Bad Dreams | Newt x Reader (Being Edited)

Chapter 23-Spoiler: Ratman Looks Like a Rat

The dreams came as they always did.

Sunlight streamed through the windows and the bright sky outside was clear of clouds. The oceans glittered below the cliffs, stretching out into the horizon. The waves crashed onto the beach below, the noise slipping through the crack in the window.

My heart ached at the sight of my old home.

A noise behind me caught my attention. My younger self smiled to herself as she cut a sandwich in half and piled it onto a plate.

I took advantage of the moment to look around, trying to spark any sliver of memory. My eyes trailed over the faded grey lounges, to the faded rug on the floor between them, to the blurred photos covering the cream walls.

She picked up the plate and carried it down the hallway. I followed her, trailing her as she hurried up some stairs and along a carpet-floored hallway.

She shouldered open one of the doors and entered a bedroom where two boys were seated on the floor around a piece of paper. I took a moment to look around as my younger self settled herself next to them. Bookshelves lined the walls and books were scattered around the room. A desk off to the side was covered in paper and many other items.

One of the boys spoke, their voice distorted but shifted into focus a second later.

"—and I were thinking, we should create a secret language for just the three of us."

I was nearly certain he was my brother. My heart gave another painful lurch.

My younger self's eyes brightened and almost immediately, the three of them began work.

I sat down on the edge of the poorly made bed and watched as one of the boys scrawled the letters of the alphabet on the paper. They decided it was only going to be a written language for now. For each letter, they would create a symbol in its place. Time dragged by as they squabbled over the symbols.

"Is that the eye of Sauron?" the boy I was sure was my twin asked as my younger self drew an eye for the letter 'L'.

"Yes."

"And that's the deathly hallows symbol," the other boy said, amusement tugging on his tone.

"Yes, now shut up the both of you."

My twin sprang to his feet and bolted to the door. He flung it open and stuck his head out. "Mum! She told us to shut up!"

"Y/n, be nice!" a woman's voice yelled back.

I got up and ran for the source of the voice but slammed into an invisible wall. The world tilted as I stumbled back, nearly falling over.

Someone materialised next to me and I shrieked. The blood-covered version of myself rolled her eyes at me. Her hair dangled in clumps, stiff with dry blood. Amusement at my reaction sparkled in her bloodshot eyes.

She folded her arms across her ruined grey shirt. "You couldn't see what was happening with your parents in the memory, that's why you can't go see them."

"What is your problem?" I snapped, and stepped back to put more distance between us.

A smirk tugged at her lips but she squashed it. "I'm bored, though I am thrilled now that we are out of that prison."

I turned away from her and headed back into the bedroom. "Whatever."

My twin leaned his blurred face closer to the paper. "Why have you drawn a fork?"

The other boy tutted, jabbing him playfully. "That's the trident symbol from Percy Jackson. Y/n gave you the books. You said you read them?"

"Okay, I will admit that I didn't read them," my twin said.