It’s been a couple of years but my favourite Newtina thing I’ve written has got to be them interacting with their kids.
Special mention to:
Tina reading “A Little Princess” to their daughter Linnet, and then Linnet loving it because the girl in that is extremely close to her father and she thinks she’s very close to Newt
^Linnet having a nightmare about her parents dying and Tina singing the Ilvermorny song to her to calm her down
Newt waking up in the middle of the night to see his wife cradling their first newborn son (Phoenix) and feeling content at the sight.
The kids handmaking Tina birthday presents, and her loving all of them - a mug painted in her favourite color from Phoenix, a book written/illustrated by Linnet (with Newt helping her to bind the book) and Leo (their youngest son) giving her a jar full of bits of paper, and each piece of paper is a different reason as to why he loves his mummy and thinks she’s the best
The kids making Tina breakfast in bed on her birthday
Leo assisting Newt with a Graphorn birth and getting to name the newborn calf (he calls it “Ralph”)
Newt being woken up by baby Linnet because she doesn’t cry in the night, she just goes “BAH” and he affectionally calls her “worse than an occamy hatchling - but more than worth it”. Also Newt subsequently falling asleep with her on his chest and Tina finding them in the morning
Tina singing toddler!Linnet to sleep and Newt coming home after a bad day to see the sight of her singing to their daughter (also bonus to her then revealing she’s pregnant again and him being ecstatic)
Tina panicking over Leo not saying a word despite being two and a half, and him shortly after saying “Mummy” as his first word, leading to Tina being emotional
Also while I’m here let’s not forget that fic I wrote where Newt accidentally inhaled weird pollen, got super frisky and they banged in the shed (their son being asleep in the house upstairs), and then later that night they realized that Tina was all out of contraceptive potion and they decided that they didn’t mind one bit which is super lucky all things considered because nine months later Linnet was born so 😂
My forever favourite thing is that on my old blog ( @newt-loves-tina) people legitimately started shipping “Minnet”.
Minnet is the pairing of Linnet Scamander (aka my Newtina daughter OC) and her best friend-future-husband Michael Wood (another OC). Like people genuinely were asking me loads of questions about their relationship and it’s still one of my favourite things to this day.
Is it weird I miss writing my Newtina Children OCs just a bit?
When I hear this song, I can imagine Newt and Tina with their children; teaching them to walk in the case, holding them close, wanting to make the world a better place, defending them no matter what, teaching them about magical beasts...reassuring their children that they are loved so dearly, that nothing will change that. I can imagine Newt and Tina getting married, vowing to always love and protect each other, to always love each other, because being together makes them both better people in so many ways.
The Beginning of an Uncertain Future (Part 1) - a Newt/Tina fic
This was prompted by an anon who asked, “I want angst. Please. Maybe Tina leaving her family because of the war.”
This is going to be multi-chaptered to fit into more readable instalments 😊
So I kinda started to feel some inspiration for writing something to do with the war after I watched “Dunkirk” with my little sister, and I’ve been thinking about both Tina’s feelings if she’s sent off and the entire family’s too.
It was impossible to really fit it in exactly with any of my other Scamander-Children stories, but I did want to use the children I’d already created – for that reason, we’re saying that the story is sort of an AU/alternate pathway to what happened after “Lay Your Body Down”… This means that only Phoenix, Linnet and Leo are born. It could have happened in the following fics/in the place of “A Glimpse of Sunlight” but it didn’t…I don’t know if that makes sense. Either way, I hope you enjoy.
Phoenix – 22nd June 1931 – 8-9
Linnet – 13th January 1933 - 7
Leo – 3rd March 1935 - 5
Set in 1940.
The letter arrived at breakfast on the Monday; the children were blissfully unaware of what it meant, of course, but their parents knew better upon seeing the official Ministry seal on the back of the envelope.
Newt watched silently as Tina opened the letter, her fingers trembling just the smallest amount, and he felt his heart sink into his stomach. He knew already what the letter would contain: Theseus had received one just a month beforehand, as had many others on the Investigative Team – knowing what was to come still didn’t make it any easier.
He continued to study her face as she read the letter, not saying a word; just a minute later, she raised her eyes to meet his across the table – and he knew. There was nothing to say – nothing that really could be said – and they were both all too aware of that.
It was Phoenix who was the first to look up and tilt his head, seemingly confused by the sudden silence. “Mum? Dad? Everything alright?”
“We’re fine,” Tina said quietly, folding the letter and tucking it into the pocket of her jacket. “Everything is absolutely fine, Phoenix – go back to breakfast.”
Their eldest son looked unconvinced as he reluctantly cast his eyes back down to his food; Linnet frowned and chewed her cereal thoughtfully as she looked between their mother and father, whilst Leo merely continued to attempt to make shapes with the leftover crusts of his toast. The children would need to be informed, of course, but not now – not at breakfast with the entire day ahead.
Newt held back a sigh and reached for his tea; the day was coming, he had known, he’d been expecting it…but it still didn’t hurt any less.
News of another bombing in central London reached Dorset by the time Tina arrived home; Leo, being the youngest, was none the wiser regarding the war – but his older siblings had caught on by now, even if their understanding of wars were childish and uninformed.
“The paper said it was Germans,” Phoenix said softly before dinner; Linnet pretended she was interested in her book, trying to block it out. “They’ve been bombing the Muggles… Do you think they’ll bomb us?”
“No,” Newt disagreed quickly, not wanting any of the children to feel frightened. “I shouldn’t think so; London is a big city, Phoenix, with a great many people – we live in the middle of the country. I don’t think they’ll bother bombing the country.”
“What about the other people?” Linnet asked, curiosity getting the better of her now. “Grindywall? Will he try to bomb us?”
Their father swallowed. “Grindelwald. No, I don’t think he’ll try to bomb us.”
Dinner was a rather sombre affair, though none of the children knew why; they were intelligent enough to pick up on the fact that their parents were sharing oddly furtive and morose looks, but it was unclear as to what those looks meant. Even Leo seemed to realize that things were frostier than usual, and he soon took to pushing mashed up bits of potato around his plate so that he could avoid looking at the rest of the family.
After dinner had been eaten and the washing up done, it was time for the usual ritual of helping to get the creatures settled for the night; it was only once the children had raced out of the shed to eagerly attend to some of the various creatures that Newt gently slipped his hand into Tina’s and cleared his throat.
“We need to talk about the letter.”
“Yeah…I guess we do.”
He took a deep breath before speaking again. “When are you to be…to be…”
“This Friday morning,” Tina told him softly.
“But that’s so…so soon.”
“I’m needed, Newt,” She stated, avoiding looking him in the eye; instead, she found herself gazing out over the numerous enclosures and habitats, at the children giggling in the distance as they petted some mooncalves. “They need people to fight and win the war.”
Her husband hesitated beside her, clearly uncertain as to whether he should voice his thoughts to her. “Tina, love, it’s not that I don’t think you should be fighting, it’s just that…the children.”
“If the Ministry needs me to fight-”
“Our children need their mother,” Newt stated, sounding pained. “I know that it’s your job and your duty, and I don’t begrudge you of that – but the children need you, Tina.”
Tina gnawed on her bottom lip, seemingly considering this proclamation. “I know the children need me. I don’t want to leave them,” She admitted. “You know that I don’t want to leave them, but…but I can’t stand by while other people – innocent people – are dying.”
He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes as her words sank in. “No, I know. I didn’t expect anything less of you, really.”
“I’ll be fine, Newt,” She tried to assure him half-heartedly. “I’m not about to break.”
“No,” He agreed, and he forced himself to smile weakly at her. “I know. You’re the strongest person I’ve met, you know, even if you don’t see it… I can’t help but worry though-”
“Worrying means you suffer twice,” Tina quipped before squeezing his hand and becoming serious once more. “Newt…while I’m gone, the kids are going to need you to be here for them; they’re going to catch on about the wars sooner rather than later, and they’ll need you to help them. And…” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “If something happens to me, then I need you to protect them.”
Newt couldn’t help but stare at her, wide-eyed by this sentiment. “Tina, don’t talk like that…”
“It’s true,” She countered. “There’s a chance it will, Newt, and we need to talk about it just in case it does. What I’m asking is that if something does happen to me and I don’t come home…promise me that you’ll take care of the children.”
His heart ached at the thought, at the very possibility that she would not return home – that she would be lost while fighting, never to return to the children, never to return to him. “Tina…”
“Promise me, Newt,” Tina repeated, voice harsh but also close to breaking – it was clear that she was only barely holding herself together.
“Of course,” He agreed, though it sounded hollow to his own ears. “I promise.”
She exhaled and closed her eyes, leaning in to lay her head on his shoulder; her hand was still holding onto his, and it was obvious that neither of them particularly wanted to let go. “Thank you,” He heard her whisper, clearly relieved.
The children continued to play in the distance with loud giggles as they ran about; for now they were blissfully unaware of what was to come, and that was how it should have been.
The night before Tina was due to leave was a rather miserable and unhappy one in the Scamander household; all of the children refused to sleep, and both Linnet and Leo especially shed more than a few tears at the prospect of waking up to find their mother gone.
“I d-d-don’t want you to go, Mummy!” Linnet sobbed, clinging to her mother’s arm desperately. “Please don’t g-go!”
Leo, meanwhile, had started to pull at Tina’s trousers as he wailed. “D-Don’t want M-Mummy to g-go!”
“I’ll be back soon,” Tina attempted to soothe them, managing to extract her arm from her daughter’s grip. “I promise, I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Phoenix s-said…” Linnet sniffled and gave a small hiccup. “He said people d-die in war!”
Leo’s bottom lip wobbled again. “No! No, Mummy, no!”
“It’s going to be fine,” Tina assured them hurriedly, and she knelt before them so that she could look them in the eye. “I’m not going until tomorrow morning – I’ll still be here when you go to sleep – and I promise that I’ll come in and say goodbye to you in the morning.”
“A-And…” Her daughter rubbed at her eyes with her pyjama sleeve. “You’ll write to us, Mummy?”
She nodded and forced herself to smile. “Of course, I will.”
“Every day?”
“Well…not every day,” Tina mused, tucking some hair behind Linnet’s ear affectionately. “But I promise I’ll write as often as I can.”
Leo threw his arms around her and buried his face into the crook of her neck. “Gonna miss you, Mummy.”
“I know you will,” She admitted, and her smile faded away as she wrapped an arm around each of them. “I’ll miss you all too.”
She made sure that Linnet and Leo were both settled into their beds, pressing kisses to their foreheads and tucking them underneath their duvets, before deciding to attempt to speak to Phoenix; the oldest child had vanished after dinner, remaining remarkably silent, and she knew that it would be best to have a talk with him. She took a moment to listen as she stood on the landing, and then made her way to Phoenix’s room down the hall; she could hear voices inside, and she had a strong feeling that Newt was in there with him.
True to her suspicions, her husband was sat on the bed with their eldest son and looking somewhat at a loss; both of them looked up at her as she entered the room, and it alarmed her just a bit to see that Phoenix’s eyes were rimmed red.
“I think perhaps you two should have a chat,” Newt decided suddenly, standing up from the bed. “I’m going to settle everyone in the case for the night.”
“Alright,” Phoenix mumbled, looking down at his bed sheets miserably.
The door shut behind the Magizoologist as he left, and Tina found herself staring at her son as she wondered over what to say – over what she could say. “Phoenix…”
“I don’t want you to fight,” He choked out suddenly, and his eyes were filling with tears. “I know that’s stupid and I’m…I’m being a baby, but I don’t want you to go to war.”
“It’s not stupid,” Tina murmured, sitting down next to him and shaking her head. “Being honest, I don’t really want to go either.”
“Then why are you going?” Phoenix retorted, furiously scrubbing at his face to get rid of the tears. “Just tell the Ministry you don’t want to go!”
She started to gnaw on her lip, heart sinking down into the bottom pit of her stomach. “It’s not as simple as that, Phoenix, it’s… I’m going because I know it’s hopefully going to protect you: your father and I don’t want you – any of you – growing up in a world where it’s not safe. Do you understand?”
He sniffled. “Yeah, I do. It’s just…” His face crumpled suddenly, tears streaming down his cheeks without warning. “I’m scared.”
Her eldest son had never been one for crying: even as a baby, he had usually slept through the night and not woken his parents. His sister and brother were more open to expressing their emotions like this, but Phoenix didn’t – perhaps because he knew, as the oldest, it was his responsibility to look after his younger siblings and set an example. To see him in this way – so upset and clearly distraught – was more than enough to prompt Tina to move closer and wrap her arms around him.
“Oh, Phoenix… I know,” She murmured to him; he put up no fights, instead leaning readily into her embrace. “I’m scared too.”
“But you’re an Auror,” He stated miserably. “Aurors don’t get scared… Do they?”
“Of course they do,” Tina answered, smoothing down the dark hair on his forehead and trying to remember not to lose her composure in front of him – it wouldn’t help matters at all. “Aurors get more scared than you know…and I’m scared right now.”
There was a lot she was terrified of: she knew that she would see horrific things while on active duty, that she would most likely see her comrades and friends die in front of her. She was frightened of Grindelwald – everyone was, there was no denying it – and of what a Muggle-madman was doing to millions of people across Europe, people like her and the children who were Jewish or otherwise ‘undesirable’; there was the fear of dying, of being killed in combat if she took one wrong step, and the fear of being captured and tortured by Grindelwald’s followers.
Most of all, though, she was scared that she would never see her husband and their children again – and, really, nothing terrified her more than that thought.
She had saved her tears for the bathroom, allowing herself to take a moment to cry in the privacy of the hot water. It would probably be the last shower she took for a while, come to think of it, and she should have been attempting to enjoy it for as long as she was able – but she couldn’t help it because it was all too much.
Fighting was the right thing to do, Tina reminded herself, for it would help to save so many innocent lives and contribute to putting an end to this war – but that didn’t mean she was happy to leave the children or Newt, by any means. She loved her family with all her heart, of course, and she didn’t want to leave them – but the longer this war wore on, the more danger they would all be in. The children deserved better than to grow up in a world governed by hatred and violence, and she was willing to fight to make sure that such a thing never happened.
It didn’t ease the pain at all, though: there was no telling how long she would be gone – or, even, if she would return.
By the time she had gathered her thoughts, the water had started to run cold; she turned it off before stepping out and wrapping a towel around herself. As she dressed, she tried not to think about how distressed the children had looked that evening at the prospect of never seeing her again, and she tried to rid it from her mind – thinking that way would not help at all.
It's going to be fine, Tina forced herself to think as she eyed herself in the mirror over the sink, and she splashed some cold water on her face to hide the fact that she had been crying just moments before. Of course I’ll see them again – I’m not about to go down easy, for one.
No, she decided, because she would fight – not only for what was right but also because she wanted to come home and see her family again. She would come home for the children, she’d come home for Newt, and she’d make sure of it.
Her husband was still awake when she entered the bedroom and closed the door behind her, clearly waiting for her to join him. She slipped underneath the covers wordlessly before wrapping herself around him in the dark; almost immediately he did the same, his arms strong and firm as they pulled her towards him.
“Do you remember the day that we first met?” Newt asked quietly, almost to himself as he held her. “It was outside of a bank; that Second Salem woman was preaching on the steps, and I bumped straight into you…you were eating a hot-dog, and you looked rather annoyed with me.” A brief ghost of a smile flitted across his face, only present a mere second before fading again. “The Niffler got loose and I chased after him: he caused more than enough trouble, of course, and you arrested me.”
“Well,” Tina said, the corners of her mouth twitching. “You did break the law.”
He gave a small, hollow chuckle at this. “Yes, I did. Things escalated rather quickly, didn’t they? One minute you were pushing me against a wall, and then the next we were trying to find several of my creatures…”
“And then you were leaving,” She murmured, resting her head on his shoulder and laying a hand over his chest.
“Yes, but I came back,” He reminded her softly. “I promised I would come back and I did…I even brought you my book, just like you asked.”
Tina smiled fondly, though there was obvious pain behind it. “Yeah, you did.”
Newt paused, clearly thinking and reminiscing to himself before speaking again. “I wanted to kiss you the moment I saw you again, Tina; I saw you waiting on the docks for me and…and I know this sounds rather silly, but I thought that you looked so beautiful, more so than I remembered – I wanted nothing more than to just kiss you. It would have been highly improper, of course, and I wasn’t sure if you would feel the same way…you could have had your pick of any man, really.”
“I can assure you I couldn’t have,” She told him sincerely. “To be honest, you were the first one who showed any interest in me and not Queenie… And I wouldn’t have wanted ‘any’ man – it’s only ever been you.” When he didn’t reply to this, she continued firmly. “I love you because you’re you, Newt, and I mean that.”
He was silent for a moment, digesting her words carefully and dwelling on them. “On our wedding night, I…I felt like the luckiest man alive to be with you, to be married to you. I know that you felt rather self-conscious that night, but to me you were – are – perfect; a part of me felt that I didn’t deserve you, really, that you could do so much better but…but I will forever be glad that you chose me.”
Tina had to swallow the lump in her throat at his words, forcing herself not to cry in front of him – she had to remain strong, she reminded herself, and crying would not help matters at all. “Newt…”
“That first time we made love,” He continued, lost in another memory of a much simpler time. “I wanted to make sure you knew how much I love you: I wanted to cherish you, not just for that night but for all of our nights together. I know that it sounds terribly trite, but it’s the truth…you’ve always been the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world to me, and that won’t ever change.” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes; his hold on her tightened ever so slightly, bringing her closer to him. “You’re everything to me, Tina, quite literally: you’re my wife, the one person who I’m content to spend the rest of my life with…and you’ve given me children too. Three absolutely wonderful children who mean the world to me, just as much as you do. For that I’m so thankful.”
She had grown quiet and still beside him, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the hand she had pressed against his chest. “You’re everything to me too,” He heard her murmur. “You’re the first thing I see when I wake up every morning – you’re the only person I’d want to wake up beside every morning…it’s going to be hard, not to wake up like that anymore.” When he didn’t say anything, she continued on, voice trembling slightly. “I’m going to miss waking up next to you…I’m going to miss this, curling up at night together, miss how warm and safe you make me feel. I’ll miss being down in the case, being with our creatures and watching you look after them…and the children.” Her voice nearly broke at this. “I’m going to miss them so much it hurts, Newt…but I know that you’ll look after them while I’m gone. I know that if anything happens to me then they’ll have you, and…and that makes it somewhat easier.”
For a moment neither of them said anything else, merely cuddled together underneath the covers – and then Tina felt her husband’s body shaking against her own, heard him sniff. Before she knew it, he was crying beside her, unable to restrain it any longer; alarmed, she sat up slightly and took his face into her hands. “Newt…”
“I’m so sorry,” He choked out, and for a second she thought that he might try to pull away – but then he was pressing closely into her, holding her tightly as if she might disappear before his eyes. “I’ve been trying to remain strong for you, Tina, I have…but I don’t think I can anymore.”
“It’s okay,” She soothed weakly, though the lump in her throat had returned. “You don’t need to pretend around me – I’m here.”
His breath hitched. “I know. It’s just that I’m…I’m terrified, Tina; even though I’ve tried to tell myself that you’ll come home, I can’t help but think about what will happen if you don’t. I know that there’s no use in thinking like that at all, it won’t change anything, but I can’t help it – it’s constantly on my mind. I...I’m so scared that you won’t go back to us, that our children won’t have their mother; I can’t imagine doing it without you, Tina, I can’t…a-and I can’t imagine myself growing old without you either. Whenever I’ve imagined myself growing old, it’s always been with you and only you.”
“Oh, Newt…” Without warning, Tina could feel her own tears slowly start to fall too. “I know; I worry about that too, every day… I worry that I won’t get to see them go to school,” She admitted. “That I won’t…won’t see them grow up. I keep thinking about it, Newt: what if they have to grow up without a mother – without me? I know that you’re more than capable of raising our children – more so than I am sometimes – but I want to be here…I want to see them grow up.”
The thought of their children – three bright, beautiful children who she had helped bring into this world and raise – being without her made something in her chest twist painfully. If she were to be killed in action, then there was no doubt that they would be devastated and heartbroken – she was their mother, after all, and they needed her just as much as they needed Newt.
With this painfully present on her mind, she found herself burying her face into her husband’s side and allowing herself to cry; Newt’s shoulders shook under her arms as he failed to contain his sobs, hands reaching out for her. They sat together in the darkness, holding each other tightly – the last night that they would for an undermined length of time, and quite possibly the last time they might ever be able to.
For a few minutes, they merely wept together in the dark, the weight of what had been both spoken and unspoken hanging around them. The knowledge of their separation coupled with their shared fears seemed to unite them in this moment, for what would perhaps be their last moment, and neither of them wanted to let go – for letting go would mean moving on to uncertainty, to a future that neither of them could be sure of.
It was Tina who composed herself first, drying her eyes on her pyjama sleeve but not letting go of her husband even so; she could feel that Newt was no longer crying against her, though his quiet sniffles seemed to echo in the room. The very idea of leaving him – especially after so long spent together in every way it were possible to be together – seemed wrong and unthinkable to her. Of course, the idea of sitting by and not doing anything during the war whilst so many innocent lives were lost was also unthinkable – she had to do the right thing, even if it meant leaving her family.
“I have to do this,” She found herself murmuring, half to herself as she reached for his hand. “I have to.”
He inhaled deeply, allowing her fingers to thread with his own. “I know you do. I wouldn’t expect anything less.” She could feel his warm breath ghosting her face as he shifted, leaning his head inwards so that their foreheads were touching. “I just…I love you. I love you so much…”
“I love you too,” Tina sighed, closing her eyes; his body was so solid and alive next to her, a familiar comfort that she would have to leave behind, and in that moment she wanted nothing more than to feel it for as long as she was able. “Newt… Will you make love to me? Please.”
Beside her, Newt’s breath hitched and his hand tightened around her own. “Oh… Yes,” He agreed quietly. “Of course.”
Her free hand slowly reached to cup his face as she opened her eyes, looking at him tearfully in the dark; her thumb gently brushed against his lower lip, and it was obvious that she was steeling herself, forcing herself to remain strong. After a brief few seconds wherein they merely held each other’s gazes, Tina leaned in and tenderly pressed her lips to Newt’s. Beside her, his body seemed to relax a tad and she felt his mouth tenderly reciprocating; she could taste the salt from his tears on his lips, could feel his misery as though it were her own, and she wanted to forget – they both wanted to forget.
Their love-making was gentle and slow that night, neither of them in a rush of any kind – neither of them wanted it to end, for the end of it meant the beginning of an uncertain future. Newt was sure to press soft kisses to her body tenderly, taking his time to worship every scar and every blemish on her skin – everything that made her his Tina; there were many things he couldn’t bring himself to say, for saying them made the entire situation far too real. He was certain that there were things she was thinking but refraining from saying for the same reasons, and he didn’t push her to tell him – actions spoke louder than words really.
They finished together, in each other’s arms, and for a few minutes neither of them could bring themselves to move – separating would mean getting ready to sleep, and waking up would mean her leaving shortly after. Tina could feel his tears against her shoulder again, unable to hold them in, and she merely held him closer to herself – as though holding on would help.
When they finally separated, redressing in their bedclothes and settling underneath the sheets for what could very well be the last time, she pressed herself against his side and reached to take his hand in hers. Newt’s hand squeezed around her own, and he had to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
“I’ll come back,” He heard her promise quietly, voice wavering only slightly. “I’ll come back to you, and to our children.”
There was no certainty behind this, but he knew what she meant – that she would try, that she would fight her hardest to return to them – and that was enough. His voice was hoarse as he responded. “I know you will. Don’t forget, Tina, please.”
“I won’t.”
They fell asleep slowly, pressed together and whispering reaffirmations of love as the uncertainty of what was to come loomed in the dark silence of the room ominously.
I was originally going to write full-blown smut for this chapter, but I’ve been super busy lately so I decided to leave it implied for this fic – I will write up a smutty-outtake story for anyone who wants it, of course!
The children will definitely be more prominent and focused on in the next chapter, not to worry!
There’s a second part, so hopefully I can get that done soon – comments and reviews feed my muse, just so you know :D
Phoenix – June 1931 – 15 (going on 16, 5th year)
Linnet – January 1933 – 13 (going on 14, 3rd year)
Leo – March 1935 – 11 (going on 12, 1st year)
Wren – May 1941 - 5
Kowalski Children:
Toby – October 1929 – 16 (nearly 17, 6th year)
Daisy – April 1931 – 15 (going on 16, 5th year)
Ruth – November 1933 – 12 (nearly 13, 2nd year)
Abel – November 1933 – 12 (nearly 13, 2nd year)
Eli – January 1939 – 7 (going on 8)
Lucy - September 1941 – 4 (1 week away from 5)
Penny – January 1943 – 3 and a half
You also see Linnet’s Michael (you all know Michael/the Linnet/Michael headcanons, I’m sure ;) ) and it’s all generally very busy on Platform 9 3/4 !
Set 1st September 1946.
It was a crisp Autumn day as the family headed to Kings Cross Station that morning, desperately trying not to get separated as the crowd began to thicken. Two older children pushed trollies with trunks in front of them, already moving further ahead in their excitement; behind, a younger and smaller boy with glasses pushed his own trolley, assisted by his father, as the youngest child – a small girl with a bow in her hair – clutched to their mother’s hand tightly.
“It’s so busy,” Wren said quietly, pressing her lips together.
Tina seemed to hesitate only slightly, though she didn’t stop walking; it seemed rather silly now, she thought, to bring a Legilimens as young as their daughter to a busy train station, and she couldn’t help but wonder if it would have been better for one of them to stay at home with her instead.
Wren frowned, giving her mother’s hand a tug forward. “I’m fine. I wanna see Phee and Lin and Leo go, Mummy!”
So stubborn, Tina thought fondly to herself; Linnet was stubborn too, so it was likely that Wren had picked it up from her older sister, given how much time they spent together.
They found their way to the barrier between platforms nine and ten, somehow managing to not become separated by the other civilians rushing about the station. In the time they waited for their parents and younger siblings to catch up, Phoenix and Linnet had managed to start a disagreement as to who was going first through the barrier.
“I’m a girl,” Linnet stated primly. “Ladies go first.”
“I’m the oldest,” Phoenix reminded her tersely. “I go first.”
“Not again,” Newt groaned, though there was obvious affection behind it. “Alright, no need to fight in the middle of the station, you two: it doesn’t matter who goes first, but if we don’t hurry then we’ll miss the train altogether.”
For a moment his two eldest children locked eyes, silently trying to force the other to back down – and then, finally, Linnet sighed. “Fine. Phoenix can go first – but only because if it’s blocked then he’ll smack the wall and not me.”
Phoenix sent her a dirty but triumphant look as he marched towards the barrier with his belongings; Leo watched in fascination as his brother disappeared easily, mouth agape in awe. Linnet followed shortly after, head held high and without a moment’s hesitation.
“Alright, now you, Leo,” Newt urged gently, putting his hands on his son’s shoulders. “Nervous?”
Leo swallowed. “No. Yes. Maybe.”
His father chuckled, shaking his head to himself. “I thought so. It is always slightly nerve-wracking the first time, I must say. You’ll be fine, Leo, I promise.”
The boy swallowed, trying to steel himself as he stared at the barrier between the platforms; it looked easy, but he still couldn’t help but worry that it wouldn’t work for him for some reason, that he wouldn’t be magical enough or something. It wouldn’t do well to hold everyone else up, of course, and so he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and started a half-run to the barrier.
When he opened his eyes, a scarlet steam engine appeared before him.
This platform was just as busy as the muggle one he had come from, though it was now filled with families wishing their children goodbye as they prepared to leave for school. Groups of children crowded together to coo over magical pets, over books on potions, and a few were even clamouring to look at what broomsticks their friends had.
By the time his parents and sister appeared, Leo still hadn’t been able to see his older siblings or his cousins; Tina looked around as well as they made their way down the platform, craning her neck and frowning to herself. “They should be here already…”
“I’m sure they’re here somewhere, love,” Newt assured her, also looking around carefully. “And I’m sure Phoenix and Lin are with them too… Ah, over there!”
Moving through the mist, it became easier to make out the shape of another family clamouring near one of the carriages of the train; Queenie beamed at the sight of them, immediately stepping forward toward her sister with her arms open. “Teenie!”
Tina smiled as she hugged her sister back tightly, laughing when Daisy rushed over to greet her; her niece was wearing her prefect badge on her jumper already, clearly pleased with herself. “Still proud about being made prefect, huh?”
“Of course!” Daisy said excitedly, though she looked somewhat tired. “It means I can boss Phoenix about now properly.”
Phoenix rolled his eyes but said nothing, helping Jacob lift the trunks onto the train instead. Leo had grown silent, smiling somewhat nervously when Abel looked over his way; before his cousin could say anything, though, Ruth had bounded over excitedly, blonde curls tied back in braids that bounced over her shoulders. “It’s gonna be so fun, Leo!” She exclaimed, pulling him into a hug without warning. “What house do you think you’ll be in? I think you’ll be a Hufflepuff, that’s the best house of course, and it was Uncle Newt’s house – you don’t want to be a Gryffindor like Phoenix and Daisy, they get in trouble a lot for doing stupid things…”
Meanwhile, Wren had silently taken Newt’s hand as she watched her siblings and cousin prepare to board the Hogwarts Express; after a few seconds, she looked up at him with wide eyes. “Can I go, Daddy? I’ll be good, I promise.”
He chuckled fondly, giving her hand a tight squeeze. “I know you’d be good, Wren. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until you’re a bit older, however – it won’t be too long now, you’ll see.”
“It’s forever away,” She complained with a pout. “I’m five, and you have to be eleven…that’s…” She hesitated, trying to count her numbers in her mind. “That’s…six years away!”
“It is,” Newt agreed, amused by the disappointed look on her face. “But it’ll pass in no time, you’ll see.” After all, just think about how fast time has passed for the other three…feels like only yesterday they were just mere babies.
Wren huffed, shaking her head to herself. “I’m not a baby either… And time isn’t passing for me. It’s not fair. I’m going to be all on my own.”
“Not completely – me and Mummy will still be here,” He reminded her gently. “You’ll have us all to yourself, and you can do more around the case now without them. How does that sound?”
“Well… Okay, I guess,” She relented half-heartedly.
Linnet, who had gotten onto the train to put her trunk away, appeared then, now chatting amicably with a tall lanky boy; he was wearing a Hufflepuff scarf, dark hair tousled as he nodded and smiled with whatever she was saying.
Wren’s shoulders lifted, wrenching her hand out of her father’s so that she could run over to them. “Hello, Michael! It’s good to see you again!”
“It’s nice to see you too, Wren,” Michael laughed quietly as she threw her arms around him. “You’re getting taller – soon you’ll be taller than me.”
She pulled a face. “I hope not.”
As they continued to talk, Newt decided to see how Leo was faring; his youngest son was now currently with his mother, having been released by Ruth, and looking anxious as she helped him to load the last of his things onto the train. When she reappeared, she looked rather melancholy – and it didn’t require Legilimency to understand why.
“You’re sure you’ve got everything?” Tina checked, and Leo nodded wordlessly. “Books, cauldron, wand, jumper… All of it?”
“Yes, Mum.” He hesitated. “I’ll write when I get there…I mean, once I’m sorted and everything; I’ll tell you what house I’m in and everything.
She bit her lip, and when she spoke her voice sounded surprisingly close to breaking. “Alright. Have fun, okay? Try to stay out of trouble, and make some friends too – I don’t want you being lonely over there.”
“I won’t be,” Leo assured her, though he didn’t sound too convinced himself. “I’ve got Phoenix and Lin and all the others… I think I’ll be okay.”
For a moment, neither of them said anything – but then suddenly Leo was lurching forwards, burying himself into his mother’s coat and embracing her desperately. Tina looked surprised but said nothing, instead running her fingers through his hair as she held him tightly.
“I’m gonna miss you, Mum,” He admitted, growing tearful. “I know I’m being a baby, I’m eleven, but… I will miss you, Mum, I will.”
“I’ll miss you too,” She agreed, closing her eyes to hide the fact that she was tearing up too. “I’ll miss all of you while you’re gone – but I know that you’re going to have a great time too, learning how to use magic properly.”
He nodded, almost to himself. “Yeah, I know…but I’m still gonna miss you a lot, Mum.”
Although Leo wasn’t her youngest, he was still very much her baby in many ways – perhaps because he was exactly like Newt, from his ruffled hair to his love of animals and the natural world. It was always emotional when a child was about to start their first year, as they had learnt with Phoenix and Linnet over the previous years – but with Leo, it was slightly more so, given the close relationship he shared with his mother.
Queenie had also been watching with a small smile, moving now to stand beside Newt. “Teen’s worried about him – he’s a quiet boy, and she doesn’t want him to get picked on by the bigger kids. I was the same with Abel.”
“I can’t believe he’s already off to school,” Newt murmured, shaking his head to himself. “I can’t believe any of them are off to school, quite frankly…seems strange to consider.”
“I know,” She agreed forlornly. “I always thought… I figured that if I had kids then they’d go to Ilvermorny, even when I was just a little girl. It’s real odd to think that they don’t sometimes.”
He wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, but thankfully the whistle from the train cut him off – a sign that it would be leaving shortly.
It was a flurry of goodbyes and final embraces on the platform as parents said farewell to their children and wished them a fun term at school; Queenie was sure to kiss all of her children and then her niece and nephews goodbye as they prepared to get onto the train, beaming brightly and bidding them a fun year. Jacob grinned at each of them as they hugged him goodbye, slipping each of the children small wrapped-up pastries as he did so.
“You know, for the journey,” He said, chuckling to himself when Daisy embraced him tightly in thanks; he would, of course, continue to send them baked treats all throughout the school year, as was tradition now in their family.
Unsurprisingly, Leo was the last to board the train; he lingered to say goodbye to his uncle and aunt before turning to both of his parents once more. He looked uncertain of what to say, of what to do, as he gnawed on his lip thoughtfully. “I’ll send an owl as soon as I can,” He said finally, and behind his glasses his eyes were glistening. “I…I’ll miss you both.”
Tina moved forwards, pulling him into a tight hug and closing her eyes. “We’ll miss you too – every day. But you’ll have fun, Leo, I promise; just don’t get into too much trouble, and…and have fun.”
“I will, Mum,” Leo promised quietly, pulling away from her.
“Besides, we’ll see you for the holidays,” Newt added, patting his son on the shoulder. “It’ll give you something to look forward to, won’t it?”
Their son’s face brightened slightly. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“I wanna go,” Wren mumbled, looking saddened as she folded her arms. “I’m the only one not going – it’s not fair.”
“You’ll go too someday,” Newt reminded her fondly. “It won’t be long at all now, you’ll see.”
Leo gave his younger sister one last hug and smiled at her. “Don’t worry, Wren – I’ll think about you every day while I’m gone: I’ll even write letters just for you.” When she looked unconvinced, he added, “I can get Phoenix and Linnet to buy stuff in Hogsmeade, and I’ll send it to you. Would you like that?”
“Hmm… Okay!” She agreed, and she gave him a small grin. “But don’t forget, Leo, because you promised!”
They watched as Leo clambered onto the train, and just a minute later he was poking his head out of the compartment his siblings had claimed earlier. All of the children were hanging out of the window as best as they could as the train started to pull out of the station, waving and calling their goodbyes to their parents loudly. The train slowly started to gather speed, and it wasn’t too long before the children disappeared from sight.
Wren was crying softly against her father’s side as she continued to wave, clearly unhappy to be left behind and to have to say goodbye to all of her older siblings; Newt patted her with one hand as the other waved. When he cast his gaze over to his wife, there was a few tears running down her face – small but still there.
“He’ll be fine,” He murmured to her. “They all will.”
“I know,” Tina sighed, still staring at the disappearing train – but a smile was slowly making its way onto her face. “I just…can’t believe how fast they’ve grown up.”
Wren tilted her head. “Even me?”
“Even you,” She affirmed affectionately, somewhat amused as she squeezed her daughter’s shoulder. “Come on, I guess we should head home then – your Auntie Queenie invited us for lunch.”
The station was starting to empty now that the train had gone, families leaving as they chattered quietly; Newt kept a firm grip on Wren’s hand as they made to leave, feeling himself rather overcome with emotion. It was hard to believe that three of his four children were now attending Hogwarts, learning to control their magic and use it properly, when it seemed only recently that they had been mere babies he had carried about his case with him – and he knew that Tina felt the same, even without her saying it.
Dear Mum and Dad,
I’m at Hogwarts now! The train journey was fine, nothing dangerous or out of the ordinary happened – though Phoenix did eat a bean that tasted like vomit (or so he says). It’s only my first day, but I already miss you and I miss Wren too. Will you tell the creatures I miss them as well?
I’ve only seen a little bit of Hogwarts, but it seems so big! The others said that I’d get used to it, and that if I wanted help finding my way around then I could just ask them, but it seems so strange at the moment. The staircases move all the time, just like you said, Dad, and there were ghosts at the feast! They were mostly polite, however, so I’m happy.
The main reason I wrote this letter was to let you know that I got sorted, and guess what? I’m in Hufflepuff, just like you, Dad! Phoenix looked slightly put out that I’m not in Gryffindor like him, but he congratulated me all the same. Ruth and Toby are happy that I’m in the same house as them, and Linnet’s friend Michael let me sit next to him at the feast. I feel better about being at Hogwarts because I know some people already – mostly family, but also a few other people who are friends with Phoenix and Linnet.
I’m going to write at least once a week because I still miss you both so much. Remember to tell the creatures that I miss them, especially the bowtruckles, and that I’m thinking about them every day.
