Newt Scamander Preferences

When He Dies * Not The End Of The Book FYI *

A/N: Welcome, Dear Readers. Are you ready to discover what exactly #VoteOccamy entailed?

THE SONG TO LISTEN TO WHILST READING THIS CHAPTER IS NO LIGHT, NO LIGHT BY FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE. PLEASE LISTEN TO IT. 

WARNING: CONTAINS GORE AND MAJOR DEATH. 

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When you reopened your eyes, gone were your beautiful irises and in their place, pitch black evil. He stumbled backwards, the wall hitting his back. Newt stared at you and despite his determination, the sight of the darkness within you, terrifird the male. "(Y/N)?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper but in the silent room, his own question echoed around the room as if he had shouted your name.

Your eyes widened in realisation and then a low growl rumbled through your vocal cords. "Don't call me that." you snarled, attempting to pick yourself up off of the floor. "That was the name you called me when I was weak. I'm no longer weak and," you leant forwards slightly. "And for the record, I. Hate. You."

A/N: * Weeps * My poor marshmallow-faced, bundle of fluffy cotton wool.

Your words truly did hurt him but Newt wasn't ready to give up just yet on you. "(Y/N), listen to me, this isn't you." the male pleaded to you, wherever you were inside your infected body. "This... this is Isadora making you think this way. I know that the (y/n) I love is still in there-" he probably would have continued if you had not suddenly smashed your fist into his unsuspecting face.

A/N: * pauses a moment before typing * I wonder how many shocked comments I'll get for this? Five? Ten? Fifty?

Picking him up by the lapels, you slammed Newt into the nearby wall, holding him there, as Isadora wanted you to make him suffer and suffer he would. "Shut the f*ck up!"

"This isn't you!"

"Bulls***!" you threw him to the floor with a mighty thud, stunning Newt. You proceeded to kick him in the gut repeatedly until he was begging for you/Isadora to stop. The coward.

You then grabbed him by his fine, auburn hair and continuously punched him until he was spitting out more blood than saliva. "You're just someone standing in my way."

"You can fight her, (y/n)."

"Well, 'in order to build a better world, sometimes means tearing the old one down... And that makes enemies'**."

"(y/n), I know you can hear me. Fight. Against. Her."

"They can't hear you, Scamander. Your (y/n) no longer exists in here. I have devoured her."

"(Y/N), don't listen to her. I promised I would save you and I'm trying. I just need you to help me."

"Lalalalala, not listening."

"(Y/N)-"

"Oh, shut. Up!" you yelled, sending a cutting curse in his direction.

Then the world turned red.

There was a distinct feeling in his chest, spreading like fire across the cotton fibres of his shirt. The pain crescendoing as time ticked by slowly.

He attempted to breathe in but the male couldn't make his lungs comply to his command. Suddenly a pressure moved up his throat, causing him to gag and cough. His hands covered his mouth. More red, his fingers were tainted with the deep shade.

Newt hit the ground with a loud thud.

Something inside you snapped, with all of your might, you internally kicked and founght against Isadora's grip. You punched and screamed, nailing scraping and tearing away the darkness. "GET OOOOUT!" you screamed, your nails pulling away chucks of dark matter.

Isadora and her darkness may have been generally strong but in a grief-stricken rage, you were an unstoppable force.

The vile being screeched in pain, her shrill cries ringing through your mind, threatening to deafen you but still, you persevered, not faltering in your attack even for one second.

Finally, you emerged victorious. Around your subconscious, you watched the remaining threads of evil escape your body, travelling upwards until each fragment dispersed into tiny, useless particles.

You were finally alone in your body, your soul free of any darkness. The only damaged left behind by Isadora were your bloodied knuckles and Newt...

 His sight was marred with red, his blood. Lying on his back, he gazed up at his attacker with unseeing eyes, all he could see was red.

A choke caught in his throat, the congealing irony substance was slowly pooling in hid chest. He could feel it's presence swelling, becoming heavier and heavier. An added weight on his already laboured lungs.

Staring through hazy eyes, the male could just about make out the silhouette of his beloved leaning over him.

"How...?" he wheezed.

"I'm sorry." you knelt beside him, leaning in close and still crying. "I should have fought harder, sooner." the palm of your right hand rested flatly upon his chest wound, as you applied pressure, in hope of staunching the blood floor. "I'm so sorry."

He squirmed under her touch, short whines and sobs of agony escaped his lips. "(Y/N)..."

"Don't. Please don't say anything, conserve your energy, Newt." you sobbed. "I don't want to do this."

"I...I..." he gasped. "You're free."

"Yet I'm now in my own personal hell." you scoffed, despite yourself.

With surprising force, he pulled you down to his level. "I...I...forgive...you." he murmured.

Your foreheads were now touching, the gap between them was slowly disappearing. Soon you were chest to chest, his hands resting on your waist and yours in his hair. Their lips gently touched. It had been too long since you had kissed.

Newt could not help but deepen the kiss. He didn't care about his wound, at least he would get to have one last kiss from you.

"Remember...me. Remember us." he whispered.

"Don't say that." you wept. "You're going to survive this. We're going to get through this and...and spend Christmas together. We're going to have our first Christmas together as a couple."

"I'm...sorry." he drawled, exhausted from attempting to breathe and simaltaneously talk. "I'm really scared, (y/n)."

Your eye contact met his terrified gaze. Suddenly, the realisation that you were going to lose him forever fully hit you. No matter how much you begged, he wasn't hear to stay. "I'm not going anywhere." you desperately tried to stay brave for him.

"It hurts so much."

"I know," you tenderly placed a kiss on Newt's forehead.

His eyelids began to droop. "Don't leave me." he slurred, slipping away.

"I promise. I'm not going anywhere."

"(Y/N)?" he coughed, blood gurgling in his chest.

"Newt?"

"I-" but he didn't get to finish his sentence...

... he was gone.

Newt seemed so peaceful. Moving a stray lock of hair from his face, you finally allowed yourself to break down for a moment. A loud sob escaped her lips. "I'm so sorry, Newt."

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A/N: * hides behind a cardboard cut out of Eddie Redmayne * So...what did you think?

P.S. This is not the end of the book.