I Have A Secret: Newt Scamander X Child! Reader

Blackbird

"Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up she goes! Up she goes! Balance yourself like a bird on a beam, in the air she goes! There she goes!"

Y/N sang the song joyously as they skipped down the street in their boots. A few onlookers stared at the child with distastefulness, but many just walked past them without another look. It's not like Y/N would have cared anyway, it had been forever since they had ever sung that song; or even sung in general.

"Up, up, a little bit higher. Oh my, the moon is on fire! Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up, all on, goodbye!" They sang as they hopped onto a bench, and then promptly fell. Still, even in pain, they couldn't help the laughter that was making its great escape.

Then, just one voice ruined it all.

"Y/N, is that you?"

The child's laughter stopped the second the familiar, joyless voice filled their ears. Standing up on their feet, brushing their clothes, Y/N spoke.

"Yes, miss Angela. It's me." 

Angela King held a cigarette between her two fingers, and stared down at the little one in disgust. "And how have you been these past few days?"

"Okay," they shrugged, looking down at their feet.

"I heard about your mother. I'm sorry." She said soullessly.

"No you're not," Y/N mumbled under their breath.

The woman glared down at the child. "What did you say to me?"

"Nothing!"

"Oh no," she laughed bitterly. "I didn't hear 'nothing'. But I for sure heard something. You want to tell me what it was?"

Y/N said nothing, focusing on just staring at their shoes.

"Come on, spit it out!" She commanded, clutching her cigarette tighter.

The child began to glare at their feet, tightening their fingers on the seams of their clothes to not lash out at her. This only angered Angela more; but, instead of showing it, she merely smiled.

"I won't be angry if you tell me the truth. I could never be angry at someone for being honest."

Y/N hesitantly looked up at Angela smiling down at them. Sighing, they said quietly. "No you're not."

"I'm not what?"

Their breath shook in fear. They closed their eyes. "You're not sorry for my mummy being dead."

Angela's smile dropped, and she brought her cigarette to her mouth. Y/N quickly grew uncomfortable at the silence. 

"Now, why would you think that?" She asked.

The child was deep in thought about how to respond, when they felt something warm hovering above there arm. They looked up, and flew back from the sight. There was Angela King, holding her cigarette butt above Y/N's arm.

They let out a yelp as the woman took one step towards them. "What happened to her, Y/N?"

"H-huh?" They questioned, backing away as Angela came closer.

"Your mummy, how'd she die?"

"I-I don't know."

"Bollocks! You did something, and we both know it." She hissed.

Y/N shook their head furiously. "I-I didn't do-."

"I've been watching you, you little bastard. You disappear for a few days, and then come back with new, fancy clothes, and singing a cute song." She spoke bitterly.