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The White Owl (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Prompt: In which the reader turns into an owl and Newt is absolutely oblivious.  Also includes a sassy!Frank.

Word Count: 3111

A/N: I wrote this entirely to spite my sister who is taking forever on writing her Newt x reader.

I first met him when the Goldstein sisters invited him over.  Now, I was his assistant.  He took me in when he started writing his book and became so busy with it that he needed help with his creatures.

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Imagine Newt Scamander rescuing Borrowers from both Wizard and human homes; both species generally view them as pests (wizards) or think they’re some kind of pest, mistaking them for rodents or bugs due to food being taken (humans). Newt poses as an “exterminator” so that he can gain access to these homes and gather up Borrowers who are willing to leave, so that they have a safe home in his case.

Newt Scamander X Reader - Only Friend Part 3 of 3

Description – The reader has to deal with Newt’s expulsion.

A/N – Tis done and now I can’t help but think of a possible series of one-shots… I have problems with this nerdy little cupcake, please send help.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

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Originally posted by hardyness

You pelted through the empty hallways of Hogwarts at full speed, barely aware of the tears that stung your cheeks; all you were aware of was your need to find Newt. Fortunately, most other students were in classes and the ones that weren’t seemed to be elsewhere, leaving the hallways clear for your search. You had been heading to class when you’d heard the ghosts talking of what could be Newt’s expulsion, and although you didn’t know what had caused it, you were resolute in your need to stop it from happening.

“Ooooooh. Lookie what we have here, a student out of class, my, my, that is naughty now isn’t it.” The puckish voice of Peeves the Poltergeist resounded around you. “It would be a shame if a teacher found you.”

“Peeves!” You exclaimed agitatedly. “I don’t have time for you right now, I have to find-”

“That ickle snot Newt-y.” Peeves flew through a disgruntled painting, hovering in front of you.

“Do you know where he is?”

Peeves laughed derisively at your request for help, “Ickle Newt is getting the boot.”

Anger flared inside you, “Ugh, enough of this, where is he?”

“I could tell you or I could call the teachers because a certain student is skipping classes.”

“You can’t do that.”

“I can do anything I want and no little snot nose is going to stop me.” Peeves cupped his hands over his mouth, ready to holler until a teacher came.


The poltergeist inspected you maliciously, waiting for your last words before making good on his promise.

“I know where the caretaker hid an entire supply of dung bombs and Filibuster fireworks, if you tell me where Newt is, I’ll tell you where those are, deal?”

Peeves flashed a wicked grin, “Troublesome Newt-y boy is in your common room, your turn.”

“Caretaker hid the stuff in the staff room coat cupboard, I saw when I was last there.”

Peeves didn’t bother with you any further, he flew away through the walls, clearly eager to cause further mayhem. You meanwhile, headed straight for the common room, hoping that Peeves had kept his end of the bargain and told the truth.

Much to your relief, Newt was indeed in the common room, he had taken to wearing his everyday robes, and his suitcase was at his feet as he whispered comforting words to the Augurey’s inside; the two of you had taken to hiding the bird’s in the case when you found that they wailed before rainfall.

“Now, now babies, it’s okay, mummies right here, no need to worry.” Newt whispered soothingly into the case.

“Newt.” You approached, he jolted in shock, turning to face you with doleful eyes.


“Tell me it isn’t true Newt, tell me the ghosts are wrong and you haven’t been expelled.”

“I… I can’t.”

“Why? What happened? I don’t under-”

“(Y/N), please don’t make this harder. I- I don’t really want to say how this happened… it was more of an unfortunate event really and, well, now I have to face the consequences.”

“No. Look, I can go to the headmaster, I can tell him you didn’t do anything, I can-”

“Dumbledore already tried that and he’s a teacher, I don’t think there’s anything else to do now.”

Frustration gnawed at you due to the helpless situation, “We can’t just accept this.”

“What else is there to do?”

Fresh tears blurred your vision, you closed the gap between yourself and Newt, gripping him in a tight hug as your tears soaked his shirt. Newt was left speechless, he had seen you cry before but never at his expense. He fought his own tears, all the while stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head for what could be the last time; he had already settled on the fact that once he left Hogwarts you would forget the childish romance you had shared and move on to somebody else… somebody better.

After your hideous sobs subsided into minor weeping, you managed to speak through shaky breaths, “Are they going to destroy your wand?”

“No, Dumbledore convinced the ministry to apprentice me for two years; so long as I do everything they say, I’ll be free to keep my wand.”

“So, you’re stuck here… What about travelling though? It’s your dream.”

“I will travel… just after my apprenticeship. For now, I suppose I should lay low and follow orders… It could be worse.”

You pulled away slightly to look at Newt, “Promise me something.”

Newt searched your face, his brow creasing, “Anything.”

“Promise… Promise you’ll wait for me.”

“What?! No. (Y/N), that’s mad. Y-Y-You’ll have m-moved on with your life by th-then. F-found someone else to be with.”

You shook your head, “No… not after everything we’ve been through. Newt, I- I love you.”

Newt really did want to cry now, he had fantasised so often of you saying those words in dreams of dates, meeting parents, and marriage; they all rotated around those three words. Yet now you were saying them, he felt selfish for stealing them, as if you were only saying them because he had prevented you from meeting someone else.

He let go of you, pushing you away gently, “N-no (Y/N), there are m-millions of other p-people for y-you-”

“Millions of people but only one you. You’re all I want Newt… please wait for me.”

“I- I’m sor-”

“Newton Artemis Fido Scamander,” Your voice still cracked when speaking, “I love you.”

Newt quivered at hearing his name in full. While he would’ve argued further he was incapable of doing so as your lips crashed against his. Newt still held no hope of retaining your love, however, with your soft lips against his, he couldn’t resist the idea that you could want him, even if it would fade after he left.

“I love you too.” He murmured, after pulling away from you once more.

“So, you’ll wait?”


“Thank you.”

The two of you stood for a while, content in the silence until disturbed by the clearing of a throat behind you. You turned to see Professor Dumbledore at the barrel entrance, it was the first time you’d ever seen him in black robes and without his usual smile; it was disconcerting knowing he was there to escort Newt out of Hogwarts.

“Excuse my interruption,” Dumbledore spoke solemnly, “but alas the time has come for Mr Scamander to leave Hogwarts. However, seeing as nobody else is here to notice my arrival, I will give to two of you five more minutes to say your goodbye’s. Mr Scamander, I will wait outside the common room, I’m sorry it has come to this.”

Dumbledore left as swiftly as he had entered, giving the two of you a final moment as promised.

Newt faced you once more, “I suppose this is-”

“Wait- Before you speak, I have to give you Steve and Lucy.” You referred to the Augureys that had marked you as their mother on the night of the Christmas ball.

“What? (Y/N) no, they’re your-”

“I know but we can’t split up a family Newt, besides, they’re old enough to be away from me and they know you. I don’t want to do this but I just know they’ll be found here without your case and then what’ll happen? They’ll be thrown out of the castle where they won’t survive because they’re hand reared.”

Newt thought through your reasoning, it was true that his case hid their mournful wails that announced the arrival of rain, “Are you sure?”

“I trust you to take care of our children Newt. Give it two years and I’ll be back for them, then we can travel the world and learn about everything else, just like we planned. Wait a sec and I’ll get them from my room.”

Newt nodded, hoping silently that you would take forever so he could delay saying goodbye. While he waited, he examined the common room that he used to be so uncomfortable with, now it held memories of the two of you after all the other students went to bed. There was the desk that you always treated his injuries at, the fireplace where the two of you would complete homework on cold nights, the sofa where you often rested on him, and the dormitory doors where you would kiss him goodnight before returning to your own room. A bittersweet blush crept to his cheeks, although you hadn’t accepted that it was goodbye for good, he had; a lot could change in two years and while he would wait for you as promised, he still held no hope that you would be there at the end.

Two years later, true to his word, Newt stood awkwardly outside the Leaky Cauldron waiting for you. He had never been surrounded by so many muggles before but he remained in the uncomfortable situation in-case you couldn’t find him in the unusually crowded pub; apparently, some team or other had won the Quidditch world cup and wizards all over the country were celebrating as a result.

In the time since his expulsion Newt had avoided seeing you so he wouldn’t accidentally let slip how much he hated his job in the ministry. Besides, although he thought of you daily, he worried that if he saw you again he would find himself in the same place he had been on the day he had to say goodbye; despite the fact that he was ready to be done with love, it certainly wasn’t done with him.

You waded through the London crowds, eager to get to the Leaky Cauldron where you could finally reunite with Newt. During your time at Hogwarts, you often sent him letters to tell him how things were going and ask how he and the Augureys were doing; you rarely got responses which led you to wonder if he had received any of the letters. The pub’s front was only a few feet in front of you, you broke into a huge grin when you saw the unmistakable form of Newt, he had grown much since leaving, but there was still no mistaking his wavy, honey hair and cumbersome posture; what really made you smile was that he still sported the black bow-tie you had given him.

As if he felt himself being watched, Newt turned his gaze to you before shaking his head, looking away, and doing a double take. He tilted his head to the side, searching your face as you made your way over; he had never seen you in muggle clothes before, they made you look different… amazing even.

No Newt.” He reprimanded himself wordlessly, “(S)he’s here out of courtesy to say how foolish we were and that we’re not going to travel together anymore. I’m going to be alone… again. That’s okay though right? People find me annoying anyway, I wouldn’t want to drag (Y/N) down; it’s not like we’re kids in Hogwarts anymore.

“Newt,” You ran over excitedly, pulling him into an all too familiar hug, “Man, I missed you.”

Newt remained ridged in your arms, his hands hovered uncertainly behind your back, clearly unsure of whether to return the hug. “(Y-Y/N).” He stuttered, suddenly feeling unprepared; he hadn’t expected the same warm reception that you had always given him at school.

You let go, realising how strange it must have felt for him, after all it had been a long time for you to be apart. “Wanna go somewhere? We can go wherever you want, I know you don’t care for people too much.”

“R-right um, I have a r-room in the L-leaky Cauldron, can we t-talk up there?”

“Sure, so long as I get to see my Augureys, you better have taken good care of them.” You winked, proceeding to follow him in.

The room that Newt had acquired was shabbier than expected, fitting in completely with the image the Leaky Cauldron upheld; from the looks of it you wondered if Newt had even slept in it at all, it appeared unused.

“I um, was going to w-wait till later to s-show you this but the Augureys- yes, the A-Augureys are this way.”

Newt opened his case on the floor, stepping inside and motioning for you to follow before disappearing. You complied, keen to see the creatures you had so sorely missed. Upon reaching the bottom of the case’s ladder your eyes were agog at the work Newt had done inside the case. There was now a wooden room with a cot, desk, and shelf which was empty except for a few common potion ingredients.

You examined the cot, “Is this where-”

“I’ve been staying? Y-yes, I um didn’t want the Augureys to get too lonely so…”

“Did you build all of this?”

At your apparent enthusiasm, Newt felt able to speak with more confidence just like he used to. It was like he was slipping into an old routine, “Yes, I also added a room for the Augureys so they can fly in the rain.”

“That’s incredible, and your desk, that’s where-”

“Where I can write my book, and do my research.”

“Excuse you, I think you mean our research.”


“Okay sure, I’ll admit that you’re the brains behind this but I didn’t forget what you’ve taught me and I expect that I’ll be doing a fair bit of research too when we leave.”

“I don’t- um, we?”

“Yeah, you remember right? I said wait for me, I presumed since you’re here today that you wanted to travel together like we always said… unless you don’t and I’m in the way right now.”

“N-no, it’s just- I mean it’s- Why haven’t you moved on?”

A poignant smile reached your face at Newt’s clear distress, you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Look, I get that you’ve probably moved on from me and I get that we can’t be in the same place we were but… Well, it doesn’t change the fact that I still believe in you and in your work. Back in school, you inspired me Newt, I’ll never forget the night we spent in a storm protecting my- our children, or the passion in your eyes when you spoke about where you would go first. I want to be a part of that, if you’ll let me.”

“…I want that too.” He murmured. “Can you really live your life camping and never knowing what’s coming next though?”

“That’s what’ll make life an adventure.”

You reached up to caress Newt’s cheek, he had come intimately close to you without noticing. At your touch, he didn’t freeze or pull away, instead he gazed down at you with the dawning realisation that he most definitely still loved you and from the way you were standing there was a chance that you felt the same. While he wasn’t ready to be as forward as before, he now held the hope that your work together would bring you close again; it would certainly provide plenty of opportunities, so long as he could work up the courage once again.

“Right then, when shall we go?”

“Whenever you’re ready Mr Scamander.”

Submission from thebloggerknownasgeeknip:

I’ve noticed something that is perhaps unintentional in the three most iconic fics of yours I’ve enjoyed. In terms of archetypes, I feel like:

Aziraphale -> Hermann -> Oswald (stuffier, more into rules, more stable)

Crowley -> Newt G. -> Ed (more recent trauma, more anarchic, more flair, less stable, wants more attention, louder, varying degrees of subby)

Pippa -> Lu -> Olga (maternal figures to main pair)

Mandy -> Ming -> Caroline (closer to Crowley -> Newt -> Ed)

Sophia -> Ming (she fits both slots) -> Vee (closer to A -> H -> O, though not by much)

Raphael -> Hannibal -> Zsasz (annoying, powerful Alpha types, but with their hearts in the right place)

Does that make sense? If true, it’s pretty cool. If not, this graduated English major needs to go play outside a bit. 

First of all, wow.  Thank you, @thebloggerknownasgeeknip, for taking the time to do something that I had earmarked as an exercise I should undertake for fun myself ever since AshamedOfReadingAboutVillains!Anon made that Gotham/PR parallel-passages submission a couple weeks ago.  I have such kind, engaging readers!

It makes a lot of sense, especially if you take into account that I frequently deal in families of circumstance and found families (to me, the two aren’t always the same thing, and I work with a mix of the two).  The hugest revelation in here is the Raphael (CoT ‘Verse) -> Hannibal Chau (Anthology) -> Victor Zsasz (WYFIR) parallel, because it is the one set through which I would never have connected the dots.  That Raphael is the same archetype as the other two guys blows my mind, but you’re 100% correct!  Maybe it’s that he’s one of my OCs; I’m less likely to consciously assign archetypes to them than I am to pre-existing characters in the various media I work with.

Crucio pt. 2 || Newt Scamander x Reader

Originally posted by dailyfantasticbeastsgifs

A sharp ringing filled your ears as you opened your eyes slowly, your vision slightly blurry as you looked around in confusion.

You seemed to be in some sort of cell underground, as you could see what looked like a dimly lit carver, that had cells on the surrounding walls. 

Your body screamed in pain as you sat up gingerly, and when you tried to stand, you realised you were chained up to the wall behind you. 

“Damn it…” you groaned, tugging at the chains, but wincing as your body protested. Your vision began to clear.

Panic started to fill you as you looked around again, eyes sweeping the cells and fear flooded you as you realised you were the only one down here for as far as the eye can see. 

‘How long have i been down here?’ you wondered, slumping back against the wall in defeat.

“HELLO?!” You yelled, before listening to see if there was a reply. There wasn’t. You closed your eyes as you felt your heart sink as you realised nobody would hear you from where you were. But you were wrong. 

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