Harry Potter x Reader Oneshots - All Generations

Newt Scamander x Reader

(A/N Fantastic Beasts again, because it was an AMAZING movie! Anyway, possible spoilers ahead!)

You couldn't see well in the moonlight, and you didn't dare use your wand to light the way. You were deep in the forest, but not deep enough that no one could see the bright light between the trees. The moon was hardly full in the sky, the perfect night. It may have been dark, but you wouldn't have to worry about werewolves. The full moon was a couple days ago, so the other dangerous magical creatures in the forest were still in recovery. 

The body was heavier than you imagined as you dragged it. The fatigue from the killing itself was starting to get to you. It wore away your conscience as well as your muscles. You continued on nonetheless, dragging the body and stopping every couple steps to clear the path of tracks and blood. 

It was tiring and stressful work. You could clearly hear your heart in your ears and that made everything worse. You started to shake when you couldn't hear your surroundings over the sounds of your own labor and blood rushing. 

There was an unnatural  rustle in the bushes and you instantly dropped the body. The sound of it falling to the ground made more noise and you cringed. Blood was pooling around it. You crouched, stepping back into a bush for cover. You pulled your wand out and left the body to lay still. The pale face of your victim looked towards you from where it lay and you felt no remorse.

The sound happened again. Louder. Then again. There was barely enough time between the next footsteps for a single, rapid heartbeat. You dove forward, grabbing the bloodied arm of the corpse in front of you. A crashing noise came, even louder and closer than the previous noises.

You pulled away from a scratching nail against your leg and apparated. It was instinct, and impulse spell. Which is what made it so dangerous. You had no idea where you were going, just as long as you were as far away from what was following you as possible.

That's the thing with apparating. It listens to you, but it can only go as far as places you've been to and can picture in your mind. That's how you ended up in Saudi Arabia, the farthest place in your memory from London. 

You hadn't been there in decades and the sun felt hotter than you remembered. You took off your coat and looked up at the sky. The sun was blinding compared to the dark night in London, despite the fact that the sun was almost setting. 

Orange light spread across the sky and the sand was stained red. The blood seemed less intimidating now. The entire expanse was an ocean of crimson. You turned slowly, taking in your surroundings. It seemed almost entirely empty, a smokey line of fire shone in the distance. But that was hardly a worry. Your heart slowed at the calmness of the bare horizon.

That was until there was a cough behind you. You dropped the body again and raised your wand. The moment of peace was gone and your switched easily back into a combat mode.

"I don't mean you any harm," The meek voice said. The man raised his hands timidly.

His eyes were tired like yours, and there was a thud at his feet when he raised his arms. A body sat at his feet like one lay before yours. It was smaller and darker than yours. Quiet, closed eyes, a peaceful face. You looked briefly at the body you'd brought and so did he. Your body had a pale face, blood still pooling underneath him. His eyes were still open, but the color was faded from them. Soon he'd be out of blood. It had been almost an hour and you'd hit multiple major arteries. The only reason he hadn't bled out sooner was the ground you dragged him on did a small job to plug the holes and slow the blood.

The man's face became frightened and pale at the sight of the body, even with his already light skin. He backed away, as though saying he didn't want to be next. He seemed to be no threat, and you took that as enough to turn your eye off him. You still knew he was there, and your wand was at your hip and a spell in your mind, but you had to get rid of this body and get home. 

Here was as good a place as any to bury a body. 

"He deserved it," You explained to the man, gesturing to the dead body. You didn't bother with introductions. You didn't bother to ask about his corpse. He simply nodded warily and you stepped away from the body and pulled out a wand.

Magic was unpredictable, so the only way to make sure the body was taken care of was to bury and burn it. You brushed your hair out of your face with one hand and pointed a wand with the other. You almost shed a tear, but not for the dead man burning in the sand. You could hear the sobbing of the man behind you. 

You didn't look at him. You didn't turn your head. But you focused hard on his crying. It was loud in your ears against the crackling of the magical fire, but in reality it was much quieter. When the fire stopped you couldn't stand the sound against the silence.

"I'm sorry for your loss," You said quietly.

"I would say the same, but you don't seem very sad."

You turned to face your back to him, trying not to break. It was hard to kill someone. It was even harder not to care. You believed that the man you killed deserved it, but it was hard to not care. People were still people, no matter how evil. You were still a sinner, no matter how kind hearted.

"You're not from here," You commented on his accent, ignoring his remark.

"Neither are you," He said. "You apparated from out of nowhere."

"Ah, so you're a wizard?"

"Born and bred, Hogwarts kid."

"Hmm, I was a Durmstrang girl. Born in London though."

"You're from London?" His eyes seemed to light up.

"I'm leaving London soon," You said sadly. "After this," You gestured to the ashes in the sand. "I can't go back to that city."

He said nothing.

"It's better of without me," You said. "Without him too."

"Who is he?"

"No idea who he really is, he didn't have a wallet or nothing," You said. "But the papers call, called, him Jack the Ripper."

You looked at him again and saw in his blue eyes behind his hanging red hair that you had said too much. You apparated away. The ashes stayed in place in the sand. The man was as still as the ashes in the windless space. You hoped you'd never have to see his sad eyes again, but he had other plans.

(A/N Part 2 on it's way!)