus, be a buffer on the other side, won’t you? He nearly walked in front of a tram this morning—didn’t you, Newt?—and then a herd of bicycles... And I’ll be damned if I can keep him out of puddles.”

As if to emphasise their father’s point, Newt began shaking out one leg until his galosh flipped off, spilling far more water than seemed possible onto the concrete around them.

“Sorry, Dad,” he murmured, and then yanked himself away from Helios, plopping himself on the ground to pull the rubber back over his button shoes [8].

“Can I do one last spell before we leave, then?” Theseus asked their father suddenly.

Helios glanced around and then shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”

“Hold still, Newt,” Theseus advised, and Newt stared at him—blinked—but then nodded.

Theseus knelt on the ground in front of him and clearly enunciated the incantation for a quick-drying charm, waving his wand in a delicate motion over Newt from head to toe, after which a tremendous blast of hot air enveloped the child before evaporating with a puff, leaving his clothes steaming and his hair very dry but remarkably frizzy, as if a cauldron had exploded in his face.

(Theseus thought Newt’s expression mirrored that of the first time he’d been old enough to understand a snowball fight, but still not old enough—it unfortunately turned out—to properly participate, for Theseus had hit him squarely in the face with a well-packed missile; after which Newt had wiped the ice off his cheeks, stared at him in surprise for a solid ten seconds as his brain caught up with the event, and then burst into pitiful tears, turning tail and running for their mother in the stables.)

Oh dear. But—

“Nicely done, Theseus!” Helios praised approvingly, nonetheless. “You can work on your spell release, of course, to prevent the mad scientist look you’ve given your normally dashing little brother—” [9]

(Newt was patting at his hair absently now.)

“—but your charms really have improved.”

Newt, meanwhile, had begun shaking out his hands, rocking slightly as he checked each bit of his magically-dry clothing, looking at Theseus somewhat less suspiciously than he had after the snowball incident at age four, but still markedly displeased...

“It’s still raining, Thesie,” he finally managed. “I’m going to get wet again. And it’s not fair you get to do magic and I don’t.”

“Mud, it’s the law. We’ve talked about this,” Helios intercepted, and Newt lifted his hands to rub hard at either side of his head as Helios patiently waited. “Try that again, lovey.”

Newt pulled at an overly-springy curl and—from behind Helios—Theseus caught his little brother’s eye long enough to mouth ‘Say thank you.’

Newt blinked, and then: “Thank y - thank you, Theseus.”

“And there’s a good lad!” Helios exclaimed. “Mum did say you received a good report from your healer today, and look at you, hm? Both of you showing off your best.”

And he turned a bit dramatically then, gesturing the three of them forward, though he trailed Newt extremely close as he followed him and Donny out into the Muggle station, and then through the masses into a downpour of rain.

[freedomforthewin]

Comforting Theseus

Eight-year-old Newt went to 16-year-old Theseus’s bedroom, wanting to hang out with his older brother and talk about creatures. But when he got there, he found Theseus sitting against the bed on the carpeted floor, crying. Newt slowly came closer to him and sat on the floor, facing him. Newt quietly asked what happened.

Theseus shakily said that his friends had suddenly gotten bored with him and had stopped wanting to be his friends. Just like that. He had really cared about them, so this really hurt.

Newt morosely told Theseus that they were mean and that he didn’t know how they could not want Theseus, that he’d be so sad if Theseus weren’t going to be in his life. That brought out a small smile from his brother.

But then Theseus said that he realized now that anyone he loved might just suddenly not want him anymore. Newt said that he’d always want Theseus. Theseus just looked at his little brother, his eyes sad and pleading.

Newt hugged him, and Theseus hugged him back tightly, crying in his arms. Newt gently stroked his back.

They stayed in each other’s arms until Theseus calmed down. Then, wanting to cheer Theseus up, Newt asked for Theseus to come get ice cream with him. Theseus, aware that he looked and sounded like he had been crying, didn’t want to go at first but caved when Newt asked again.

He took Newt to the ice cream shop. Newt picked their ice creams while Theseus stood a little bit away and averted his gaze, trying not to draw attention to his red-rimmed eyes and sad demeanor. The younger brother, noticing that and that the ice cream scooper had noticed that as well, decided to add a second extra item that Theseus liked to Theseus’s ice cream. Newt quietly asked the ice cream scooper to put fudge sauce on Theseus’s peanut butter ice cream, which Newt had already asked to have a mix-in of chocolate chunks, and explained that Theseus was having a really bad day.

Theseus came when it was time to pay for their ice creams, but Newt told the lady to take the payment from him instead. Theseus was surprised, especially since he noticed that Newt had added two add-ons that he liked to his ice cream, and add-ons cost more. But when Newt handed him the cup of his favorite ice cream, he gave Newt a small smile. Newt smiled back.

Newt started eating his cinnamon ice cream that had a mix-in of brownies, and the two brothers left the shop.

[afrenchaugurey]

Just a little sweet nothing this morning

Because I'm sure Newt loves to say Porpentina.

And Tina likes that, very much.

He is the only one from whom she likes to hear pronouncing her complete name.

He does that only on rare occasions, generally when they’re in the park, leaning back against a tree, her back against his bust, his nose buried in her neck, a book on her lap, as his arms surround her with a shield making her invincible. Between his lips, these four syllables transform into a soft melody, a prayer, a sweet little treat, the promise of a joyful future. He is the only one, since her parents left, who gives her a respite, a semblance of happiness. These few weeks she spent with him restored some colours on the dark canvas of her life. He is hope. He is love.

Even the good moments with Queenie don’t feel the same.

[letthewhumpbegin]

Faithful, chapter 2 - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

This is the second (and final) chapter to this story. Chapter 1 can be found HERE.

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Characters: Newt Scamander, Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald Short summary: Newt finds a fugitive Gellert Grindelwald and is forced to a duel. Word count: 2108 Warnings: contains magical injury, mentions of blood, passing out and magical healing.

A/N: this story is already posted on my FF.net and AO3 account, but now posted onto here as well.

(GIF by me)

Dumbledore and Newt waited until Grindelwald was taken away and the last of the Ministry officials had Disapparated.

"Now it's our time to go." Dumbledore tightened his grip on Newt's arm and turned on the spot. Newt felt the familiar, yet somewhat unpleasant, sensation of Side-Along Apparition. Whatever destination Dumbledore had in mind for them, Newt would be taken there, too.

After a few seconds and a whirlwind of blurry images, Newt's feet slammed into the ground at their destination. The impact made him stagger so much that he needed Dumbledore's steady physique next to him to remain standing.

Newt inhaled the cool night air and the smell of pine trees, and he immediately knew where they were. There, sitting on top of a hill, by the edge of a large lake, lay Hogwarts Castle.

"Why did you take me here?" Newt asked weakly. His energy was even more rapidly draining than before now. "It is the only place in the entire world that I trust to be safe," Dumbledore answered, "and a place where I know you will feel at ease while you recover."

"How are we getting to the castle?" It hadn't eluded Newt that they had Apparated at the edge of the school grounds, and he remembered fairly well that Apparating inside Hogwarts grounds was not possible. "I'm afraid we have to walk." Dumbledore looked genuinely sorry about this. "I know I'm asking a lot of you, but given the current circumstances, I did not think it wise to lower the school's security in any way." Newt nodded shortly. He knew Dumbledore had made the right choices, but still was not looking forward to this next part. He was feeling shaky and unsteady from his wounds, and it was getting worse by the second. "I'm– I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it all that way," Newt confessed. "We're not in a hurry." A compassionate smile played on Dumbledore's lips. "Take all the time you need."

Dumbledore made sure that Newt could properly lean on him for support, and did not pressure him in any way. "Whenever you're ready." Newt carefully took a step forward. Dumbledore moved forward with him, always making sure that Newt had plenty of support. He let Newt determine their tempo, and would wait patiently whenever Newt needed to stop for a moment to catch his breath.

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It took a long time, but finally they set foot in the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts Castle. It was just as Newt remembered it, with the Great Hall on one side and the giant marble staircase on the other. Even though Newt was heavily weakened by his injuries and barely able to hold onto consciousness, it still felt like coming home.

Dumbledore had already felt Newt's weight grow heavier against him, so it did not come as a surprise when Newt started to sag. "It's alright, give into it." Dumbledore gently guided Newt to lie down on the marble floor of the entrance hall. Newt was as good as unresponsive by now, the injuries of the day finally taking the better of him.

Hurried, slippered footsteps announced the arrival of someone. Dumbledore looked up to find Professor McGonagall coming down the marble staircase. With her wand at the ready to fend off possible intruders, she trotted down the stairs.

"Albus?" She was clearly shaken up. "Is that you?" "Yes, Minerva," Dumbledore answered calmly. "Would you please wake up Madam Pomfrey? Her assistance is urgently needed." "Is that… Mr. Scamander?" McGonagall only now had a better look at the person lying on the floor. "It is," Dumbledore answered serenely, "Madam Pomfrey, Minerva, please." "Yes, of course." McGonagall hurried back up the steps and disappeared from view.

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Dumbledore brought Newt over to the hospital wing, and arrived there at the same time McGonagall arrived with Madam Pomfrey.

The matron took one look at Newt and immediately determined this was serious. "Over here." She motioned to one of the beds. Dumbledore carefully laid Newt down on it, and retreated to the side to give the matron the space she needed to do her job.

McGonagall came to stand next to Dumbledore. "Does this mean Grindelwald was captured, Albus?" He nodded slowly. "It indeed does." "What happened to Mr. Scamander?" McGonagall stared horror-struck as Madam Pomfrey pulled aside Newt's coat and revealed the lacerations to his chest and shoulders. "They duelled," Dumbledore spoke thoughtfully, "I can think of some of the curses he's been hit with. McGonagall shook her head in disbelief. "It's a wonder he survived." "Come now, Minerva, don't underestimate him." The usual twinkle was back in Dumbledore's eyes as he spoke. "Newt knows how to stand his ground. You should see some of the creatures he works with."

Madam Pomfrey had chosen that moment to come over to Dumbledore. "Those are some serious injuries, Albus," she said disapprovingly, "only dark magic could cause those." "I know, I know." Dumbledore held up his hands to stop the reprimand he knew would follow. "But nothing I can't heal," she continued, "it will take time for him to recover properly from this, but I have all the spells and ointments ready to treat him." "Thank you, Poppy." Dumbledore smiled at her. Madam Pomfrey mumbled something no one quite caught, and set to work on Newt's injuries.

"Minerva?" Dumbledore turned to McGonagall. "I need you to travel to London, to the Leaky Cauldron, and find a man named Jacob Kowalski." "Who is he?" McGonagall looked rather confused by this request. "A Muggle in a wizard's inn will probably be easy to find." Dumbledore grinned at his own remark. "You will find him to be in possession of something very valuable to Newt, and I need you to escort Mr. Kowalski here." The dozens of questions shone on McGonagall's face, but she didn't ask them. "Right away."

Dumbledore silently sat down in the chair by Newt's bed. Madam Pomfrey was applying ointment to the wounds on Newt's chest and back, and topped it off with a generous amount of bandages. She tutted a few times disapprovingly during her treatment, but made no further comments.

"I don't know what else you have planned for this man, Albus," she began after a short while, "but he needs rest for at least the next few days. Absolute rest." "Certainly." Dumbledore nodded solemnly. "He will feel the after-effects of this for quite a while." She shook her head once more to show her disapprovement, before leaving for her office.

Dumbledore sat back in his chair. The hunt for Grindelwald had dominated his life in the past few months, and now, all of a sudden, it was over. It had cost him, surely. The very result of that was lying right in front of him. He did not know what the next few days would bring him, but for now his main concern was Newt. Dumbledore would not even think of anything else until he was sure Newt would be alright and would make a full recovery.

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Newt slowly felt the comforts of sleep leave him. He willed it to overtake him once more, for he was still utterly tired, but it would not. He listened to the sounds around him. It was mostly quiet, but far in the distance were sounds of people talking and laughing.

"Lunch hour at Hogwarts." A solemn voice suddenly spoke. "My favourite time of the day."

Newt slowly opened his eyes to find Dumbledore standing by the window beside his bed. The professor stood with his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets, staring out of the window with a faint smile on his face. He observed his students having fun in the snow in the courtyard below. How he knew Newt was awake before the younger man was even fully aware of it himself, was a mystery.

"... Wh–what?" Newt stammered, still dazed with sleep. He made a feeble attempt to push himself more upright. "No, no, don't do that." Dumbledore stopped Newt from moving. "Or Madam Pomfrey will have my head." Newt lay back against his pillows. He had to admit that moving hurt quite a bit, so he would have probably stayed put without Dumbledore's intervention as well.

Dumbledore sat down in the chair by the bed. He gave Newt a friendly, yet intriguing stare. Suddenly his face broke into a smile as he held up a flat hand, where Pickett was swinging from one of the long, slender fingers. "This is a funny little fellow." "Pickett," Newt mumbled, relieved. Dumbledore shortly placed his hand on the bed covers, so Pickett could scurry over to Newt and sit down on his chest. Newt smiled briefly at the little creature seeking his company.

"Newt…" Dumbledore began. The tone of his voice indicated he meant to start a serious conversation. "What happened last night was more than I could ever have asked of you." "Did the Ministry arrest Grindelwald?" Newt ignored Dumbledore's remark. "Yes." Dumbledore folded his hands in his lap. "All thanks to you." "Yet you do not seem at ease." Newt tried to read Dumbledore's expression. "Grindelwald is a smart and powerful wizard, Newt" Dumbledore answered thoughtfully, "he will try to escape, and we cannot rule out that getting captured was even part of his plan." "So, last night was utterly useless." Newt shrugged. He had suddenly lost all confidence in his actions. "Absolutely not." Dumbledore sounded somewhat stern now. "Do not ever doubt the choices that you've made." Newt chuckled softly, plucking at his bedsheets. "How often have you told me that already?" "Apparently, not often enough," Dumbledore smiled.

Newt stared at his own knees now, avoiding at all cost to look Dumbledore in the eye. The older wizard did not seem bothered by this at all. He merely watched Newt with interest.

Dumbledore broke the silence after a short while. "Do you know what amuses me, Newt?" "Hogwarts at lunch hour?" Newt answered with the hint of a smirk. Dumbledore chuckled. "That, too. No, I meant that suitcase of yours." Newt's head snapped up, as he looked at Dumbledore with wide eyes. "It… that… my creatures," he stammered frantically. Dumbledore held up his hands and gestured for Newt to calm down. "Your creatures are safe. Mr. Kowalski has been taking excellent care of them. It's good to see how much the Muggle community knows about magical creatures these days." "I…" Newt tried to get some words out, but wasn't sure if he should speak. Dumbledore's words had not been accusatory or reprimanding, but he knew perfectly well he had broken quite a few laws when getting Jacob involved in taking care of his creatures.

Dumbledore quietly studied Newt, watching the young man's internal struggle. "What have I just said about doubting your choices, Newt?" He finally smiled. "Right," Newt chuckled rather nervously. "Mr. Kowalski is a very likeable man, and you've taught him well on magical creatures," Dumbledore continued. Newt was genuinely surprised now. "You've met him?" "Certainly," Dumbledore nodded, "he's right here at Hogwarts."

Newt hesitated shortly. If Jacob was here, that meant his case was here as well, and with that: his creatures. "I need to see my creatures." He made another attempt to get out of bed, ignoring the pain moving caused. "No." Dumbledore put a firm hand on Newt's shoulder, and easily kept him in check. "Madam Pomfrey will curse and jinx me with everything she has knowledge of when she sees you out of bed." "But…" Newt protested. "I'm afraid I will have to be firm," Dumbledore said calmly. "I can, however, send Mr. Kowalski to visit you. He'll be able to tell you all about your creatures' well-being." Newt fidgeted his hands together. This was not exactly what he had had in mind, but it would have to do for now. "Alright." The smile with which Dumbledore answered Newt betrayed that he was perfectly aware of Newt's reluctance to agree to this.

"Good." Dumbledore rose to his feet, taking the jacket which he had hung over the back of the chair. "I have a class to teach. We still have lots of things to discuss, which I will not bother you with now, but I will visit you again later today."

Dumbledore walked to the door of the hospital wing. "Oh!" He suddenly stopped and turned back to Newt. "I nearly forgot: I will send Mr. Kowalski over to you. And remember, do not get out of bed. Not even when Madam Pomfrey is on her hour-long lunch break." His words were followed by a mischievous wink. Newt smirked in understanding. "Thank you, professor."