~Sequentia~ (Harry Potter Characters x Reader)

Wish of a Unicorn [Newt Scamander]

Newt Scamander x Reader

[Theme: Student]

Born 1897, I was destined to die. Life and Fate are two cruel mistresses who work together to bring misery and despair to their playthings with no remorse. They weave their threads together, coiling around throats, laced with poison, and ready to snap at any time. From the moment I was given sentience, the two mistresses decided my life was one to toy with.

My family was ancient. We could trace our heritage back to the Dark Ages and to the beginning of magic itself. One of the oldest known in history, there were few who didn't know our name. However, that did not make us arrogant blood supremacists like many would think. We are not like those belonging to Malfoy or Rosier

The reason behind that would be clear once you investigated us. Many centuries ago, my ancestor was placed under a blood curse for their digressions against the many. They chose to exterminate those beneath them in a fit of rage, not caring about the consequences and only seeking the revolting blood of the weak. The Muggles, though they were known by a different term back then, lay lifeless before him.

To ensure that no such act would occur in our family again, a blood curse was inflicted upon him, sapping him of his strength until he became little more than a husk of his old self. A pitiful remains of the man who killed thousands—though his victims were more than gleeful at his change.

Throughout several generations, the curse continued until it ran dry. For the past six generations, nobody in my family has had such a weakness. We were strong and powerful, yet we knew our place. That was until my birth. Curled in my mother's arms, she held me tight to her breast not because she was a new mother who adored her child, but because she knew the second she looked at me what would become of me.

I could barely move. I could barely breathe. My mother begged the nurses at St. Mungo's to try to cure me, but there was no hope. No spell or remedy could cure what coursed through my blood like a silent serpent slithering through blades of grass, ready to strike. One day, that snake would inject its venom into my very being, debilitating me until I was no more.

I've lived with that knowledge my entire life. Mother and Father kept me indoors, terrified that if I stepped outside, I would collapse. The house elves were commanded to keep an eye on me every hour of the day. If I so much as coughed, a frenzy would begin. The expectation was that I would die before I turned twenty.

Short distances down the hall weren't too much trouble. Once I arrived at the stairs, some weakness would hit my legs, but with the help of the bannister, I could just about manage. Running was out of the question, and I couldn't participate in any form of sports or physical activities. Because of that and my sheltered life, I had no hobbies and no friends.

So, when the time came for me to attend Hogwarts, my parents fought tooth and nail to convince me not to go. By my fourth year, I was fed up with their rules. If I was doomed to die, I wanted to live the life of a normal girl.

And a normal girl, I tried to be... a simple Hufflepuff doing her classes. Despite the cautious looks from my teachers and general dissuasion from my classmates, I somehow managed to find that normalcy. When everything is abnormal, everything starts to seem normal. That was the weird and wonderful world of Newt Scamander.

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The sound of the wind blew through the leaves, decorating the dusk sky above us. A small group of ten watched our Care of Magical Creatures teacher with bated breath as to what the so-called surprise they had been holding secret for over a month now could be.

As we waited, I sat down at a knee-high table used for grooming smaller creatures. Due to my curse, it was best for me to preserve my strength whenever possible. Newt knew that all too well; it was his idea to bring us away from everyone else.