Missing in Action
Status: Continuation of “Bad Idea”
A/n: This ended up being SO fecking long and I got really carried away :)))
When you first went away, Newt knew it was going to be difficult with you not being around in the beginning. The letters seemed to take ages to arrive, and it was far too quiet inside your cozy apartment.
The creatures even seemed to be tense because of the vibe Newt was constantly giving off. He worked late into the night, trying to keep himself occupied. The only time he ever seemed to relax was whenever a letter finally came.
After a month had passed, Newt had adjusted much better. He was able to focus, taking your previous advice and pretending as if you weren’t on a potentially dangerous case.
It ended up helping him greatly, his whole mood had lifted and the time it took for a letter from you felt like nothing now.
One morning, Newt had made himself a cup of tea as he did every morning when he heard something hit against the window.
His head turned to the side and he saw an owl flapping outside, instantly setting his cup down on the counter befoee opening the window, slightly flinching back whenever he saw the downpour of rain.
“Hello there.” Newt said, reaching out and taking the letter the owl was holding. Although his attention was immediately caught by the seal of the Ministry of Magic.
Newt dug into his pocket and gave the owl a small treat before closing the window up again and staring down at the closed letter.
It was a little soggy from the rain but he could still manage to break the seal without tearing any of the paper.
He paused for a second before unfolding the parchment that was inside. All of your previous letters were sent by a personal messenger, and the only reason the Ministry would have to reach him would be about you.
It took him a second to gather himself enough to unfold the paper. Reading whatever information was written on it would make things real, and his imaginary set up that everything was okay would be ruined.
But with a heavy sigh he quickly unfolded the letter and started to read.
At first he was skimming through, trying to finish it as quickly as possible, but then he saw a particular setenc before everything stopped.
“It is with our greatest displeasure to inform you that Auror (Y/n) (L/n) has been officially declared missing in action”
He reread the letter dozens of times before it actually started to reigster in his head what was happening.
Apparently, you and small group of aurors had attempted to locate any evidence from one of the several places Grindelwald had attacked somewhere in Eastern Germany. But while following a lead the whole lot of you vanished into thin air, leaving no traces behind.
It said the Ministry had sent out another group to investigate, but as of now they couldn’t release any other information but they would keep him updated on any further progress.
And at that point Newt couldn’t tell if he was on the verge of a panic attack or a fit of rage because he steadily placed the letter on the table and took severa steps away from it.
Couldn’t release any further information? What kind of thing is that to put in a letter telling someone their loved one was missing?
Newt’s eyes fell on the letter again, placing his hand over his mouth as his mind went a mile a minute.
He took very little solace in telling himself there was a good chance you were still alive, he was positive had the Ministry already had that infomation they would have told him.
So he did what he always did whenever he needed to calm down. He pulled his case from where it sat on the coffee table and stumbled down into his shack.
Once there he immediately let out a small sob, covering his mouth with his sleeve so as to stop more.
But it was loud enough to capture the attention of several of his creatures, one in particular being Pickett, who still resided in his coat pocket which was placed on the rack.
Pickett peaked his head outside, noticing the way Newt’s shoulders shook as he silently started to cry, and instantly he crawled over to the work desk and climbed to the top.
Newt eyes shifted to the small plant creature sitting at the edge of the table, looking up at him.
Pickett had always been one of your favorites since he was more small and gentle, and if anything one of less impressive of Newt’s collection.
Newt reached up and wiped at his eyes, breathing in deeply as he held hand out for Pickett to climb upon.
“No need to worry, everything will be fine.” He said, both for himself and the Pickett.
And Newt really tried to keep that mindset for the first couple of weeks. Telling himself that you had never broken a promise before, and you said you would come back to him.
But after three months passed and several Ministry letters telling him they were still following several leads, but all of them eventually ending up nowhere started to break his hope.
Newt rarely left his case, only ever returning to see if there was any news. It had originally been your apartment before you offered him to stay with you. And it hadn’t changed since then, everything was left the way you had decorated it and it was starting to become a little to much to look at.
He read the small stack of letters you had sent him every now and then when times were hitting a particularly rough spot and he now kept them on or close by at all times.
You weren’t a fan of having your own picture taken, so this was the closest thing he had to a photograph of you.
He had decided to step out of his case and tidy up the apartment, knowing that you would have killed him if you saw the state he had left it in.
And he must have fallen asleep on the armchair because the next thing he remembered was being pulled from his sleep at a few knocks on the door.
He blinked, looking around and seeing that he was sitting in the living room, and it was still dark outside.
Newt stood up from seat walking towards the door and pulling the door open, about to tell off whoever was disrupting him so late in the night.
But his entire mind froze whenever he saw you leaning against the doorframe, scratches along your forehead and a very tired expression on your face.
“Well hello to you to.” You said tiredly with small grin as he stared at you. “Didn’t you get the-”
Your words instantly died in your throat as Newt pulled you into a hug, his grip desperate and vice like as he held you impossibly close, burrying his head into your neck as he let out several sobs.
You regained your balance, ignore the slight pain at your side as you closed the front door, reaching up and softly running your hands through the hair at the back of his neck. “I know.” Was all you said to him.
And for a few minutes you let him hold onto you as he cried, knowing he must have pented up all the emotion these past months.
“Didn’t you recieve the letter saying I was being sent home?” You asked him quietly.
He shook his head, lifting it so he could look down at you. “I’m afraid I stopped looking at the mail recently, all it ever seemed to be was bad news.”
You brushed away the tears in his eyes. “I must say I wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction from you.”
Newt placed his hand on your wrist, leaning his check into it. “I thought you were dead, what kind of reaction were you expecting.”
“Well a lot of yelling and maybe a few I told you so’s throwing into it.” You told him with a small smile.
Newt laughed, shaking his head. “It crossed my mind a few times, yes.”
You sighed tiredly, letting your eyes close. “I do feel rather tired.”
Newt lifted his head. “Oh yes, are you okay?” He asked, looking at the scratch on your head.
“I’m fine, St. Mungo’s wouldn’t have let me go unless everything was stable, but I am rather tired.”
“Of course, then we’ll get you to bed.” He said, adjusting himself so he could help you walk to your room.
“Well no, I’ve only just got here and I’m sure you have several questions for me.”
Newt gently laid you on the bed, helping you get situated before he sat on the edge of it. “I would like to know where you ended up.“ He asked, turning on the beside lamp.
“Well, there ended up being a portkey there that took us off radar, we didn’t even know where we were for a long time. Apparently it was some desolate island in the middle of nowhere. There was an anti-apparating charm placed on the whole perimeter to that closed off that option. So we kept setting off signals and eventually someone saw it, then the rest is history.”
Newt nodded, reaching up and brushing the hair out of your eyes. “Well I am terribly glad you’re home.”
You nodded, turning your head to rest against the pillow as your eyes started to flutter open and shut. “I hope you didn’t fret too much.”
“Don’t worry about me, let’s focus on you getting better. I must say though my creatures have also missed you terribly.” A small smile fell on your face as your eyes closed, still listening to what he was saying.
“I must apologize to them soon. But tell me what you’ve done.“
Newt began filling you in on what you missed, and at first you responded with small hums to let him know you were listening. But he quickly noticed you had fallen asleep soon after that.
He smiled, feeling an endless amount of joy as he looked at you, alive and breathing safely back home.
Kicking off his shoes, Newt shifted himself so he now laid beside you, gently pulling you into his arms and closing his eyes as he felt the rise and fall of your chest.
You were home.
And everything was okay.