Thief For Hire || Newt Scamander x Reader

10

Tina and Queenie came home to something they didn't expect to see. The second they walked in, they saw ______ sprawled out across their couch, looking like she was knocked out. Newt was sat next to her, and he snapped his head in their direction the second he heard the door open. He stood up right away. "Thank Merlin you're back," he started, going up to them and speaking in a hushed tone. "Something happened that I need to tell you guys."

Queenie looked over at ______ with a worried expression. "What happened? Is she alright?"

Newt was embarrassed to admit the truth. "She's fine..." he trailed off, not looking either of them in the eyes. "I was the one who knocked her out."

Tina looked surprised and crossed her arms. "You knocked her out again?" Tina asked. "Did you think about what that might do to her already fragile memory?" She looked over at _______, feeling bad for the girl. In the past few days she's been knocked out twice, lost her memory and they have no idea how to help her. Not only that, the mystery around her caused by the letter made it harder to tell anyone about the situation.

"I had to!" Newt defended himself, raising his voice only slightly. "She wanted to leave, maybe walk around and hope to jog her memory, so I went with her. However, someone attacked us, and it wasn't a random attack. They were looking for ______."

Tina's jaw nearly dropped, but she composed herself. "What did she see? What did they want from her?"

"Well, if you're worried about her seeing magic, I knocked her out before she saw anything major. That's why she's unconscious," Newt told them, then looked back to ______. "I didn't want to do it, but I panicked, and, I- I'm not the best under pressure." He ran a hand through his hair, still feeling guilty about knocking her out again. "He wanted me to hand her over to him, saying that he was hired to find her. The first thing he did was try to hit us with fire. When I refused to let him take her, he tried obliviating her and dueling me."

Queenie spoke up. "At least you're a good wizard. Tricky, what he did with the snake," she sat next to ______, checking her temperature.

Newt looked over at her, sighing. "Would you kindly not read my mind? It's kind of... an invasion of privacy."

Queenie ignored him. "Don't blame yourself too much for what happened, it's not like you knew that she was going to be attacked. You did your best, Newt. Don't feel guilty." She took her hand off ______'s forehead. "She feels like she's doing fine, she's just still out. I think you drew a fair amount of energy out of her with that spell, but she's nearly awake now."

Tina looked at Newt. "What are we going to tell her? You know, about what she saw and what happened? How long until she doesn't trust us anymore?"

Newt thought for a moment, but he was at a loss. He really didn't like lying to ______, for some reason, it felt worse than lying to anyone else. He blamed himself for so much of what has been happening. His first spell hit her so hard she's bruised and still limps, then he follows her around when she's obviously uncomfortable, and now he's knocked her out again. He's the reason she lost her memory, and he just wished that he could speak with her honestly. Maybe if he did, she would remember more.

America, however, was different from Britain. They didn't take kindly to Muggles who know anything about magic, and everything they know about ______ had her completely tied up in it.

"Let me talk to her," Newt told them. "I... I want to explain it. Before we got ambushed, I felt like we were bonding, like we were getting somewhere. I want to keep her trust, Tina."

Tina nodded, looking away. She remembered what Queenie said the other day, and she could see it even now. Newt was invested into this girl, and Tina was invested into him. Newt admired her, but now in the way she wished he did. However, she wasn't going to tell him what he should do about his love life. She just hoped for the best, for him and for her.

"Alright. Queenie, do you want to help me prepare dinner?" Tina looked at her.

"Can't we just make something quickly?" Queenie asked Tina. She was tired from work today, going up and down flights of stairs, getting up early to make breakfast in a non-magical way just in case ______ walked in. At least now, they had a little time while she was out to whip up something magically.

"You can never be too careful," Tina told her. "Besides, you used to love cooking together. I'll let you pick what we eat tonight."

Queenie stood with a smile. "Sure, let's get started," she practically skipped to the kitchen, taking Tina's hand and happy that she'd finally get to pick.

Newt sat next to ______. I hope she's not as upset as last time when she wakes up... Newt thought. She really made him nervous, but in a strangely good way. He wanted to be his best self around her, and he hated that anything he did hurt her. He found her attractive, interesting and respectable. She knew how to stand her ground; she was naturally curious and he knew she was just scared. He wanted to help her be less scared.

He wanted to stop lying to her, but if he did, Tina would take her to MACUSA right away. He didn't want her to lose what little memory she had left.

After a few minutes, Newt noticed she was stirring more than usual before sitting up and opening her eyes, rubbing her head. She groaned, looking around at where she was: back at the Goldstein's apartment. She looked over and noticed Newt sitting next to her, looking relieved that she was up. "What happened?" she asked right away. "Last thing I remember, I saw fire, and then... nothing."

Newt thought to himself before responding, inwardly cursing himself for not taking more time to think about how he was going to address this question. "Er, well, we were talking in the alley when you walked away, and some drunk New Yorker popped out of nowhere with some on-fire object. I think he was one of those people you see in the circus..." Newt trailed off, hoping this lie wasn't too absurd. "Anyways, he popped out and scared you, you stumbled back, and I think you just passed out. I mean, you already haven't been feeling well. You probably just pushed yourself too much."

______ squinted at him, and Newt could feel sweat running down her back. I mean, it was a preposterous story, but she didn't really have any reason to doubt him. After all, he made it clear his one goal was to help her, and despite everything, she wanted to believe him. She just wanted to loosen up, and she wished the few memories she was getting back were more pleasant.

At least when Newt was around, she didn't feel unpleasant. How could she when he was trying so hard to be genuinely helpful.

She nodded. "You're probably right about that, and you're probably right when you said earlier that..." she trailed off. "That I shouldn't go out alone and keep trying to leave. Until I regain my memory... I feel like I'm the safest when I'm with you."

Newt perked up with a smile. "Really?"

"Until I get my memory back, and I think you're more helpful than I gave you credit for. I'm sorry about yelling at you earlier."

Newt shrugged. "It's fine, you're right. I have no idea what you're going through, but I want to try to understand."

______ gave him a kind smile. Queenie came into the room with a smile on her face, interrupting them. "Dinner is ready!"

Newt and ______ stood up. "It smells really good," ______ she told Queenie. She looked over at Newt. "I think we started out wrong, but it's not too late to fix it. Are you going to help me get my memories back?"

Newt smiled back at her and looked away for a moment before looking back at her. "Of course I'll help."