Unspoken // Theseus Scamander

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Honesty

Word Count: 1,883 words. 

Warnings: None. 

It was harder than I thought it was going to be; telling my big brother than the man I had been so determined to save was the son that he thought he had lost decades ago.

Aberforth had poured a bowl of stew for both of us, but neither had taken a bite. They now lay cold and unappetising on the chipped wooden table of the Hog's Head.

"Abe..." I attempted.

"He is my son?" he asked again, head in his hands.

"Yes."

"Are you certain?"

I hesitated. "Yes, I am."

He pulled back then, standing from his chair and walking away. "And how long have you know?"

"I suspected it after New York but I didn't know for sure until about four months ago," I explained.

"Four months?" he questioned, placing his hands on his hips. I noted the shaking breath he let out. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Albus told me that we had to wait," I muttered and heard the older man scoff. "He wanted to tell you when it was the right time."

"And when would the right time be?" He was growing angry now. "When he's dead?"

"Why do you think I am telling you now? I couldn't keep it from you any longer."

"But you did," he countered, turning around to face me. "You kept it from me."

"I was doing as I was told; like a bloody child. I am sorry Abe, for everything and anything that I have done to hurt you."

Aberforth sighed, looking at me again. "I'll see you for dinner next week Nat."

I took the dismissal, ignoring the growing pain in my throat as tears brimmed my eyes. "Yeah. I shall see you then."

Grabbing my things and hurrying away, I left The Hog's Head before anything else could be said.

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"He kicked you out?" Newt posed the next day.

Sitting in a coffee shop, I nursed the warm latte in my hands. "He didn't kick me out. He just... implied that he was done talking to me."

"Are they not the same thing?"

"No, Newt. I would have preferred if he shouted at me in anger over dismissing me like there was nothing wrong," I explained.

The younger Scamander sighed, sipping his tea. "At least he knows now."

"Yes, and I shall certainly have an angry Albus on my case in a couple of days when Abe inevitably confronts him about it."

"Nat..."

I couldn't do this conversation anymore. "In other things," I began, painting a smile across my face. "How's Tina?"

He sighed, taking the change of topic. "I don't know," he admitted. "I haven't talked to her since Paris."

"Paris?" I questioned with a sigh. "Newt..."

"You know that I'm bad at... talking."

I bit my lip. "Would you like me to talk to her for you? Maybe nudge it along? I mean the woman definitely has feelings for you," I suggested.

Watching the man blush, I couldn't remember the last time that he liked someone as must as he did Tina. "She's trying to find her sister."

"I'm trying to find Credence," I countered, "and yet I still have time for your idiot brother."