So, this is a drabble from my fic which is centered around my oc Evangeline "Evie" Potter. She is Harry Potter's younger sister by one year. I haven't actually started writing it but I wrote this part on a whim because I have been thinking about it a lot lol. So, in this fic the Scamander family would play a major role in the story. So, my fic "Something Wild (Calls You Home)" which covers the years of Newt after this expulsion, will be the background for Newt here. Nigel Scamander is Newt's grandfather, and Annalise, Rolf and Lysander are Newt and Tina's grandchildren and Ria which is short for Wisteria who is Newt and Tina's daughter. This drabble is Molly Weasley critical and Sirius Black defense but only in one sentence at the end, so if you don't like these things then please don't ruin your day by reading it. This drabble takes place during Order of the Pheonix. Enjoy!
Newt thought back to his own childhood house that was now occupied by Ria and her little family. Now covered with children’s drawings and pictures of the little ones growing into themselves. Sweet Annalise with her confident smile, shy Rolf with his nervous grin, little Lysander being distracted by something that’s not the camera. The house was a home now, and full of life.
It wasn’t like that when he was growing up. The walls were blue that almost seemed grey and the people in the pictures were stoic, or respectful if you asked Nigel Scamander. There was no life inside that house, only coldness. His parents distant, his grandfather demanding, his brother —. His room inside and the forest outside was his only safe haven.
Newt was a sad child but he grew into a confident adult. That house was nothing but reminiscent of his mother's alcoholism, his father's harshness and his grandfather's control. When he was thrown out at only 17, he knew he never wanted to go back there. He did go back to Dartmoor several times but hardly to that house.
He wondered if he was locked in that house again. Not the home Ria had created but the cold house with reminders of his traumatic past etched in every corner. With the same blue-grey walls, with the same stench of wine. With someone from his childhood whispering the things they used to say of him, with not a single ally, in fact everyone treating him as a delinquent for things no fault of his own. Newt would be a hundred in two years and still the thought filled him with dread, being locked in that house.
This time Theseus wouldn't be there to make it a little bearable. Oh, how he missed his brother. When they were little they were distant, there was resentment between them which was just the consequence of people pitting them against each other. In fact, Theseus was the person Newt loved the most from his childhood.
No, Newt realised, I wouldn't be able to survive it. And especially not after going through what Sirius had gone through in the recent years. That is why he felt anger whenever Molly disrespected Sirius like that. Sirius Black deserved compassion and understanding.
