SCARS || Newt Scamander

Twenty Two

Three Magical Congress Of The United States Of America officials entered the cells, ready to take Tina Goldstein, Clara Angell and Newt Scamander to their trials. The three were awfully quiet, and they wondered what had happened when they weren't in there.

They were brought to a big white room, where there was a small waterish area and a chair floating in the middle.

"Let's get the bad stuff out." One of the women said. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at Clara's head, and she slowly pulled out Clara's memory. She flicked it into the water, and sat Clara down on the stool.

Multiple memories showed in the water. The first was of when she and Newt first met.

"Hello, may I sit here?" The 11 year old Newt said to the 11 Clara.

"Of course." The other Clara said smiling. Clara felt the tears come, these memories were sad, reminding her of what the old days used to be.

Then they showed the time when Newt kept beating her in Chess.

"Another victory to Newt Scamander!" The memory Newt said.

"Calm down Newt!" Clara said.

"Yeah Salamander! Let the girl win!" A Gryffindor shouted.

"Scamander!" The memory Newt shouted. The real Clara was officially in tears now.

Tina glanced at the real Newt, who was staring at Clara's memories. She noticed how very few of them were just Clara, and most of them contained Clara and Newt.

And then the final, most painful and most recent memory appeared. The one in the cells. Clara wanted to close her eyes to escape the pain, but it wouldn't let her.

"Oh, maybe it would be different if you didn't come here! This place was running perfectly before you came in!" The memory Clara snapped. Clara knew what was coming, and she was fully crying now.

"You know, a werewolf like you never should've existed!" The memory Newt said to the memory Clara.

"No, make it stop please!" The real Clara cried, tears running down her face. The MACUSA women shook her head. One looked at Newt.

"You really got yourself into a pickle, Mr. Scamander." One said. Newt ignored her, and stared at Clara. Tina noticed the hurt expression on Newt's face, she knew he felt terrible for making Clara cry.

Then Queenie and Jacob busted in with Newt's case. Queenie shot some spells at the three Ministry women, nocking them out.

"Newt, get Clara!" Tina said. Clara looked up at the four.

"Are you sure? I think she kind of hates me right now!" Newt said to Tina. Clara began to panic as the blackness of the water rose up around her.

"Newt!" Tina said. He sighed and turned to Clara.

"Okay, Clara. I know you hate me, just trust me right now. Jump from the chair, I'll catch you." He said. Clara stared at Newt, before making her decision. Clara jumped, and Newt caught her. Newt and Clara stood there, and awkward silence between the two. Clara then made Newt let go of her.

"Um, thank you Mr. Scamander." She said, wiping her eyes.

"You know you can still call me Newt." He said, frowning.

"No, I'm fine." She said, turning and walking to Queenie and Jacob. Newt frowned, watching Clara walk away from him.

"Come on, we have to go." Queenie said, taking Jacob's hand and rushing out the door. Clara, Newt and Tina followed.

Outside MACUSA, the city was Chaos. They had apparated to a top of a building. An Obscurus had gotten loose and was flying around the city, destroying anything in it's path. Newt looked over the city, a plan forming in his mind.

"If I die there-" He started, but was interrupted by Clara.

"No, You aren't dying Mr. Scamander." Clara said.

"Please, call me Newt, Clara." Newt said, and Clara saw the hurt in his eyes.

"Alright.... Newt." She said reluctantly. Even though she said it reluctantly, Newt couldn't help it when a small smile formed on his lips.

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