Scott Scamander

You might have heard of my Mum and Dad. Hufflepuff. Animal Protector. Goofball.

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[AU] Late Night Txt

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Andromeda was always excited to see Scott, he was her favorite  person in the world and it always made her smile when they were together. She knew she had to keep it a secret, maybe even her distance but she couldn’t bring herself to stop seeing Scott.

Carefully she moved into the classroom and smiled broadly when she saw her friend, “Fancy seeing you here this late.” she teased closing the door behind her.

Scott looked over at her as he jumped down from the desk so he was standing up. “What a coincidence” he smiled fondly at her. “Bob fell asleep but he sends his best wishes” he shrugged before grinning at her. 

He wasn’t the most confident when it came to talking to people he actually liked. When it was a joke he was all flashy smiles and an act. Yet when it actually meant something he was a bundle of nerves and shy smiles. 

“I haven’t seen you round as much, that’s because Professor Slughorn has held me up a few times for assignments” he murmured softly.

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[AU] Late Night Txt

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Andromeda had never been so excited to receive a text in her life, she was sure her mother would hate it but every time the little bell ran she couldn’t help but smile and her hands itched to take her phone and read it. However she needed to wait until she was alone because her texts came from Scott Scamander, a sixth year Hufflepuff that had the wrong reputation and a lovely side that made Andromeda fall for him day after day.

She had just receive the cutest text ever, Scott had taking a picture of Bob because ‘he misses you’ and Andromeda swoon at each word. How could he be so adorable?

“If he misses me so much he should see me. How does the empty classroom in the second floor looks like?” she texted back hoping he would agree.

Sixth year at Hogwarts was always a busy time. That was the same for the Scamander boy. Scott had tried to sit still and actually knuckle down for his studies. He wanted to do his best for his family more than anything.

He’d gotten a lot closer with his friend Andromeda. Interestingly, text conversations were taking an turn with the context. He’d always flirted with Andromeda; whether it be serious or playful was unsure.

“He’ll be there” he replied before putting on his trainers. He got through the corridors quickly as it was the quiet time after curfew. Heading over to the classroom as he pushed open the door and checked it was actually empty. Sitting up on a desk as he waited for Andy to arrive.

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Magical Maladies: 1994 (Andy&Scott)

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“I don’t care if I sound like your mother, I care that you get the best care you can get. Wouldn’t you do that for the people you love?” she asked looking at him hoping she would get that across, this was something serious and he was just being childish.

“I know that, but what if you go back and start feeling horrible again? then what? who is going to help you in the middle of nowhere?” if her worries wouldn’t work then she would use his creatures, he needed to see that this might be not over and he needed to accept help as much as he disliked it.

“Even so you need to be on top of what he does, letting him be more independent doesn’t mean you stop staying on top of things. It means you guide him even if you don’t do things for him.”

“I’m taking the bowtruckle back if you don’t start listening to me, you are not a child Scott. You have a child and he needs you, the creatures need you, I fucking need you, so you need to listen to me even if you don’t like that I’m mothering you.” she added severely, “Stay put,, I’ll go ask and be right back. You climb this bed, and I swear to Merlin I’ll tie you up to it. Do you hear me Scamander?”

Scott looked over at her as he was always impressed by Andy’s intent and ability to seek the very best for her loved ones. “Yeah I would.”

Glancing away for a moment as he knew she was right but Scott always felt incredibly uncomfortable in serious situations. He hid his feelings behind smiles and attitude. “Alright, alright” he murmured.

“Andy I know what I’m doing” he looked up at her genuinely. Nobody wanted to be told they were a bad parent. He did everything for that boy and more. “We had a chat and he wants this. He’s fine” he told her honestly.

He’d never been like that with Andy before. He adored her and he’d never deflected her or firmly disagreed before. However, Rolf was the most important thing in the world to him. He would never let that boy down.

“Alright, but I don’t wanna lie down” he mumbled and made sure the Bowtruckle was secure and safe. He lent his head back against the wall and sighed. Scott sometimes felt his father had failed him on some department. 

He wanted to be the best and better for his son. To hear from someone who meant so much to him that he was failing as a parent, hurt him more than she could imagine. However, in typical Scott fashion he buried it and put on a smile.

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A Freak! | 1992 | Harry&Rolf |

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It had been a whole day since the snake incident and Harry still felt more of an outcast than he had ever felt being back at the Durlsey’s. Hogwarts was his safe haven and now suddenly, he had become the school freak. The strange boy who defeated the Dark Lord and now, could be the heir of Slytherin.

But he didn’t remember opening the Chamber of Secrets. Could he be blacking out? He glanced over at Hermione at breakfast and she gave him a small smile, one which he returned with a heavy heart.

“Harry, don’t be like that. I’m sure I’ve read about wizards who can talk to animals and they haven’t all been dark wizards. You’’re not a dark wizard Harry, you don’t know enough magic.” Hermione said in the only way she knew how.

“Bloody hell Hermione, lay off. Harry, you going to eat that sausage mate?” Ron asked, eyeing up an untouched bit of food on his plate.

“Have it.” Harry sighed pushing his plate towards Ron. “I’m going to give Hedwig a letter.” That was a bald-faced lie. He had no one to write too but maybe they would think he was renewing his Daily Prophet subscription.

Harry threw his bag over his shoulder and walked up the stone steps towards the library. Maybe he could find a book on snake talkers that wouldn’t make him feel like a freak. He trusted Hermione, maybe she was telling the truth.

That was when he spotted a boy standing by the entrance to the first-floor corridor. He had dark brown hair, freckled skin and deep brown eyes. It was strange, he had thought he had seen them before. On a photo from long ago. Yet, the boy’s eyes were on him and they were gawking at him.

He inhaled and looked at him. “What?”

“I-I didn’t do anything or say anything” the boy croaked and cast his eyes to the floor. A usual mechanism when he thought there was a thread of bullies.

This was none other than Rolf Scamander. Son of Scott Scamander and more appropriately like his grandfather Newt Scamander. His first year was a daunting experience for the boy who called home a small village in Egypt.

His father had insisted he’d follow in the same steps as him and his Grandpa and attend one of the finest wizarding schools in the world, if not the best.

Except, he was a shy thing. Someone that struggled with social interaction after being hexed within his first week. He didn’t shy away from danger. Rather that he avoided it entirely. Conflict wasn’t his specialty. Rolf had always been a kind and loving boy. He was sensitive which others saw as a weakness.

Avoiding all eye contact with the boy he’d heard so much about. Rolf had heard about Harry’s little stunt in duelling club. One of his dorm mates had been whispering about it into the night after curfew.

“Sorry.” He murmured before daring to raising his gaze to him as he spied the famous scar. “I was just wondering that um- snakes… snakes and the ability to talk to snakes is called parseltongue. It’s an uncommon talent but highly sort after in the magical creatures’ world. My- My dad has looked into it.”

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Superstition | 1963 | Scott&Gerard

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Gerard smirked and shook his head. “Please, you’ll be dragon food before you even try and talk to the thing. Dragons are scary beasts, man. I don’t believe they can be tamed, or at least tamed enough to go and pet.” He said with a small nod.

He spotted the skull and shrugged finishing up his predictions. “What’s what your face looks like in a morning, Scamander.” He chuckled as he flicked through the Divination book. There had to be something in here about wood spirits…

Scott tutted and rolled his eyes. “You have no faith in my skills Gerbear. I am a Scamander remember” he muttered softly before grinning at him and waggling his eyebrows. It was rare that Scott was ever serious.

Realising Gerard wasn’t looking he batted his arm a few times. “Ger. Gee. Gerdo. Look” he murmured as he couldn’t decipher what the skull was.

“I think- I think it’s a phoenix skull” he muttered before gasping. “Can’t have been the old codgers cause he’s not dead yet” he murmured. “Well... not far off”

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Enquiring: November 1963

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Ted really needed to study, he hated cramming at the very last minute. It only made him more nervous for exams. However he was quite curious now. “What are you going to do at the Forbidden Forest? You know i can’t go, that’s an automatic detention and I’m a prefect,” he frowned.

Scott nodded knowingly. He was more than happy to tell Ted about thier rule breaking activities. They trusted him. He was their best mate and in their little trio. “If they ask you can say you followed us to tell us off?” he smirked.

“Live a little Tonky! It’ll be fun” he bumped his shoulder with his before looking over at a pack of first years who shuffled through. When they’d cleared up to the dorms he glanced back at him. “So are you in or are you ditching?”

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One More Light Goes Out: 1998 (Andromeda & Rolf)

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Andromeda wasn’t as strong as Scott but she did her best to hug Rolf tight trying to shield him from the image she couldn’t take her eyes off. It was the thing nightmares were made of, it felt like Dementors sucking on her soul and leaving everything inside empty. 

“I… I know is hard, sweeties, b-but there’s nothing anyone can do.” she repeated rubbing his back trying to keep it together. She wasn’t strong, she never was, but she needed to try for him, “It’s not your fault, you did everything right, okay?” she added feeling that Rolf might be clinging to the promise he did to Dora and that he couldn’t fulfil, it wasn’t his fault, it was some bloody death eater.

Rolf needed to go, and Andromeda couldn’t move a muscle, she failed protecting her daughter from the people that cast her away when she was younger. From the people that she swore she wouldn’t allow to touch a single hair of her precious daughter. She couldn’t protect anyone, not now, not ever…

But you can help Rolf now, a little voice behind the burning pain told her. She could help the boy in front of her. Let him move on from this hell. “Let’s go to your room, yeah? we c-can pick up your things.” she offered looking at someone for help, to at least protect what was left of Dora and Remus before moving up.

Rolf trudged through the battered and war painted walls of the school he used to believe as a warm and secure place. Getting to the Hufflepuff common room and holding onto the rail as he walked up the winding stairs.

Pushing the wooden door open before going and sitting down on his bed. He felt empty, he didn’t know what to say to Andy. If he tried he’d just stutter and fall quiet when it proved he had no way of expressing how he felt.

After a few minutes of silence as the boy played with his grandfather’s pocket watch in his hand, he turned to Andy. “What happens now?” he uttered.

His voice was barely audible. Quiet and consumed with grief. He needed direction. Instructions. Routines had vanished from his everyday life.

“I can’t come back here again” he muttered as the grief had subsided for now and anger was coming through. She didn’t deserve that demise.

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Superstition | 1963 | Scott&Gerard

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Gerard turned and gave Scott a look. “Sure, you don’t’ ogle Billywig Boy.” He chuckled shaking his head and writing down some of the work. “You know, I’m pretty sure you’ll come in handy when we’re travelling. If we see a dragon, you can pet it while I run for safety.”

He started moaning and flailing his arms over Scott. “I want to eat your brains…” He joked before catching the eye of Professor Grady.

Scott grinned at his friend and rolled his eyes. “What really”? he asked before pouting when he finished his sentence. “Man, I know how to tame dragons. I’ll be fine. You’ll be frozen in pure wonder and awe” he smirked.

The boy laughed when Gerard ‘attacked’ him. Except the fun stopped when he heard the progessor clear his throat. The youngest Scamander dropped his gaze before he noticed something which caught his attention. “Shit man, would you look at that” he uttered spying an unidentified skull on a bookshelf.

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Magical Maladies: 1994 (Andy&Scott)

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Andromeda sighed and shook her head, “No, you don’t know if you’ll be fine, and then what will happen to Rolf? And your creatures? What if you start having visions again? I specialize in the body, Scott. I know how much it would take you to heal from a broken skull but a broken mind… I don’t want to take the chance.” she wasn’t going to let him charm her away and let him do what he pleased, he needed to understand that this wasn’t something that you could put a plaster on and everything would be ok.

“He is your son, you are supposed to have a list of what he needs and scratch everything off as you go.” she replied with a sigh not sure who was the kid, if Rolf or Scott. “I remember one time you went to meet some friends and brought some new Snifflers back, he is just like you but you are the responsible adult here.”

She saw the bowtruckle, it looked a little greener but it was still a little pale. She took it out of the water and carefully gave it to Scott making him lay back down. “You go where I can keep an eye on you or you stay here.” she repeated his choices, “Are you having memory loss or you just want to give me a heart attack?” she asked looking at him not sure if he was just being Scott or something was actually wrong.

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Scott grumbled like a child as he looked away. “Sound like my mom” he muttered softly under his breath as he had always heard the same thing when he was a boy and came in with another injury.

“Fine, how long?” he snapped his head back to look at her. “There’s nobody looking after the creatures. I need to get home soon” he explained in a more serious tone as Andy would well know, Scott put them before himself.

He tilted his head as she spoke to him. “I know what I’m doing. This is his third- no is it fourth year? He’s 13. That’s… going into his fourth year” he murmured to himself as he’d never been terrific with numbers. “I know what I’m doing. We had a bit of an argument over summer about me not letting him be independent enough so this is me… letting him be independent” he shrugged.

He was distracted by the Bowtruckle that he didn’t recognise the slight pressure on his shoulders that guided him back down onto the gurney. “Hey little guy” he uttered softly and let him lie on his chest where his body was warmest. They were all treated as his children.

“Well I’m not staying here” he muttered as a matter of fact. “No I genuinely haven’t got a clue what you wanted me to do but that could be down to me not listening properly” he grinned at her as he was terrible for it. If he wasn’t invested in the conversation or it was something he didn’t like. Such as having to stay in the hospital. He’d switch himself off and tune out.

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One More Light Goes Out: 1998 (Andromeda & Rolf)

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When her godson flinched her heart became dust. She didn’t have any encouraging word left, not a single positive thought at the moment, just the image of Dora and Remus laying together on the dusty floor and the thought of Ted lost somewhere in the country. How could she comfort him when she couldn’t find comfort herself? How could she tell him everything was going to be okay when nothing was?

“Sure, sweetie, want to go pick up your things? I can call your dad.” The thought of leaving Dora there killed her but she was dead and Rolf was very much alive and scared. He needed someone to be his rock, not the mess Andromeda was at the moment.

We get her help? That wasn’t a phrase that she was prepared to hear. Rolf still believed she was alive, that there was a way to get over this and everything was going to be fine, but Andromeda knew better. “Oh Rolf…” she swallowed a sob and shook her head. There would be no more days on the beach, or Dora picking him up at Leaky Cauldron for a day off Scott. There was no more Nymphadora Tonks and she couldn’t tell Rolf that with so many words. “She’s gone, sweety, t-there’s nothing we can do for h-her.”

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 He nodded softly when she mentioned calling his Dad. He just wanted him in that moment. Scott had a strong embrace that made Rolf feel safe whenever he needed it. Now was a moment he definitely needed it.

Rolf was in denial about everything. He’d found her. He knew she was dead but his mind was so conflicted with emotions that it had chosen to say ‘no’ and ignore it completely. He didn’t want to believe what he was being told.

“We can! We can help her. Please, please, please” he rambled and held onto her shirt as he felt her come closer. Shaking his head slightly as the boy bit his lip to stifle back a sob. “No, she’s not” he croaked a little more dejectedly.

The boy lent against his godmother and wiped his eyes on his sleeves. “I need to go. I need- I need to get away from here” he said urgently.

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Enquiring: November 1963

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“Oh, I see,” he said, trying to hide his frown. Ted fancied Andromeda, but there was nothing he could do about it. She was way too out of his league to even consider talking to her outside of Slug Club meetings.

“Please, for the love of Helga, don’t let me out of the room in just my pants,” Ted giggled. “I already get teased enough…” He shook his head at Scott’s question and crossed his legs on top of the chair. “That must’ve been Gerard. I like to sleep until noon on my Saturdays,” Ted chuckled. “What about you? How was your morning?”

Scott looked over at him as he noted the disappointment in the other boy’s reaction. He too had certain felings for Adromeda that he chose to surpress becasue he didn’t know how to respond to them and for this exact reason. He had a suspicion that Ted liked the Slytherin student.

“I promise. I’m mean but not that mean” he grinned brightly at him. He had become rather protective over his muggleborn friend. Ted was a cool person once you got to know him. He hated bullies.

He laughed at the response. “Yeah me too, man. Sounds like Gerard then” he chuckled. “Slept in till eleven, raided the last of breakfast. That’s about it”

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Ted shook the sensation off with a sigh. Even if Scott did fancy Andromeda, that didn’t mean they still weren’t roommates, and close pals. He found himself chuckling. “Mate, only you can make me laugh during exams week,” he added, shaking out the curls on his head nervously. He was stressed, as usual. 

“And what are you doing this afternoon?” He asked curiously.

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“It’s a talent” he grinned at him as he sat on the arm of the sofa and pulled his knee up to his chest. He liked making his friends laugh, it felt as though he was of some use.

Ruffling his hand through his hair as he usually did out of habit before smiling. “Waiting for Gerbear to come out of class then maybe heading down to the forbidden forest or whomping willow. Wanna come?”

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Magical Maladies: 1994 (Andy&Scott)

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“In observation? Pffft. I’m fine. Just give me a glass of fire whiskey and a good nap and I’ll be ready to take on my bogart” he muttered in a ramble of words.

Scott blinked for a moment before realising the whole reason he’d been back in the UK, in London. “Ugh- we still have to go to Diagon Alley yet” he rubbed his head. “Well hasn’t this screwed up my plans” the Hufflepuff tutted.

“Yeah you do” he raised his eyebrows with a smirk. He was forever flirting with her. Since he’d been in third year, his confidence with women had only grow; whether it worked or not was another question entirely. Exceptwhen it came to Andy, Scott had noticed it had become something of a running joke.

In true Scott fashion, he shook his head. “Not ‘ungry. Can we just go now? Hospitals give me the creeps. I’d take my hat off to you if I had one. I couldn’t stay in here for long- which I already feel like I’ve over stayed my welcome” he shuddered looking around. He’d always felt unnerved about hospitals. Even the hospital wing in Hogwarts was somewhere he avoided as much as possible.

Andromeda rolled her eyes, “No, you might feel fine but that was a traumatic event and you might relapse. What would happen if you start moving or even going about with Rolf and you fall? or start having visions again?” she tried reasoning with him, this wasn’t like a physical wound that would heal easily, this was deeper.

“You mean to tell me you haven’t bought him school supplies? Scott, I’m going to sue for custody if you keep like that.” she teased him with a sigh, she didn’t know if Dora could stay that long with Rolf to buy him supplies and everything else he might need for the school year. It was a busy time for her daughter and she didn’t want to impose.

“I always look amazing, you saying otherwise makes me doubt you are better. I think you might actually need therapy.” she teased knowing that he was just doing so. He had a charm little people do and with her it was more of a thing that grew over the years than a serious insinuation.

“I know you don’t like it here but I want you to stay healthy for as long as you can before a thunderbird bites your head off.” she tried teasing but she was really concerned about her friend. What if he went home and things got worst? what if Rolf triggered things? She thought long and hard for a proper solution and finally gave up knowing Scott wouldn’t stay put even if it literally meant saving his life. “I’m going to ask if you can go, but you have to stay the night with us today, make sure everything is okay for you to leave and tend to your children. That’s my condition, I go with you and Rolf buy supplies and you stay with us, is either that or staying here.”

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Scott brushed off her comment as he preferred to wear a smile instead of worrying himself. “You know me Andy. I bounce back. I’ll be fine” he scoffed with a confident grin. However, he knew she was right. He had to be careful.

“I have I have. Before you bite my head off. Well- he has most of his things already. He was supposed to be meeting friends and getting the last of it today- although never do know with that boy. His heads all over the place” he commented fondly. Remembering the time he trusted him to go to the shop to get bread and milk, yet instead Rolf returned with pumpkin seeds, chocolate and a new board game.

With a huff, Scott glances to the side as his eyes fixed on the little bowtruckle in warm water. “Do you think that’s best? I mean we’re set up well at the leaky cauldron until he leaves.” He shrugged then frowned slightly “Anywhere’s better than here. Hospitals give me the creeps” He shuddered and stepped down off the bed slowly. “Wait so what do I have to do again?” He narrowed his eyes at her.

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One More Light Goes Out: 1998 (Andromeda & Rolf)

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Rolf jumped back in fright when Andy dropped to her knees. He was on edge. His adrenaline and anxiety was sky rocketing from the war and fight he’d just been involved in. What he’d seen was something he’d never forget. Something no child should ever witness in their lifetime, never mind at such a young age.

He didn’t know what to do. He was a boy. He didn’t know how to handle grief. He felt overwhelmed with what had happened. The classmates he’d seen perish and the heartache that now filled this room.

In an attempt to try and stifle the distress he was currently facing. The boy dropped to the floor, just as his godmother had and pressed his hands to his ears. Doing his best to block out the cries of the mother and siblings losing their children. The father losing his son. Andromeda in front of him.

If he just shut his eyes and covered his ears, maybe, just maybe he could convince himself this was all just a dream. One thing for sure was for the first time in year Rolf wanted nothing but his father. A child wanting his parent for that reassurance of safety and love. Scott was lucky to still have that, a son he could hold tight and not let go of if he had the chance to.

Andromeda was far gone in grief, her mind could only register the two bodies in front of her and the idea of losing her family had her lost in a place she never saw before. This wasn’t the regular sadness that hit her when she remembered Sirius or Regulus, not even when she remembered Narcissa before this whole mess started, this was a new kind of pain and she felt she wouldn’t be able to breath and feel whole again.

It took a moment for her mind to go back to reality, she thought of Remus and his life, and her daughter’s and in a spark she remembered Teddy, she left the baby back home with his great aunt and somewhat that didn’t settle with Andromeda, she couldn’t leave Teddy with Lucy (as wonderful as she was) he belonged to her to teach him about his parents and the world that Lucy didn’t really understand, because that boy was magical beyond anything else and he needed to be reminded of that every single day.

She looked at the boy in front of her, her godson, and she was appalled to see his state. How did she miss it, how did she miss the people that Dora would scold her to have overlooked. She adored Rolf, and Neville, and every other little sibling life gave her and Andromeda was failing them at the moment.

Cleaning her tears away, a weak attempt at it because she knew that they would keep coming, she moved forward doing the only thing she could do for Rolf at the moment; give him a proper comforting hug. “It’s okay, Rolf, we are o-okay. It’s over.”

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Rolf flinched when Andy came near him. “I wanna go home” he uttered quietly. After a moment he wrapped his arms around her tightly. As if his brain had caught up to recognising she wasn’t a threat.

“I tried. I tried to- she said- she said come here and- and I did and this- I- it wasn’t supposed to happen like this” he rambled out of a mess of fear and grief. “We get her help?” He asked hopefully, unaware of how his own words might impact Andy and her own grief.

He was a child amongst everything else. He sort for hope and tried to cling to any slither he could get his hands on.

“It’ll be okay. You’ll see. She- she’ll be okay and then we can go to the beach like she promised. We can go- we can go with you and Dad and it’ll all be okay. This- this will be fixed” he smiled at her as he wanted to deny the whole incident that had just taken place.

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Patience and Perseverance: 1975 (Andy&Scott) AU

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“You know I’m people, right?” she teased rolling her eyes, “Why do you always ruffle your hair after I put it in place?” she groaned playfully ruffling it even more. She loved him dearly and how he loved his animals more than anything, the fierce passion he had to defend them, it all made her go for him above her family.

“Babies aren’t such a bad idea, no. You might teach them to get the creatures to like you more.” she explained getting into the truck as well leaning on him as he drove, “I just need to go to the apothecary, then we can have dinner. Maybe walk around a little? It’s been a while since I had you all to myself.”

Scott groaned as he looked over at her. “You’re different. You’re special. You understand me and my weird ways and that’s why I love you so much” 

Ducking his head out of the way with a laugh when she ruffled his hair more. “It’s a bad habit okay?” he smirked softly before starting up the jeep. 

“Well y’know I was kinda thinking on the baby making part but I suppose the result isn’t too bad” he teased her before gasping in offence.”My creatures like me” he pouted at her at first, then threw a typical cheesy Scott grin her way.

As he listened to her, he concentrated on the road ahead. “That sounds like a good plan to me” he smiled before parking up and getting out. “Dinner. I could eat an entire wedding buffet. My treat, where are we going?”

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Patience and Perseverance: 1975 (Andy&Scott) AU

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It was rare that Scott stood still and quiet, her husband was loud and funny and always had some sort of quirky reply to everything but at the moment he was just staring at her and she found it odd. “You know I like you to be honest with me always. What happened?” she asked once more coercing Simon to let go of her leg so she could go near Scott.

“Babies are a lot of responsibility and you are not great with people?” she replied for him knowing that Scott was scared, he wasn’t as great with others, he sometimes was too harsh and was better with animals but Andromeda knew what he was really like and he would be a wonderful father. “You, Scott Scamander, are going to be a good father, because even if babies are a mess; like you sometimes; this will be yours and you’ll love them as you love the rest of our babies.” she offered sincerely fixing Scott’s hair and smiling at him. “I’ll be here along the way, you won’t do it alone.”

Scott watched her as he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not, not great with people. I just- people don’t get me” he shrugged softly as he’d noticed it had been the same for his father when he was younger.

He wouldn’t look at her as she spoke, he just couldn’t. Eye contact made him uncomfortable when he was talking about something personal. “I guess I can only try” he ruffled his hair before smiling slightly as she fixed it.

“Babies… doesn’t sound like such a bad idea” he smirked softly as he got into the truck. Starting up the engine as he drove into town with her.

“Okay dear, what’s the plan? What do you wanna get from town?”

[scampish-scotty-scamander]

Troubled Times: 1958 (Ollivander&Scamander) Grindelwald AU

[scampish-scotty-scamander]

skillfully-ollivander:

Gerard nodded when he finally picked up a wand that didn’t reject him. “Good… Good work, Scott.” He then packed the reject wands including a handful of materials. His father had warned him a day like this might come, a day where they may need to run and not look back. Only… His dad should be here… Why wasn’t he downstairs yet?

A minute passed, then another and then suddenly, voices started to raise. Gerard perked his head up and opened the door to the Vanishing Cabinet. “Get in…” He said pushing Scott in first and then Newt from behind. He himself followed, holding the doors open. “Come on dad… Come on…”

With a bang, the door to the workshop flew off its hinges and Garrick Ollivander backed down into the workshop. “No… Please, Newt Scamander wouldn’t be here… Please…” He pleaded but it was to no use.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Gerard watched as his father fell down the top of the steps, quite dead. He opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. He stared at the body of his father, wanting nothing more than to run to it and beg him to stop pretending. But then he saw the men at the top of the stairs.

Three tall wizards stood and began to make their way down. Gerard sniffed and held back his tears and he closed the doors of the cabinet. He closed his eyes and scrunched up his face thinking hard about the way out.

The cabinet shook slightly and then Gerard opened the door stepping out inside an all too familiar pub. The Hogs Head. Gerard walked out slowly and was greeted by the owner. “Gerard… Where’s yer father? Who’s this?” He asked turning his wand on Newt and Scott.

“…Easy, Aberforth… It’s him. It’s Newt… That’s his son… You need to destroy the cabinet… Dad isn’t coming…” He said, finding a table and sitting down. Replaying the image of his dad falling again and again.

Newt looked over when Scott came near and gripped onto his shoulder. Not because he was angry but because he was afraid of being separated. Complying with what Gerard wanted as he got into the cabinet and hid with his son, keeping his hand over his mouth to keep him quiet.

The young man heard and saw everything. His name, the green flash.

Everything was so quick. Stumbling out of the cabinet as Gerard took the adult role out of the group and he did what the boy should have done, collapsed to the floor and fell quiet. That was it. No more. Not another soul would be harmed under his name. He was sick of people being killed because of him.

He had always thought a lot of Mr. Ollivander. Someone he could trust. Somewhere to go for a welcoming face and good discussion about wand cored and new materials to be found. That was all gone in a flash.

He was stunned to silence. The guilt squeezing his throat and not allowing any emotion to escape as his heart ached for the man and his son. He’d come there as a man looking to protect his son, now he’d caused a boy to become fatherless and he couldn’t bear to think of Scott in that situation.

He didn’t know what had happened. However, he knew exactly what that word meant, what that curse did. It had plagued his childhood.

Scott stood still as he saw his father in shambles. He’d never seen the man like this before. He always stood strong for everyone. Now he was in pieces.

What should he do?

The sudden rush and voice caused his to jump as he stared at the wand and older man in front of him. His own newly acquired wand in his hand but no knowledge on how to use it to defend himself.

Thankfully the other man seemed to back away and Scott watched Gerard slunk away into the shadows. Following him as he thought over what to say but nothing would make the situation better. It felt like it was his fault.

“My dad can take care of you. My mum and my Dad. You’ll be safe.” He uttered before hesitating. Deciding to make a bold move and hug the other boy, knowing that’s what his mother did when he was upset.

[scampish-scotty-scamander]

Troubled Times: 1958 (Ollivander&Scamander) Grindelwald AU

[scampish-scotty-scamander]

skillfully-ollivander:

Garrick sighed and looked up at the man. “I remember you, Mr. Scamander. Not because of what you did or who you associate with. I remember the eleven year old boy stepping into my store and selecting his wand for the first time… I knew then what I know now… You’re trouble…” He looked down. “But you have a good heart.”

He looked at the selection of materials, surely he could find a bit of scrap wood perhaps but then, it wasn’t that simple. “M-Mr. Scamander, please… It’s not that simple… I could craft your son a wand from this but it may not be the wand for him… The wand chooses the wizard… There’s no two ways about it…”

The silver eyes looked out onto the street and he began to pant, the sweat high on his brow. Garrick mumbled and took Newt by the arm, leading him down into the workshop. The room was barely lit. Only one candle hovering from above. There were two work benches, shelves stacked with books, jars and different instruments. On the other side, a tall cabinet. “Quickly…” He wheezed dragging him into the small room.

Garrick took out his wand and mumbled a charm over the room, his ears pricking up at the sound of the bell. “Wait… Stay here…” He shuffled along into the store to welcome the Watchers.

As they were all pushed into the workshop, Gerard took Newt’s hand and lead him over to a sample of fresh wands, not yet packaged. “Here, you need to try these… Quick…” He said passing Scott his first wand. “Just wave it, if you feel it vibrate, it’s yours… I’ll be back!” He called running upstairs.

As he passed the shop, he saw the Watchers and his heart fell, they had picked up the wand he had brought for Scott. Gerard carried on upstairs and found his own wand, tucking it into his belt. He then proceeded to pack two bags, one of food and the other with clothes and supplies.

Finally he made his way back downstairs and slipped into the workshop.

Newt stayed quiet as he listened to the old man, rumour said he remembered everyone who set foot in that shop. He bowed his head and swallowed a lump in his throat, he knew he was right. It wasn’t that Newt wanted trouble, not at all, trouble just seemed to find him. He just hoped he lived up to the latter.

“I understand sir, but even so. Take them. I have no use for them. I would rather them be put to good use” he insisted before they were rushed out.

He couldn’t covey how grateful he was to the elder man.

“Scott, hurry” he whispered as he guided him down the steps. Putting his finger to his lips, to gesture to his small son to remain quiet and vigilant.

The Magizoologist paused as he listened to the conversation upstairs. Merlin forbid they come looking downstairs. He was more concerned for his son and the Ollivander child, Gerard. Upon that moment, he realised Scott was no longer under his coat and a state of panic flooded through him. Whipping his head around as he checked for the boy but couldn’t spot him.

The light snapped off and he drew out his own wand, muttering a brief spell before faint light lit up the room. “Scott” he hissed.

Scott looked at him as he followed the other boy. Nodding quickly as he processed the instructions given. Taking a jagged wand as he waved it but the lantern lighting the room shattered. Quickly setting it down as he backed up.

Taking another as he looked over seeing light emitting from his father’s wand. He tried another and books flew onto the floor. Another and the ladder leading up to the top of the shelves sprung along on its rail. He was almost tempted not to pick up the next. Slim and thing like his fathers.

The sensation Gerard spoke of was overwhelming as he stared at the wand while waving it. “I think- Gerard! I think this one works” he whispered before hearing his Dad scold him. “I’m here Dad- I was just with Gerard”.