Unspoken // Theseus Scamander

Chapter Twenty-Two - Unexpected Help

Word Count: 1,824 words. 

Warnings: None. 

Author's Note: Relatively short chapter and a bit of a while since the last update. Apologies, I have been a very busy woman and I assure you, I am not done with this fanfiction. Just as a disclaimer, the coming chapters will be generally within the 1,500 - 2,000 words area, purely because it will be easier to keep perspectives and the updates will be quicker (hopefully). Enjoy.

"So," I began, letting out a heavy sigh. "You and Tina?"

Newt and I had apparated to the top of one of the highest buildings in Paris. Mr. Kowalski had been more than shocked when I grabbed his coat and brought him with us, but he seemed to be recovering on the far corner of the roof.

He shook his head. "There isn't any me and Tina," he explained. "How are you and my brother?"

My eyes widened. "Was that sarcasm coming from your mouth?"

"Maybe."

"Who are you and what have you done with Newt Scamander?"

Newt sighed, watching the streets below for any sign of who we were seeking. "I've tried to write her a letter twenty seven times since the end of the last year," he admitted.

"Oh Newt."

"But I can't seem to write a good one, one that is," he stuttered, "worthy."

I moved to my hunkers to match my friends gaze. "I love him, I think you know that. I always have and I always will against everything in me that says he is not worth it."

Newt's gaze flickered to the side of my face. "He loves you too."

"I know," I replied with a tired smiled. "Recently, he told me that he's always felt like that, but that there was a barrier between us," – I scoffed – "Apparently he's not worthy of me, if you believe that bullshit. If he loves me, he'll love me, not whine about not being good enough for an orphan who has amounted to nothing... and marry Leta fucking Lestrange."

Newt hesitated. "I don't know... much about feelings, but... Theseus worships you."

I looked at him. "Worships me?"

"You're the strongest person he knows, the strongest person I know. You lost everything when you were a child and your worked your way up, despite what people believe of you and Professor Dumbledore. He does not say that he doesn't deserve you based on status or money, but in the sense of your devotion and your strength. He doesn't believe that he could give you the love that you deserve."

I was taken aback, to say the least. That was the longest time that Newt Scamander had ever looked me in the eyes, the longest time he had talked to me without interruption. I don't think I had ever heard him say something so heartfelt.

"Where did that come from?" I questioned, still reeling from what he had said. Newt was right. I had thought that that was what Theseus meant, but had I been wrong? If I had, it didn't matter.

"You're my best friend," he told me, "and he's my brother, and the two of you have been dancing around like Hippogriffs for two decades."

I smiled, looking back to the street. "You had to compare me to a magical creature."

He shook his head, stuttering. "If you are anything, you are like a phoenix. Beautiful and able to rise from the ashes."

My smile fell. "Like a phoenix," I muttered to myself. It had hurt. That Credence didn't trust me, but it had been unfounded. If he truly was who I believed he was, who I knew he was, then he was dying. He was dying just like Ariana was.