Grown up birthday parties are so dull and boring like no I don’t wanna go to a bar late at night and drink and dance in a place full of strangers, I want to spend an afternoon having a nice picnic in your garden with our other friends, I want to pick flowers while we tell each other small secrets, I want to go on swings and roll in the grass, I want to eat candies and watch the sunset sitting somewhere quiet. That’s my kind of party.
sits at her kitchen table, flips open the pad of off-white letter paper and
uncaps her fountain pen.
Bernie,’ she starts. She pauses for a moment, slips a letter out of an envelope
and unfolds it to read again, picks up a small photograph from the table and gazes
at it, smiling.
been grey and damp here today,’ she continues, a smile still playing across her
lips. ‘The sort of day that made me almost glad to be stuck in meetings all
morning and in theatre all afternoon. Certainly not picnic weather! I’m hoping
for a return to crisp autumn days soon – a chill in the air and all those
glorious colours as the leaves turn. I know how much you miss it and I know
this isn’t the same, but I picked this leaf up earlier in the week thinking it
would give you a taste (if it even survives the journey, that is!).’
picks the yellow-orange-red maple leaf up by its stalk, lays it carefully
across her palm and thinks of Bernie doing the same three and a half thousand
miles away in an Afghan desert.
adds a few more details about her life these past weeks, replies to Bernie’s
questions from her previous letter, asks questions of her own (the sort Bernie
is able to answer, about how she is and the tricks her younger colleagues have
been up to), reaches the end of another page and reluctantly signs off.
you do a newt one where him and the reader are engaged and they’ve just moved
into a little house and it’s all warm and cozy and they’re just being fluffy
and cute. maybe they talk about how they want to use the extra rooms for future
children and that sort of thing? much appreciated!!”
Newt Scamander x Reader
first stepped into the white cottage, you couldn’t ever see yourself living here.
The walls were bare, the acres of land too vast, and the breeze that sifted
through was too chilly. But as soon as he had stepped through with you, his
eyes lit up like he had just discovered the rarest creature yet, everything
suddenly felt warm.
fields were long and expanding, providing a perfect place for picnics and
afternoon strolls. The small garden growing at the front of the house warmed
your heart, and you thought of how you could grow all of Newt’s favourite foods
there (he was a big fan of strawberries). Then as your hand slid across the
empty walls, his larger one ensnared it, folding his fingers into yours,
reminding you of his presence. It didn’t take you long to realise that of all
the houses you had looked at, this one felt most like home. Why? Because Newt
liked it, and wherever Newt was, that was home for you.
Reader is the second
oldest Weasley child, between Bill and Charlie, and takes a break from her
usual Auror role to help with security at Hogwarts the year that Sirius Black
escapes Azkaban. But with her sister still reeling from being possessed by Tom
Riddle the previous year, her adopted brother being targeted by a serial killer
and falling for the Werewolf professor, this year is going to be anything but
I’ve added an
additional trip to Hogsmeade As usual not my GIFS.
Mid October may have been the worst time for an afternoon
picnic by the treeline of the Forbidden Forest but the permanent blush on your
cheeks from Remus’ unwavering attentions kept you warm. He sipped at his drink
and offered you a plate of biscuits. You took one and gave him a wry smile, “So
Professor, how did you know that these were my favourite biscuits?”
He gave you an embarrassed smile and scratched one of his face scars, “You know
when you call me that you age me horribly.”
“Oh but trying to teach my brothers is keeping you young, is it?” You teased,
“C’mon Remus spill.”
He rolled his eyes at you, “Your brothers are all entirely capable young
wizards and I may have heard them discussing buying you some of these biscuits
on their next trip to Hogsmeade.”
“How very sneaky of you Professor.”
His eyes twinkled, “Well I know that I have to keep the child happy.”
You sucked in a breath at the insult and narrowed your eyes at him, “Touché
He laughed and leaned back onto the picnic mat and picked
his book back up, you leaned back on the mat next to him and leafed through
your own book, but you couldn’t stop yourself from stealing glances at him over
the top of your book. His expression was filled with concentration as he read,
occasionally his hand would come up to brush his hair back or absentmindedly
touch one of the scars on his cheeks. Remus looked up at you and you quickly
looked down at your own book, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. After a
moment when you dared to glance up again you noticed him smiling at his book.
He’d caught you checking him out, that bastard.
“That book telling you jokes?” You asked.
“No.” He tried to stop himself grinning.
“You’re a dork.” You laughed and pushed at his shoulder so that he fell onto the
picnic mat, you laughed and shivered as a breeze took you both.
“And you’re cold.” He scooped his scarf up from where he’d left to folded by
the picnic basket, you inclined your head own so that he could wrap the scarf
around your neck and helped push your hair away from the scarf.
“That’s better.” He mumbled but didn’t draw back from your closeness. Your face
flushed again and with a rush of confidence befitting an Auror you leaned over
and kissed his scarred cheek, “Thank you Remus.”
It was his turn to blush but before you could tease him you
heard Ron, Harry and Hermione coming down the hill towards your clandestine
meeting. Remus sat up straight away from you, “I do think that means you’ll be
“Will you miss me?” You teased and tried to look the picture of innocence.
He gave you a glance over the rest of the picnic that he was packing away, “I’m
sure that I’ll find a way to enjoy the peace and quiet for a change.”
You gave him a look of mock offence as you stood, “How dare you? We both know that
you’d be bored without me and I’m keeping your scarf by the way.”
You gave him a wave and walked off in the direction of the Golden Trio’s
voices. Remus laughed and shook his head to himself and knew that you were
right, he would be bored without you. He glanced up at Hogwarts, a place that
he’d been dreading returning too for fear of having to confront ghosts of old
memories dancing in the hallways but instead it had been like returning home,
especially now that he’d met you. Hogwarts was the one place where he’d found
“I knew that logically there would be parts of the castle
that I’d never seen but I always thought that me and Tonks had caused trouble
in every room in Hogwarts.” You said.
“I could believe that.” Remus grinned and you nudged his arm with your
shoulder. Together you walked down one of the forgotten corridors of Hogwarts
with your wands in hand the only source of light against the dark night. Remus
noted, with a great deal of satisfaction, that you were wearing his scarf as
protection against the cold night air. It looked good on you, though he
scarcely imagine anything that wouldn’t look good on you.
Dumbledore had come to you an hour ago to ask for your
assistance against a rogue Boggart that had found its way into one of the
unused wings of the school. Remus, who always struggled to sleep the week
before a full moon, was still awake and had coincidentally been in a meeting
with Dumbledore when the headmaster had sent for you, had offered his help. If
you hadn’t known known better, you would have accused Dumbledore of
matchmaking. Thankfully you didn’t feel too bad because the next day was the weekend,
so you didn’t need to worry about Remus being tired for his classes.
“Thanks for offering to help.” You told him breaking the
silence, you could practically see your breath against the cold air and
resisted the urge to breath like a dragon like you knew all your siblings
“I wouldn’t have slept much anyway.” He shrugged and watched his feet as you
walked down the hall.
Noting his change in mood you stepped closed to him and hooked your arm through
his, “Have you tried counting trolls?”
He laughed and inclined his arm out further so that you could walk properly arm
in arm, “Surprisingly thinking of trolls doesn’t inspire sweet dreams.”
“Okay I can take that constructive criticism, we’ll think of something between
us.” You assured him, “We need to make sure that you’re well rested before the
end of this week.”
He didn’t reply but he knew what you meant – the next full moon, his next
transformation. Though together you’d never had a full conversation about his
lycanism you didn’t shy away from the knowledge that there was more to Remus
than there seemed.
After a moment of walking arm in arm and chatting idly about
the lesson that he had planned for when the boggart was caught you nudged his
torso with your elbow so that he looked down at you. You gave him a cheeky
smile, “So is this our second date, Professor?”
He snorted, “And the last, if you continue with that nickname.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, “It’s a title not a nickname, if I was going
to give you a nickname it would be wolfly.”
“Wolfy?” Remus scoffed, “How discreet. That’s almost as nice as your nickname.”
“You’ve given me a nickname? Aw Remus, I didn’t know that you cared!” You
He shook his head, “Not me, some of the students.”
You stopped, and he stopped with you so that you could look
at him, “Not a good one then?” You weren’t entirely sure why you even wanted to
know, when you’d been at Hogwarts the nicknames often focused on your family’s
poverty, Raggedy Weasley had been
their favourite. But you’d always ignored it, the only insults that you and
Bill ever reacted too were when other students decided to mock Charlie’s
Remus’ expression was one of annoyance, “Let’s not get into it, nothing from
the mind of teenage boys is exactly complimentary.”
You felt your cheeks flush slightly at the connotations of a sexualised
nickname floating through Hogwarts before finding a teasing smile, “Is that why
Fred and George’s detentions have doubled? And why I hear that you’re suddenly
giving out a lot more detentions?”
He opened his mouth before closing it again, there was no point denying it so
instead he gave you soft chuckled and you continued on your way.
“I do appreciate it.” You told him, he told you that it was nothing.
Finding the boggart was the easy part – coming up against
your biggest fear was considerably harder. You knew in your heart of hearts
that it was a Boggart stood before you, but all you saw was Ginny; her eyes red
raw, hair dishevelled and clothed ripped. You raised your wand, but the spell
died on your lips as ‘Ginny’ held Tom Riddle’s diary to chest and with her
other hand she put her wand to her head and cast the killing curse.
You were screaming when Remus tackled you and pulled you out
of the room that you’d trapped the Boggart in. He slammed the door shut and
rushed to put his hands on your shoulders as you slid to floor against the
“Y/N? Y/N, it’s not real, it’s not Ginny. She’s okay, she’s asleep. It’s just a
Boggart.” He assured you and moved one hand from your shoulder to cup your
You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, and inhaled deeply; taking in the
cold air and Remus’ sent of spices and chocolate. You stood up, Remus rose with
you, and let out a shaky breath.
“I’m sorry, I just-” You started.
He interrupted you, his hand still on your cheek he rubbed his thumb across
your cheek bone, “You don’t have to explain yourself.”
“I shouldn’t get this way over a bogart of all things! I’m an Auror!” You
“You’re human.” He told you, his eyes holding yours and you moved a hand up to
put it over his hand on your cheek.
“I-I spent all summer being so scared that I’d lose my sister and just seeing
it was too much.” You whispered to keep the intimacy of your closeness.
“Of course it was.” Remus agreed, “The boggart shows you the thing that you
fear the most, don’t forget that. Now, let’s go catch it and get a hot
chocolate before bed.”
“That’s a bit forward!” You laughed, and he fell away from you with a chuckle.
You certainly kept him on his toes.
After your little pep talk, you both re-entered the room
with a renewed sense of vigour and between you it took only a few minutes to
throw the creature into an abandoned wardrobe. You both stood before the
wardrobe as Remus locked it and waited to see if it would break free of its new
prison. The wardrobe teetered and creaked, throwing up dust from its movements,
until it thudded down onto all four legs and settled.
“Yes!” You threw your arms into the air and in mid
celebration when Remus turned, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled
him into a tight hug, “We’re easily the best team in Hogwarts!” You cheered, his
arms locked around your waist and held you too him. You came down from your hug
but left your hands on his shoulders and stayed in his arms.
The moment of celebration gained levity. Stood together in the whirls of dust
and stale air neither of you wished to move from the arms of the other. Careful
to breath softly, in case you would shatter the delicate moment, you gently
brushed dust from his moustache and left your hand on his cheek.
Fuelled by the adrenaline of catching the boggart Remus leaned down and brushed
his lips against yours. For a moment it felt like your heart had stopped, you
held your breath as you kissed him back until you both needed to pull away to
give way to shaky breaths.
Remus’ hands on the small of your back rubbed up and down
slightly and you played with the lapels of his jacket while you both fought for
words to defend your actions and request more closeness. Standing in the
abandoned room, wrapped up in uncertain futures you both held each other as
your relationship teetered between friendship and more. You steeled yourself
ready to take the plunge, you were a Weasley for Merlin’s sake!
You held the lapels of his jacket tighter and opened your mouth to ask him not
to let you go when your silence was interrupted by footsteps in the hallway.
Eyes wide you jumped away from each other and rushed out into the hallway with
wands at the ready – no one should be in the abandoned wing other than the two
of you and your newly possessed furniture. The hallway was dark save for the moonlight
sneaking in through grubby windows.
“I didn’t make up that noise, did I?” You asked him, your precious moment
Remus’ eyes narrowed as he caught slight of a shoe before it disappeared, that
was someone using James’ invisibility cloak – he’d bet his Werewolf potion on
“No, you didn’t make it up, I doubt that it’s malevolent. Still, we should
leave.” He told you after a moment. He quickly bewitched the wardrobe to follow
you both and you left the abandoned wing in silence. You walked with him to his
classroom in case the boggart broke free, or rather that was your excuse to
spend more time with the werewolf who was stealing your affections.
Remus released the spell on the wardrobe leaving it there for his classes after
the weekend before he turned to you, his gaze taking in your features before
settling on your lips.
Neither of you said anything for a moment until Remus broke
the silence, “Do you want to watch the sunrise?”
You spared the window a glance, the sky was getting lighter and you knew that
it’d be beautiful to watch from one of the balconies. You gave him a soft
smile, “Don’t you know I’m not a morning person?”
He softly picked some dust from your hair, “I’m not a night person but I spent
it with you.”
That make your cheeks flush and even in the dim lighting you could see Remus’
cheeks glowing at the realisation of what he said.
“Well, in that case it would be rude not to accept, wouldn’t it?” You asked,
and he agreed. For the second time that night you took his arm and walked with
Being accosted by the Weasley twins when all he wanted to do was mope was just the icing on Harry’s shitty day. Even their jovial smiles, that usually made him laugh, couldn’t stop his pout and the sun wasn’t even fully up yet! He’d even spent the night wondering the abandoned halls because he couldn’t sleep knowing he wasn’t going to be allowed on the trip. “Harry-kins! You wouldn’t have that little frown after we give you this present.” George laughed. “Why are you two even up this early? The Sun isn’t up yet! Aren’t you afraid that Y/N will have to give you detention again?” Harry asked.
Fred shrugged, “Nah, she’s caught us loads of times already and she only had to get us in trouble because Flitchy was there and we’re up because we’ve been testing new products, besides we saw that you were up.” “Saw that I was up?” Harry asked.
The twins showed them their new gift for their adoptive brother, The Marauders Map and showed Harry how it worked and how to get out to Hogsmeade. “There is one condition however!” George announced, and Harry narrowed his eyes, he should have known something as amazing as this would come with strings attached. “We want you to keep an eye on this.” Fred said and leaned over the map to point out the two footsteps on one of the upstairs balconies. Harry squinted at the names Y/N Weasley and Remus Lupin, “What do you mean by keep an eye on it?” “Well, every morning and evening they seem to be together and we’re curious.” Fred told him. George added, “It could be a coincidence because he works on days and she works on night but take right now, it’s sunrise and they’re together. People might talk.” “And if anyone is talking then it should be us.” Fred finished for them and both gave him a grin.
“Isn’t Professor Lupin a bit old for Y/N? Wouldn’t people notice?” Harry asked. “No offence Harry-kins but you wouldn’t notice your hand in front of your face.” Fred laughed , and George nudged his arm playfully so Harry didn’t take it as an insult. They were right, he was quite unobservant. “Why are you so bothered?” Harry asked curious. Fred shrugged, “She’s our sister and she suddenly seems disgustingly happy.” “And we could finally have blackmail material on her!” George laughed, and Harry rolled his eyes at them but still he found himself agreeing with the twins and watching the map as your footsteps moved away from Professor Lupin’s and heading towards the Gryffindor common room.
To say that you were disappointed that you and Remus had
avoided the topic of your kiss was an understatement but when you’d been stood
watching the sunrise it was a scene too beautiful disrupt. Still, the closeness
of you both as you’d stood on the balcony in the morning air had left you
waking on air on your way to the Gryffindor common room. After facing the boggart
you needed to see that your sister was safe.
The Fat Lady let you in without fuss, Dumbledore had given you and the other
Aurors the passwords to each of the common rooms, and made your way into the
girl’s dorms. You quickly peaked your head in one of the rooms and scanned the
bed until you saw Ginny sat up reading by candlelight. She looked up at the
sound of the door moving and gave you a questioning look. She quickly put on
some robes to keep her warm away from her bed and rushed over to the doorway
and guided you out.
“Y/N, is everything okay?” She shut the door behind you both and gave you a hug
before stepping back and eying up your dusty appearance.
“Yeah, I just wanted to make sure that you were alright before I went to bed for
the day.” You gently ran your fingers through her hair and playfully pinched
She batted away your hand with a smile, “I’ve been a lot better Y/N, I promise.
Being back at school isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”
“You’re not sleeping though?” You asked.
“Just tonight, it was a bad dream, but it wasn’t about the- the chamber.” Ginny
whispered, and you pulled her to you for another hug and kissed the top of her
“Anyway, how have you found being back at Hogwarts?” She asked you and eyed the
scarf you were wearing, “Where did you get that scarf?” Ginny was sure she’d
seen Professor Lupin wearing one similar.
You smoothed a hand down the scarf and fought a blush, “I got it from a
The infamous Weasley mischievous grin met you as Ginny took the scarf in her
hands, “Which friend would that be?”
As much as you would usually enjoy an indulgent girly chat with your sister you
were aware that you’d be discussing her Professor, within the halls that he
taught before you’d even actually decided if you were even a thing. So, you waved her away from your
stolen scarf and turned her around to go back into her room, “Go back to bed
Gin, it’s a Saturday enjoy your lie in.”
“I will get it out of you.” She laughed before adding, “I can’t sleep the day
away anyway, today is the trip to Hogsmeade.”
Because you weren’t often awake during the day you’d nearly
forgotten the trip to the small village even though Harry had come and asked
you to sign his permission slip, which you had but Professor McGonagall would
not allow it. You’d tried to ensure Harry that there was still time for the
Dursley’s to sign his slip and return it before the next Hogsmeade trip in the
winter. You dug into your pocket and pulled out all the coins that you had with
you and put them into Ginny’s hand.
“What’s this for?” she asked.
“Treat yourself to some sweets at Hogsmeade, share it with the boys.” You told
her. She shook her hand and went to pass it back to you, but you covered her
hand pushed it back to her, “I’m your big sister, I’m allowed to treat you all.
Just do me a favour and get Harry something as well? I think he’ll be upset
about having to stay here.”
You said your goodbyes and finally went back to bed as the
school woke up, you’d need your rest to support Remus through the full moon.