I Have A Secret: Newt Scamander X Child! Reader

The Little Thief in London

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It took three days and four hours for Newt Scamander to arrive in London. It took thirty minutes standing in line to have his only luggage checked for any contraband. He had nothing to hide; muggle worthy, of course. Finally, it took him five minutes to be walking through the busy streets of London for his life to change dramatically.

The man was simply standing in the middle of the sidewalk, glancing at the daily newspaper, seeing if there was a place he could stay for a while. Of course, he could have simply set his case down into an alley, then spend his days in it. But, after the events in America, Newt wasn't too keen on going back into the suitcase out in the open.

He continued to read through the paper.

Richard Flood's Boarding House
Rent due every month.
Starting at: 160.55

Hilton Hotel
250 pounds a night

221A Baker street room for rent
Ruby Hudson, Available times:
8:00 a.m-9 p.m.
Rent: 200.52 pounds every two months

Newt's fingers snapped off the handle of his suitcase. The case fell onto the concrete, as Newt hissed in pain, clutching his fingers. "What on earth?" 

Vigorous footsteps in front of him, caused Newt to look up. In almost a flash, a figure was running to him, as if someone was chasing them. As it sprinted, Newt's heart jumped into his throat as the figure grabbed his case, then retreated into the crowd.

Everything almost felt as if it was in slow motion, as Newt gathered his bearings. "Stop! Thief!" He yelled finally chasing after the person who had just stolen the single most important part of his life and work. 

Several of the people strolling through the roads of London only glared at him as he pushed his way through the crowd. Newt continued to shout, hoping for anyone to stop the thief in their tracks; no one even had the audacity to help him chase after the criminal.

It was by a chance of luck, for a loose stone was on the road; causing the running person to trip over it, slowing them down as they picked themselves up. Newt instantly grabbed the handle of his case, and the two engaged in tug-of-war.

Newt won. It was only then did he realize how weak the thief was, when they fell roughly onto the concrete, letting out a small cry. As they lay sobbing, the small one hugged their legs to their chest, and covered their face with the longest hair Newt Scamader has ever laid eyes on.

The wizard's face fell at the realization; this was a child. He slowly knelt down to their height, and spoke softly; that was what always worked when comforting wounded beasts. "There, there, I hadn't mean to hurt you." He apologized. 

He stuck his hand out to rest on their shoulder, but brought  it back to his side.

Still refusing to look, the child shuddered at his voice, and hugged themselves tighter. A whistle close by made the child let out a scream.

Looking behind him, Newt stood up as a bobby approached him, a club in hand.

"I heard some commotion going on, and I couldn't help but investigate." He began, looking around at the small crowd beginning to form.  "But when I heard the word 'thief!' uttered, I thought you might needed assistance." 

Newt swallowed. "Certainly, but-."

"Ah, is this the little bugger?" The bobby used the tip of his club, moving a piece of hair out of the child's eyes. They gasped, and hid their face into the ground, trembling like a leaf on a fall day.