Legilimency {Newt Scamander X Reader}

9

     Newt and I make our way through the long, wide halls of the ancient castle. As the sound of our footsteps echo throughout the vast spaces, I can't help but admire the uniqueness of the architecture. The person who designed this place must have been a pure genius.

     The hallways are completely vacant. The only noise is the sound of my heels coming into contact with the marble floors. "Thanks goodness they're all in class right now, otherwise these halls would be almost impossible to get through." Newt chuckles, and flashes me a smile. I return the gesture, "Oh, I'm sure it would be. This place is huge. I can't even begin to imagine how many students go here."

     Newt turns a corner, gently pulling me along with him into a corridor, where he stops in front of a tall, dark brown, wooden door. A thin, gold Pack -- that's stationed near the top of the door -- reads, 'Professor Albus Dumbledore​'. Newt slowly brings his knuckles up to the dark wood and knocks twice. "Come in." A somewhat dark, soothing voice calls from the other side. Newt places his left hand in mine, and uses the other to open the door.

     My eyes wander around the room, absorbing every faint detail of the peculiar office. At the far end of the room, a man with bright, piercing blue eyes sits at a large, wooden desk. He looks relatively young with the minimal amount of gray that gently rests amongst the light brown in his short beard. I'd guess he's perhaps several years older than Newt, but his his icy-blue eyes convey a manner of mischief and liveliness. Not only that, but the pale orbs, also, hold love and compassion for anyone whom they fall upon. Eyes that believe in you and understand you in a way that no one ever has, or, quite possibly, never will. I have never met this man before in my life, and yet, I feel safe and cared for, as if this were a place better than home.

     On the opposing side of the large desk, sits a young, scrawny boy. His skin is sickly pale, as if he were a ghost. His hair is darker than midnight and shines unnaturally. He turns to look at Newt and I. Juts beneath his dark, cold eyes, lie faint bags. One might think he was sick if not for the way he carried himself. He sat in his chair with his shoulders strait, his nose tilted towards the air, and a devious smirk plastered on his pale pink lips. The boy looks directly at me, and I fear he sees into my soul, sees my deepest secrets, and knows exactly how to use them against me. The thought sends shivers up my spine, and I find myself gripping onto Newts arm.

     "Professor Dumbledore​." Newt greets, as he sets down his case, and makes his way towards the man's desk, pulling me along with him. Dumbledore's eyes light up as a wide smile spreads across his face. "Newton Artemis Fido Scamander." He says, pronouncing every letter slowly, as if saying the words brought him nothing but joy. I pause for a moment. '...That's Newts full name? Lord, that's a mouthful.' I giggle slightly at my own joke. Newt flashes me a slightly annoyed look from the corner of his eye, and I giggle again.

     The deathly-looking boy rises from his seat and turns towards the professor. "Well, I really should get going. I will see you later Professor." Dumbledore nods, rising as well. "Ah, yes Tom. We shall speak soon." And with that, the boy leaves, staring me down as he walks past Newt and I.

     I hear the door behind me close, and I release a sigh that I was unaware​ I was holding. My grip on Newts arm loosens, and I let my hands dangle at my sides. Newt walks over to Dumbledore and shakes his hand. "How are you, my young magizoologist?" Dumbledore asks in a soft, friendly tone. "Great. Really excellent." Newt replies with a slight smile. "Wonderful. Now, do tell me, who is this lovely, young lady behind you?" I blush at the compliment. Newt turns his head to me, and offers me his hand. I take it, and he pulls me to his side, the one place I feel the most comfortable. "This is (y/n). I met her during my trip in America." Dumbledore smiles at me, "Charmed." he nods. "Its a pleasure sir." I say, extending my hand. "My dear lady, the pleasure is all mine." He says, taking my hand with the utmost care, and shaking it gently.

     Dumbledore turns back to Newt, "So, why have u paid me this pleasant visit?" Newt pauses for a moment. "Well, sir...I suppose I have a question." Dumbledore chuckles. "Even when you are no longer my student, you still come to me with questions." he smiles. "What do you need?" Newt moves me towards one of the two chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk, and sits me down. "It's about (y/n). I believe she--" "Is the one? Oh, yes, I quite agree. You obviously care very much for her, and I can only assume she feels the same. The two of you would make an excellent couple, if I do say so myself."

     I sit still in my chair, dumbfounded. I feel my face flush and room becomes several degrees warmer. Newt doesn't look any better. His cheeks and ears are the brightest red I have ever seen, and his eyes look as if they could fall out of his head at any moment. He stares at Dumbledore, his lips parted.

Dumbledore looks back and forth between Newt and I. "Have I said something?" he questions. Newt snaps out of his trance and clears his throat. "Ah...no Professor, that's *ahem* not what I was going to say." A look of realization passes over Dumbledore's face, along with a silent 'Oh...'. "Sorry, what's your question?" Newt takes a deep breathe, and releases it through his mouth. "I had originally thought that (y/n) was a muggle, but I now believe that she may be a witch." I shoot a confused look at the side of Newts head, his ginger-brown locks shinning in the light that passes through the​ windows.

     Dumbledore, now sitting in his own chair, inter locks his fingers, and brings them to his lips. "What makes you believe this?" He questions. Newt slowly begins, "I...I believe she may be a legiliment." I now blankly stare at Newt. "What's legiliment?" I question. Newt and Dumbledore both turn their gazes toward me, and I shift slightly in my chair, uncomfortable from the sudden attention.

Dumbledore smiles, "Legiliment means that you can read minds. Can you?" I ponder for a moment, baffled by the idea of mind reading. But, I suppose that's what I've been doing my whole life. Hearing, reading, the thoughts of animals. I shrug, "I've been able to do it for as long as I can remember, but only with animals. I have never heard other human beings' thoughts." Dumbledore nods. "Have you ever tried?" Again, I shrug, "I suppose I haven't tried very hard." A sudden realization hit me, "Does this legilimency thing really mean I'm a...That I..." I trip over my words, not being able to say a single one.

'Yes, (y/n). It means you're a witch.'

A recently familiar deep, soothing voice echos inside my brain. My eyes shoot up and meet the ones of a smirking Professor Dumbledore.