Fantastic Beasts Stories

Tina & Newt: Don't Leave Me

Tina ran over to Newt, not caring about anything going on around her. It was over. They'd won. Grindelwald was being arrested by Theseus's subordinates. But what use was there in celebrating if it didn't bring Newt back?

Tina made it to Newt's body, which lay unmoving on the ground, and kneeled on the ground before him. She took his hand and encased it in her own, a sob escaping her lips and tears falling down her face as she held his hand over her heart. Crying uncontrollably, she leaned over and buried her head on his chest, not worrying about what people thought. And rightfully so; how could she think about anything other than the fact that part of her soul had just been ripped away from her forever?

Theseus finished giving his orders and immediately rushed to Newt's body, weaving through the sparse crowd that had started to form. He kneeled in front of his brother and took his other hand, lacing his fingers with Newt's. His body wasn't even cold yet; a reminder of how recent his death was. Theseus let his tears fall freely down his face, silently begging for his brother to be given back to them.

Queenie and Jacob weaved through the growing crowd of people hand in hand until they reached Tina and Theseus next to Newt. Queenie kneeled next to Tina and put a hand on her back in a futile effort to comfort her. Silent tears ran down her face as she stared morosely at her sister. Jacob kneeled opposite Queenie, heart-wrenchingly crying along with the other three.

Dumbledore stood stoically nearby, hands buried in the pockets of his coat and tears visible in his eyes if you looked close enough. He watched the scene unfold and slowly looked towards the ground, almost as if he was burdened by too many sorrows to bear seeing the heartbreak before him.

Nobody laughed, nobody smiled joyfully. Some people hugged loved ones and kissed them all over their heads, thankful that they were not one of the many casualties of the war. Eventually the crowd grew so large that a lot of its members couldn't even see what was happening, but they all knew what the general scene was: Newt Scamander, the person that they had all rallied behind, was dead, and the people who knew him best were mourning his passing.

A couple minutes passed, Tina's inconsolable sobbing echoing around the area. Everyone's melancholy and sour moods combined, and fat, soft snowflakes started falling from magically generated clouds that masked the sun's golden rays. The crowd mourned together the loss of a man whose only aim was to do what was right for the world. He'd worked his whole life towards a future where man and beast coexisted peacefully, to foster an understanding and bring to life a bond that could never be broken.

One delicate flake floated from the clouds and eventually landed on the tip of Newt's nose and it wrinkled. Theseus felt the fingers on Newt's hand twitch and he opened his eyes and pulled his own hands away to reveal Newt's fingers moving a bit. Then Newt's head caught Theseus's attention; it was moving around like he was about to wake up from a nightmare.

"Newt?" he said disbelievingly.

"Teen, look!" said Queenie, giving Tina a little shake.

Tina lifted her head up and looked at Newt's face. Her expression turned from deep sadness to surprise to joy to just complete shock.

"Jacob, honey, do you see this?" asked Queenie, surprised and joyful.

Newt's eyes opened and he squinted, the blinding clouds too much for his hazel eyes to handle. The four people surrounding him had varying expressions of shock and surprise on their faces.

"Newt!" Theseus gave a laugh and stood up, grabbing Newt by the arm and pulling him up and into a long, tight hug.

Waves spread through the crowd as the news that Newt was alive reached the ears of everyone there.