Newt scamander x reader one shots

Hurt

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

You were depressed you knew it. Everyone teased you about your muggleborn status, how you always had hand me down robes, and how you never got any mail. They called you the orphan of Hogwarts. But you weren't, your dad died when you were 6 and your mum was out of the job, so you had to provide for her and yourself. It was still difficult.

One day you couldn't take it anymore and you took out you wand and began casting spells that left slashes in your arm. You wince in pain but breath. You look in the mirror at your stinging red eyes and walk away.

The next day you are in potions class. A red haired boy, who you never noticed was looking at your arm. Self consciously, you pull down your sleeves to try to hide them. He looks up at you before quickly looking back at his book. He starts rubbing his own arm. You glance over at him and he pulls up his sleeve. Underneath, there were scars. They were faded but you understand.
"Wounds heal, but it takes time." He says.
You feel tears well up, "I know how it feels to not be wanted, but you are really beautiful, and I don't think you deserve the treatment you are getting, but maybe we can help each other?" He says. You give a half smile.

Several years later

"Newt?" You ask.
"Hmm?" Your newlywed husband asks sleepily.
"Look." You roll up your sleeve and you both marvel at your almost fully faded scars.
"Time did us well."