It came as no surprise that Mamma Scamander was deathly afraid for what had become of her youngest child. Her gut feeling told her he was alive, but she worried over his wellness. Especially after the royal family told the entire kingdom of the supposed crimes he had committed after throwing him out – stealing the creatures and all.
It was a daily routine – worry and then force her mind to calm down so she could sleep. Then repeat.
Until she found a bundle of Lisianthus flowers on her doorstep with a note attached.
She read the note right there, outside, tears streaming down her face. Her son was alive and doing brilliantly. He clarified that he didn’t technically steal the creatures, but they were safe with him in a place where the king couldn’t get to them. For everyone’s safety, he couldn’t tell her where he was currently or where he was going.
But she understood. All she cared about was that her baby boy was doing okay, even if that meant she couldn’t see him. Her husband understood too, though he was unfazed by the news and carried on like nothing had happened.
Theseus on the other hand was livid when he returned home, dead set on putting together a search party to retrieve Newt. Mamma Scamander held him in a tight hug, explaining sadly that he couldn’t do that, not unless he wanted to see his baby brother in chains like a criminal.
After a while, Mamma Scamander began to worry again. But her favourite flowers appeared at her doorstep once more. They did so four times a year: on her birthday, on Newt’s birthday, to celebrate the start of spring, and to celebrate the new year.
She stopped worrying so much. Besides, he wasn’t the child rushing off into battles.
Newt had wasted no time after arriving. As soon as he was able to, he headed off into the township, only one place in mind.
He was able to appreciate the quietness that night brought, not needing light to find his destination. Even after all these years, he would be disappointed if he couldn’t find his way. He felt something nudge his empty hand. Doris had refused to leave his side thus far, and now wanted him to calm down.
Giving her a light scratch on her head, Newt sped up slightly. Nerves ran through his bones as his destination came into view.
With Doris settled at a well across the street, Newt took a deep breath before knocking on the familiar wooden door.
He held the bouquet of flowers in his hands even tighter as he took a step back. Even his sweet mother would open the door with an oven paddle this late at night. Which is exactly what his thoughts went to when he heard shuffling from behind the door.
The door opened, just a crack. In a flurry, something heavy thudded on the ground before the door was opened wide to reveal none other than Mamma Scamander. She immediately pulled her son into a tight hug right there on her doorstep, tears already streaming down her cheeks. She pulled him inside like that, refusing to let him go after so many years.
Newt hugged her just as intensely, tears falling out of his eyes too.
Mamma Scamander pulled back first, holding his face in her hands, turning it this way and that. She carefully inspected him under the light of an already lit candle. Shock took over her as she realised just how well he was doing. “You’re being taken care of,” she said happily. There was no doubt in her mind otherwise. The clothes he wore were an indicator as well.
Newt smiled and nodded at her in response. He replaced the dried flowers in the vase on the table with the fresh ones in his hand, stepping closer to the flame. He noted just how quiet everything was.
Turning to face his mother again, he asked, “Where’s dad and Theseus?” His mother had always struggled to sleep when the house was empty.
Mamma Scamander let out a sigh. “At the castle. Both of them. They were hand picked by the king for a royal event tomorrow.”
“So I will get to see them.” His words were faint, more for himself than anyone else.
Giving her baby boy another once over, Mamma Scamander noticed something glint in the minimal lighting as he moved. Grabbing his left hand, she brought it closer to her face while letting her fingers run over his. A smile broke out onto her face, tears threatening to spill once again.
“You married a noble... He must treat you exceptionally well, being able to send me these flowers all year long.”
Newt entwined their fingers and kissed his mother’s hand. He gave her a soft smile that meant more to her than the world.
Newt grimaced as he and Gellert were escorted through the halls of the castle. Not a single thing had changed about this dreary place, making it feel even more drab compared to his new home. He was able to reminisce about the days he worked here when his eyes caught on a large scratch in the stone. The mark was caused by a horned beast that had been angered by the king and was dead set on skewering him – Newt, of course, had intervened.
A soft squeeze on his arm brought him out of his thoughts as he and Gellert arrived at the ballroom in use. The room was filled with many other royals and nobles.
Gellert left his red head alone for a mere moments before someone bumped into him.
Newt’s light crown toppled off his head as a serving platter fell to the floor. Thankfully, the room was loud enough for nobody to notice the incident between him and the server.
Said server began to panic as he bowed, but Newt would know that face anywhere.
“I am deeply sorry, sire, I will leave immediately.”
“It’s fine Charlie, really,” Newt replied, retrieving both his crown and the serving platter from the floor.
Charlie had been a young new servant right before Newt left, and despite the short time they worked in the castle together, they managed to form some sort of friendship.
With wide eyes, Charlie stood upright, yanking the silver platter back into his own hands. He hugged it tight to his chest as he stared. “Newt. Newt Scamander in a crown. Wow.”
Newt smiled bright. “Quite the turn of events, isn’t it.” He was glad to see someone who he didn’t have a hate-hate relationship with. “I’d hate for you to get into trouble,” he said with a friendly yet pointed tone. The royal family here did hate it when servants loitered around – even more so when they had an empty food platter. Charlie understood and scurried away.
His moment alone was yet again promptly interrupted as the clanking of armour sounded from behind him. He had no time to think as he was captured in a bone crushing hug from behind, being lifted off his feet for a second.
“You had me worried sick.” The voice was furious and ecstatic at the same time.
“Sorry Thee.”
“Scamander! What on God’s earth are you doing to my guest?!” The king screeched from his throne, looking exceptionally frail. If one were to blow in his direction he’d surely fall over and break; maybe it was time for him to resign.
Theseus immediately let go of his baby brother, turning to face the throne. He stood at attention, not knowing what else he was to do.
Newt, with his crooked crown, also turned to face the throne, more at ease hearing the king yell than the last time he was within these walls. He grinned as his eyes flickered to the guards posted next to the throne.
“Son?”
The word echoed throughout the now silent ballroom.
Outsiders were not privy to the details of what was unfolding before their eyes, so they sipped their wine and watched with anticipation.
“You. What are you doing back in my castle!?”
“I was invited.”
The king seemed to choke at that. “Never would I invite a thief into my walls.” His words were booming compared to the red heads.
A new person spoke up from the crowd, leisurely making their way to a spot in clear view of the throne. “He is not a thief, so no need for lies.” Gellert stated. He was not going to have this old man threaten his beloved.
“King Gellert, you –”
“He stole nothing.” Gellert’s tone was firm, his words final.
Everyone had heard the stories of the now King Gellert Grindelwald. He had been a simple noble who climbed his way up the ranks, eventually reigning over his own kingdom. He had used various methods to acquire his spot. Knowing this, nobody dared to speak up or contradict his word, choosing silence over a potential war.
Satisfied, he turned and idly made his way towards the Scamander brothers, addressing the entire room as he went.
“This is a gathering, is it not? Feast, talk, laugh, enjoy.”
When he stopped, he was by Newt’s side, giving Theseus a calculating look.
If Theseus could kick him out of the castle he would. Instead, he settled for glaring back. He saw the matching rings on their hands. The fancy clothes, the crown, the overall wellness of his baby brother. Even he could easily put two and two together. “Why did you help my brother?”
All Gellert did was smirk and Newt knew enough to not let him speak. He set a hand on his brothers’ shoulder before speaking. “Please, no fighting.”
Theseus hmphed, leaving without another word to continue with his job.
Newt’s father never made move to greet him, but that was fine. He understood. Not getting a response when he smiled and waved was okay. He did hope that the next time he saw his family he would be able to actually hug and talk to his own dad.
Newt and Gellert mingled for ages. As time went on, the distance between the couple decreased as Gellert finally gripped Newt at his waist. He did not like how people were looking at his husband.
By the time the night ended, they were both happy to be out of there.
Newt was once again free to enjoy fresh air and the affection of Doris. Gellert had felt the conversations throughout the gathering were drab and pointless, even when discussing business. He enjoyed watching his husband, his Prince, play with their large cat friend more than any fancy royal arrangement.
Sometimes he wished he needn’t be required to attend all these meetings and gatherings, but he did have duties as a king to attend to. Afterall, he wasn’t just doing these things for himself. He had to take care of Newt and their little piece of wonder back home.
Maybe they would find something to rescue and take back with them this trip.
When the couple departed for home, they were accompanied by five servants that had so far belonged to the king of Newt’s hometown.
“So, Prince Newt, where we going?” Charlie asked, being the most comfortable servant there. He seemed not to mind the watching eye of Gellert nor the huge cat – both hanging around the red head being questioned.
“Oh! Nurmengard castle. It is quiet the magical place.” Newt said happily, giving a scratch to dear Doris. He put his crown on her before trying to get the rest of the new additions to his own castle to relax.
Nobody was going to yell at them for something trivial anymore.
A few years later, the king of Newt’s hometown passed away. He had been severely ill, emptying the contents of his stomach regularly in the months before death. Since he bore no children and had no wife, his nephew was the next in line.
This was the same nephew that had arrived to take Newt’s old job. As soon as he was crowned, he declared war on Nurmengard on the claims that the rulers were ghastly people who had poisoned his late uncle.
He was not wrong. Gellert had managed to get someone to off the rude man. However, he did not take lightly to such accusations. And neither did Newt.
Some would say that there was a war, but most would say that the battle was lost before it truly ever begun. The kingdom of Nurmengard won before the month ended. It was the fastest war in history that reported the least number of casualties, however, the injury rate was extremely high. There was a point to be made.
The new king was not slaughtered. No. He was left to live with his failure and the knowledge that the kingdom of Nurmengard was not one to be messed with.
King Gellert and Prince Newt were a force to be reckoned with.
After this little disturbance in the peace, Newt was given a gift.
He had been led to a newly built house in the town, confused as to what Gellert could possibly be doing when he covered Newt’s eyes right before entering. He nearly broke down in tears when he saw his mother standing in the middle of the house, large bag next to her and her favourite vase on the table.
Mamma Scamander had gone to live in Nurmengard with her baby boy in order to restart her career as a herbalist.
Newt couldn’t have been happier with his life.
And Gellert couldn’t have been happier to have Newt in his life.
Hey guys so uhhhhhh if I started writing a fantasy adventure book about a little red fox trying to track down and kill the parasitic demon beast that killed his village with a ragtag group of unstable young adults you'd be like.... Interested right?
I had a dream the other night that just handed me a whole lot of world building and interesting character and plot based tension so all I really want to do is stare into nothing and work through this really pivotal scene in my head but I can’t because I have to be an Adult and work so that sucks
There is magic everywhere if you just look. Everyone focuses on the bad when they should be focusing on the wonders all around us. Go out in the world and really see it and the beauty that's everywhere. Look through your rose colored glasses and keep your glass half full!
Ok lovelies, I have posted a little oneshot on Ao3 that is a pairing between Link and a female OC in a fantasy Kingdom of my own making. If this interests you, go check it out!
