11 | Goodnight

Prompt: Reader and Newt find out that they both got expelled for the same reason. Newt becomes fiercely protective of her. 

Rated: PG-13

Requested by @mushroompowercat: Well how about Newt comes across the reader (they are around 16/17) and finds out they have been kicked out of hogwarts for the same reason he was. He takes the reader under his wing and becomes very protective of them. 

• • •

It was a chilly day in November. Y/N's boots clacked loudly against the ground. Wind whipped her (H/L) hair around. It also made her cold, so she put her hands in the pockets of her coat. She felt one of her shoelaces become untied, so she looked down, and bent over.

Unfortunately, Y/N was not as graceful as she wished she were, so her open bag fell. Papers fluttered out, and in desperate attempt, she chased after them. Sadly, there were way too many papers, so she looked like a maniac.

"Bloody hell, this is hard," she muttered, glaring at the few strangers who casted her strange glances.

A hand tapped her on the shoulder, startling her.

"What do you want?" Y/N spat.

"I—I'm sorry, do you need some help, perhaps?" a soft, shy voice asked.

She turned to see one of the Hogwarts boys standing there. She could only recall that he was a Hufflepuff, and his name began with a 'N'. Was it Nick? Neil? Nathaniel?

In Y/N's confusion, she didn't notice that he had already gathered up all of her papers.

"Here," he said softly, handing her them.

"Why do you think I need help?" Y/N sneered, glaring at him.

He ignored her question, and instead, asked, "You're that pretty (Y/H/H) girl, right? Y/N L/N?"

Pretty. He had called her pretty. She gaped at him, and he blushed, saying, "S—sorry, but aren't you from Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, you are too, right?"

"Mmm-hmm. I'm Newt, Newt Scamander."

Y/N swore that she heard the name before, and suddenly, it came to her. "Oh, the boy that got expelled?"

"Yeah. And you got expelled, too, right? And, er, may I ask, for what reason?"

Y/N smiled sadly, and whispered, "My—my friend Mark wanted me to show him some of the beasts in the Forbidden Forest, and—let's just say, things didn't work the way I hoped it would, and he nearly got expelled. But I took the blame."

Newt looked at her with a sympathetic glance, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"Why? It's not even your fault," she shrugged. 

He was silent for a few moments, and told her, "I got expelled for a similar reason. My friend Leta did a dangerous experiment on someone, and instead of seeing her go, I told them that it was my fault."

"Seems like we're pretty similar," Y/N laughed dryly. 

Newt was unsure of whether to laugh or to keep silent. He decided to go with the latter. 

Seeing that he was silent, she asked, "Do you have anywhere to stay?"

He shook his head, looking down, embarrassed. 

"Geez, how have you been surviving all this time?" Y/N exclaimed, and added, "But I know a very good friend who I've been living with."

"Really?"

"Of course! Now come along, we don't have all day. It's going to get dark soon."

• • •

"Well, this is it," Y/N sighed, standing in front of an average-looking house. For a house, it was a bit small, but for a cottage, it was extremely spacious. 

"Not bad," Newt said. But inside, he was in awe. His house was much smaller than this.

She took out her keys, and unlocked the door. It creaked as it opened. 

The room was richly furnished. Large velvet couches were placed near a fireplace. Elegant wooden tables were put around the room, giving it a sophisticated feeling. 

On one table, a picture of a woman with a stern face stood. She was nodding. Her hair was pinned up in a simple bun, and she was wearing a plain grey dress with a large black brooch.

Y/N saw Newt staring, and told him, "Oh, that's my Aunt Nina. This house is hers."

"Your aunt? She doesn't look like you."

Suddenly, Y/N's face dropped. "S--she was a good friend of my mother's."

"Was?"

"My mother--she passed away a few years ago, along with my father."

"I'm sorry," Newt mumbled. 

"Stop apologizing for something you can't control!"

"Sorry," he muttered again by accident. 

Y/N started laughing again, and this time, he joined in. 

"So, when is your aunt coming home?" Newt asked, twiddling with his scarf. 

"In a month."

"What?"

"She says that it's some fancy business trip or something like that," Y/N shrugged, "I don't really mind."

Newt could tell that she was lying, about the part where she didn't care. "I'll keep you company, I mean, obviously. I have nowhere else to go!"

"Who said that you're keeping me company for the whole month?" she joked. 

"Wh-what? I'm not?"

"It's a joke, Scamander," Y/N replied, and, seeing his confused expression, added, "I joke a lot. You can tell when I am and when I'm not."

"I can't."

She sighed, and said, "Anyways, settle down. You've got that heavy leather case there."

"Where should I go?" Newt asked. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "Silly me, I haven't shown you around the house yet."

Y/N made her way to her room, and said, "This is my room, and you can usually find me here."

Newt poked his head through the doorway, and was pleasantly surprised. The walls were painted a flowery design, and a fluffy rug was on the wooden floor. Her bed was average. It had a large (F/C) comforter thrown over it, and a white pillow. A table sat in the corner, littered with papers. 

"Sorry about that," she mumbled, "I don't usually have visitors."

"It's no problem. Mine is usually much messier than that."

Y/N smiled. "I can imagine." She led him out of that room, and into a small one. 

"Nice bathroom," he commented. However, it was actually much like his. The room was completely white -- white floor tiles, white wall, white sink, white bathtub, white curtain, and, obviously, white toilet. 

"Aunt Nina has her own, but it's actually out of order right now, and I don't really know a spell to repair it," Y/N told him. 

She also showed him the entertainment room. "It's not much, but it's enough to satisfy Aunt Nina, I guess."

The entertainment room looked warm and fancy. The walls and floor was brown, and there were many bookshelves. A couch was in the middle of the room, not far away from a shining grand piano. 

"Yeah, Aunt Nina spends all of her money here," Y/N laughed, "As you can see, it's very luxurious compared to all of the other rooms."

"Do you live here alone?" Newt suddenly blurted. 

"Um, yeah, when Aunt Nina's not here. She doesn't like people messing with her things, and there aren't many servants who know magic, and those books," here, she gestured at the shelves, "Contain very valuable information that Muggles do not need to know."

"Oh, I see."

"And before you ask, yes, you can read them, as long as you return them to their original place."

"I wasn't going to ask that."

"Oh, yes you were."

"No, I-- never mind. Do you play the piano?" he asked, changing the topic. 

"Used to. But since my parents..." her voice trailed off. 

Newt turned to look at her, only to see tears welling up in her (E/C) eyes. "Don't cry, Y/N. I shouldn't have asked that."

"I'm fine," she whispered, but a tear trickled out of her left eye. 

He stood there, unsure of how to act. "Do you, um, want a hug or something?"

This made Y/N laugh through her tears. "Sure, you goofball."

Awkwardly, he stiffly put his arms around her. She melted into the hug, but she saw a certain book on the shelf. She remembered that it was her mother's favorite, and that she had given it to Aunt Nina before she died. 

Suddenly, Y/N's sobs magnified, causing Newt to worry. 

"Am I doing anything wrong?" Newt asked, panicking, "Am I hurting you or something?" He tried to release her, but she held on too tightly. 

"No, don't move. You're not doing anything wrong," she said firmly, tears falling onto his shoulder, dampening the material.

And Newt comfortingly patted her on the back, as she cried her heart out in his arms.

• • •

"Do you know how to make chicken sandwiches?" Newt asked, attempting to chop up the tomatoes. 

"Um, since I'm making them right now, I assume yes, genius," Y/N replied, rolling her eyes. 

Newt was mesmerized by her--how her hair fell into her face, how her eyes twinkled when she laughed, and how beautiful she was, although she had a broken past. 

"Earth to Newt," a voice interrupted him. He blinked, and saw a hand waving in front of his face. "Anyone there?"

"Oh," he stuttered, "S-sorry. I z-zoned out."

"As I was saying, then you add the lettuce, and--hand me the tomatoes that you're cutting Newt; thanks-- put the tomatoes on top..."

Newt zoned out once more, but this time, stared at her. Her voice was muted to his ears, and he pretended to nod along. Oh, her face was so beautiful. And the way her mouth opened, too! She was so graceful...

Once again, she caught him. "Um, Newt, I don't think that you want the mayo. It doesn't taste so good in this recipe."

"Huh? I never said that I wanted mayo."

"You just nodded when I asked you."

"Why'd you ask me if it's not good?" he asked, confused. 

"I was joking."

"Oh, okay. Whatever you say."

Y/N opened her mouth, about to say something, but closed it instead. 

• • •

"Dinner was lovely. And the tomato soup was delicious, Y/N. You should be a cook!" Newt complimented her, scrubbing the dishes. 

"Magic helps," she replied modestly, handing him an expensive plate. 

They worked fast together. While Newt washed the dishes, Y/N wiped the table and mopped the floor. She was humming a light tune. 

"Why are you singing an Irish song?" Newt asked, recognizing the melody. 

"Because I can. And I'm humming, not singing."

He raised his eyebrows, and wiped off the final plate. putting it in the cupboard. 

Y/N washed quickly, so that Newt could use the bathroom after her. Finally, she put on a balm for her lips, and exited the washroom, calling, "I'm done!"

Newt washed even quicker than her. It only took him five minutes to get done. 

They said goodnight to each other. Y/N went to her room, while Newt went into the kitchen to get some water. 

However, Y/N could not reach her favorite book on the top shelf. It was her favorite, and she needed it to sleep.

"Need help?" a voice asked from her doorway. 

She turned, and saw that it was Newt. "Geez, you scared me!" she exclaimed, and added, "But it would be helpful if you could help me get that book from the top shelf..."

He grinned, and effortlessly got the book for her. "Hans Christian Andersen?"

"Yeah, I'm kind of into Muggle fairytales..."

"Nice. Goodnight, Y/N," he said, smiling at her, and turned to exit. 

"Wait!" Y/N said suddenly, causing him to freeze. "I know that this sounds childish, but... can you stay with me for a while? I'm kind of, you know, afraid of the dark."

Newt didn't reply for a long time. Y/N L/N, afraid? 

She sighed, and whispered, "Never mind. Goodn--"

"No, no, it's fine," he said quickly, "I'll stay with you."

Y/N smiled and said softly, "Thank you, Newt." Then, she dragged a chair next to the bed and gestured him to sit. 

Newt turned off the light, while she turned on the small reading-lamp. 

"I know that I'm asking a little bit much--but can you read for me, perhaps?"

He smiled at her, and replied, "Of course. Anything you want." And so he began. 

And the Tree beheld all the beauty of the flowers, and the freshness in the garden; he beheld himself, and wished he had remained in his dark corner in the loft; he thought of his first youth in the wood, of the merry Christmas-eve, and of the little Mice who had listened with so much pleasure to the story of Humpy-Dumpy.

"'Tis over -- 'tis past!" said the poor Tree. "Had I but rejoiced when I had reason to do so! But now 'tis past, 'tis past!"

And the gardener's boy chopped the Tree into small pieces; there was a whole heap lying there. The wood flamed up splendidly under the large brewing copper, and it sighed so deeply! Each sigh was like a shot, he said, and glanced at Y/N. 

She was asleep, with her eyes closed. She looked so peaceful there, at rest. 

Newt closed the book, and placed it on her table. 

"Goodnight, Y/N," he whispered, brushing her hair back and kissing her forehead. 

He closed the lights and left the room without a sound. 

Y/N, in her dreams, felt someone's lips pressed against her forehead, and smiled. 

Goodnight, Newt, she thought.

• • •

A/N: I'm not really sure if this is what you wanted, but I really couldn't come up with anything else. I hoped that you enjoyed it!

p.s. thanks to all my 'happy birthday' wishers! Seriously, my readers are so sweet!

p.p.s. to all my other requesters, I'm so, so, so sorry! I have a history project due next week and I'm not even halfway done! I'll try to get your requests done ASAP!

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