Newt Scamander Preferences

Is This Goodbye?

He walked the silent halls, feet slightly dragging as he memorised his surroundings. A place he would never return to after his expulsion was instigated.

Back at the infirmary, he asked after you, wanting to know how you had been fairing in his absence.

The male was informed that you had now stopped screaming. The initial aftershock had finally worn off. You were now sleeping, exhausted from the ordeal. It would take a while but eventually, you would return to as you were pre-attack.

Upon hearing this news, Newt rubbed a hand over his weary face. Saying goodbye to you was becoming increasingly more difficult, as if it weren't hard enough already. How could he possibly leave you when you were in such a fragile and transitional state?

Walking to your bedside, he was somewhat thankful that you were peacefully sleeping. He wasn't sure if he could say goodbye to you if you were awake. No doubt if you had been conscious, the male would have refused to pack up his bags and vacate Hogwarts. At least this way he could slip away, without hearing your heartbreaking pleads for him to remain at the wizarding school.

He sat on the edge of the hospital bed, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest. It reminded him that you had survived, that you had a long life ahead of you. As long as he didn't meddle with it further.

Newt placed a kiss on your forehead, a tear running down his cheek. More and more tears began to fall. He couldn't stop them.

He had promised to protect you and he had failed.

Taking one of your cold hands in his, he kissed each knuckle, wondering how he could possibly live with seeing you on a daily basis. You were his addiction and now the faculty had cut off his supply. He was addict without a drug.

"Oh my live, forgive me please. I'm so sorry. I wish I could just shield you from all of this, keep you wrapped up in your warm duvet and protect you from the world. 'It seems right now that all I've ever done in my life is making my way here to you', but it always seems I'm too late. You are indeed an angel without wings. I hope I've made the right decision, please don't hate me. I love you. I just hope that you love me when you wake up. I'm sorry for having to abandon you." drawing his wand from his pocket, he uttered the words. "I'm going to set things right. I promise." wiping his tears, he whispered: "Obliviate."

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A/N: Should I continue writing?