Home, Love, Family
Request: Hello! Are requests open? Can you make a short fic/imagine where Newt is just that shy, quiet, odd himself, but the reader/a friend of his is having some trouble with their family? How would he make them feel better? If you don’t wanna write it it’s ok! Do what makes you comfortable :D
A/N: My requests are always open! Just pop them up in my ASK! But you have no idea how excited I got when I saw this because I relate to this request a lot, and I got to merge in my own experience in it! It’s also strikingly cheesy in the end, I hope you liked it! xx
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Moving from the United States of America to Great Britain was something you never planned on doing, ever. In fact, you don’t even remember the move really, it was all quite a blur.
You just remember being in a car for days and days, only to move from a place where the sun was shining endlessly, to a cloudy and dark city where people talked funny. After all, you were only four- it’s not like you would remember, right?
Although you couldn’t remember details, you could always recall being happier in the United States; and normally it was the little things that made you miss home the most. Whether it was a particular movie title or a flower, it didn’t matter, you just knew that Britain wasn’t where you belonged. That is- until you went to Hogwarts.
Suddenly your closed opinion seemed to change once you started to attend Hogwarts, suddenly you didn’t miss the feeling of home because Hogwarts was now your home, and this time, you weren’t living on a memory, you were experiencing it face to face.
Not to say that your life was a fairy tale now that magic was involved, because in reality, things were a bit harder on you. Your parents had no idea that you were a magical being, and the fact that Hogwarts, one of the best schools for Witches and Wizards, was practically in your backyard was a mere coincidence.
Your father started to suspect that your mother had an idea that you had magic within you the entire time, which is why she suggested the family move, but in reality she was just as shocked as you. A war started to break out between your parents once you received your letter. Your mother immediately gave you her blessing on leaving to pursue your magical education, but your father had different ideas.
“I don’t see why (y/n) has to go away just to learn how to pull a rabbit out of a hat!” he cried, waving his arms up, “(y/n) can easily just stay here and go to a regular school!”
At first you ignored your father, trusting that he would get used to the idea of you moving away, but he never did. In fact, he fought it until the last day, still insisting that you stay.
“I don’t want to stay.” you said calmly. “You already made me leave home, don’t stop me from finding a new one. Please.”
Your words caused your father to stare at you sadly before nodding once, “Alright.” he said, “just- be safe.”
Ever since that day, you’ve never looked back.
Upon arriving at Hogwarts you were sorted into Hufflepuff despite your worry. The Sorting Hat was quick to put you in Hufflepuff after saying, “I can see kindness in you- ah yes and a desperate cry to prove yourself- should you be in Ravenclaw? You are brilliant you know- you would do well there…oh. HUFFLEPUFF!”
Immediately after the Sorting Hat cried Hufflepuff, loud cheers and friendly faces greeted you as you were ushered to your seat where a smiling boy with honey colored eyes looked at you and smiled sheepishly. “It’s nice to meet you.” he said quietly as the next person scurried to their seat where the Sorting Hat awaited.
At first your adaptation at Hogwarts was fairly easy. It was almost too easy. You hadn’t heard from your family in weeks and as horrible as this sounded, you were quite relieved.
Whenever you would go home for the holidays however, the change was small, however it was still there.
Of course your parents were eager to see you again after so long, and as loving as the situation was, it always ended in screams.
Your sanctuary was Hogwarts and all who were in it, especially those who were in your house. Of course you had plenty of friends outside of your own house, but you always seemed to feel better whenever you were snuggled in your common room listening to the wind hit the windows softly.
It had been less than a week since your return from Christmas break, and although technically, the Winter break was still going on; you had really only been home for about three days before all hell broke loose.
You were currently sitting in the Hufflepuff common room with a pillow close to your chest. The fire was lit in front of you, providing a much needed warmth. Thoughts were firing left and right and you were trying your best to ignore it all, but no prevail.
You seemed to be lost within the fire as flashbacks of your parents arguing flooded your mind. You could hear your mother and father yelling as if they were right in front of you. “Stop trying to make things better just because (y/n) is back home! You know damn well that once (y/n) leaves it’s going to be the same.”
All at once everything seemed to crash, tears started running down your face silently as you kept your gaze focused on the flickering embers.
In fact, you were so wrapped up in your thoughts, you failed to notice a familiar face walking right in front of you. “(y/n)?” said a voice, and when you looked up startled, you were met with warm honey colored eyes.
“I’m sorry, Newt,” you muttered, quickly looking away from him almost immediately and back into the flames, “didn’t mean to ignore you.”
You heard Newt hum lightly in response, as he sat next to you on the couch, “why are you here?” he asked calmly, “I figured you’d be home with your parents.”
“I could ask the same about you.”
Letting out a small chuckle and running his fingers through his hair, “Well-” he said, “my parents are oh so proud of my older brother, and there was an opportunity in Albania for him, and instead of tagging along with them, I decided it might be better if I stayed here.”
“Oh.” you replied softly, “I’m sorry.”
“But I rather much know what’s upsetting you, (y/n). You’re always so happy and nice, it’s unsettling to see you so unhappy.”
“It’s just family issues.” you said, finally turning around to face Newt with a sad look on your face, “there’s nothing really anyone can do about it. I’m trying to do my best and ignore it, but it’s just so difficult.” you continued, “I can hear them screaming at each other in my head.”
Newt looked at his hands for a moment before he looked up at you with what you could only make out to be determination in his eyes. “I understand how difficult it is to live with pain, but you really don’t have to endure it by yourself. That’s why you have us,” Newt continued as he motioned to the entire common room. “We care about you.”
At this point tears started welling up in your eyes and you sniffled as you looked down, “I just- I can’t believe that I’m losing my family.” you replied, shakily.
“No you’re not.” Newt retorted sharply, “(y/n), you could never lose your family. No matter what, your parents will always love you. Don’t forget that okay? They love you and this school loves you. You will never lose your family, ever.”