Trigger Warning- Mentions of Abuse

Spending time with Newt always put a smile on your face when not much else in the world was able to do it. Not only having him there by your side but also having the opportunity to help out with the creatures he was caring for. Most of them you had only heard of in the books you had read at school, none of which you had come face to face with outside of a classroom setting- well not until you had met Newt anyway.

Although you were a witch and married to a wizard, you had never imagined anything like Newt's case to have ever existed especially not with the amazing creatures that were living inside it. Although you did have other responsibilities, you took as much time as he would allow to visit him and assist him with the creatures you loved dearly along with spending some time with your close friend.

Focused on feeding some of the creatures, you were hastily knocked out of your thoughts by Newt raising his voice at a misbehaving animal. With a sharp scream, you dropped the bucket you had been carrying, in a terrified shock.

Newt turned to you looking concerned. He went to rest a hand to your arm, but you jumped away from his touch.

"Are you okay?" He asked raising his hands lightly as he did when one of his creatures was scared to show he wasn't a threat.

"Yeah," you nodded with a fake smile that you had spent too long learning, rubbing a hand over your arm. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. It always is."

His eyebrows furrowed at what you had said. He wasn't sure what you mean and it worried him that you were behaving so peculiarly.

"What was your fault?" He asked.

"I dropped the bucket. I deserved to be shouted at. I'm a failure. I can't do anything right," you said as though the words had been rehearsed.

Newt shook his head.

"No. I raised my voice at Frank, not you, then you dropped the bucket. It wasn't your fault. You certainly aren't a failure, especially not for this," He said softly still attempting to approach you.

"I'm sorry. I'm wrong. I'm always wrong," you whispered, your tears beginning to fall from your eyes, your nails digging into the skin of your arm.

Hesitantly he rested a hand on your arm. This time you didn't move away instead you broke down in tears.

"Why do you think like that?" He asked gently. "Who has said these things to you?"

Your words were broken in between your sobs.

"He says it a lot. He always tells me how worthless I am. I do everything I think is right but it never is. I'm never good enough. Nothing I do is ever good enough," you whimpered.

Newt wrapped his arms around you allowing you to cry into his shirt. You hated being seen so weak but you needed the comfort that you never received from home.

"Your husband? He says these things?" He asked.

Your marriage was loveless. You imagined that there was love at some point but as soon as you had been married he made it impossible to hold a smile on your face, never seemingly being happy with anything that you do.

"Yes... I am so scared Newt. He says things... bad things and I don't know if he means them or if he is going to act upon them... I just... I don't know what to do anymore," you cried.

He cooed to your softly trying to calm you down.

"It's going to be okay. I promise you it will be okay. I will keep you safe. It will be okay," he assured. 

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Written by Charlotte.