A case full of love// Newt Scamander.

Chapter one.

My years at Hogwarts were the best I had ever had in the early 1900s, it was where I met the person who I would carry with me for the rest of my life, my best friend. It was also where I had all of my heart breaks, and I was disappointed there more than anywhere else in my life, but I guess that came with my life. I should probably give you some context before I jump straight into my story, otherwise you will be completely lost.

So, a little context around Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you enter the school at first year at the age of eleven, there are seven years in total, so most will leave at 18, some will have already of turned 19 at this point. When it was your time to enter the school, an owl would appear at your house with a letter, inviting you to come to the school, along with a list of stuff that you need for your years at Hogwarts. I was born to a Muggle mother, a non-witch, and a wizard father, although he didn't stick around for long, not even staying to see me be born, and my mother refused to talk about him for years. Years later I would find out everything, but I will save that story for later.

So, I had to go with my mother to Diagon Alley before my first day at Hogwarts, and while most wizards were okay with Muggles being around them, some weren't and we were given a lot of strange looks, and she wasn't allowed in the wand shop at all. When we had everything I needed, we tried to leave, and I say tried because my clumsiness got the best of me and I fell straight into someone, I got straight up and apologised profusely to the young man I had crashed into before ducking and running after my mom. While we were on the train home I spoke to my mother about the wand that had chosen me, it was a ten inch cedar wood wand with a Phoenix core, with some flexibility because of how clumsy I was. I had also got myself an owl, as everyone was required to have an animal companion with them, and my mother was allergic to cats, but the owl I chose was a gorgeous black grey. It took a long time to get everything into the house and our neighbour very kindly helped us bring us everything in, I had three weeks before I had to leave, which gave me enough time to read up on all the different creatures that were in the magical world.

I also turned twelve within those three weeks, which meant I was going to be one of the eldest in my year, by the time we made it to the special platform for the train to Hogwarts I was already exhausted from carrying everything. When I had said goodbye, I entered the train and found an empty carriage so I could sit in silence and read with my owl beside me, without anyone trying to talk to me, I was never particularly good with people and I was trying to avoid confrontations at all costs.

Until someone did knock on the door of the carriage, I looked up from my book and saw a young man with floppy brown hair and an awkward stance stood against the door, "Do you mind if I sit in here?"

I shook my head and looked back down to my book, he sat across from me and looked around the carriage awkwardly, trying not to stare at me any. I looked up to see him already looking at me through his hair, "Hello?"

"Oh, sorry, Hello."

I smiled at him shyly and went back to reading about the creatures within the wizarding world, which then sparked a conversation with the boy before me, who I found out to be called Newton Scamander, to which I replied by telling him my name, Rosaline Johnson, we spoke for most of the trip down there, I told him I was born to a Muggle mother and I never knew who my father was, just that he was a wizard. He told me both of his parents were magical and he had an older brother who was nine years older than him and he was deeply knowledgeable in all things to do with magical creatures, he answered any questions I had, which were many, as he had grown up with in the magical world and I had always known about it, but never seen it until my trip to Diagon Alley. Which I also found out was more of an awkward encounter than I thought it was, it turned out it was Newt that I had crashed into in the Alley way, I apologised again for crashing into him and just running. We finally made it to Hogwarts after what felt like days of being stuck on the cold train, when we got there we were ushered to the boats of the lake surrounding the castle, and we were taken over, I stuck close to Newt the whole way to the castle and into the castle. We were all hoarded into the hallway outside the Great Hall, I could hear the chatter from within slowly dying down as the doors opened to reveal us standing there, luckily myself and Newt were right at the back of the group. We were walked through the Great Hall and into the front of the room, where there was a stool set up with an old hat on it, we were called up one by one, me and Newt were among the last ten to be summoned, "Scamander, Newton."

When the hat was placed on his head, it woke itself and began to speak, "Interesting, another Scamander at Hogwarts, this one different from the previous, I think Hufflepuff."

There was a loud applause from the table to my right as Newt took his seat, an awkward smile on his face as he sat down with his new house. Then I heard my name, "Johnson, Rosaline."

When I sat down my heart was in my throat, as soon as it touched my head, it sprang to life and started to make a strange sound before speaking, "Very peculiar, remarkably interesting. Such a unique bloodline, yet nothing like your father, such compassion in your heart, I think Hufflepuff!"

I was shocked by the mention of my father, I didn't hear the applause or shouts from my new house, I just walked over and sat beside Newt in a daze, he smiled shyly at me and nodded his head to me, but there was something in his eyes, a curiosity. And I was also curious, I wanted to know more about my father and why it made such a significant difference that there was compassion in my heart.

So, that was my first night at Hogwarts pretty much, over the remainder of the first year, myself and Newt became remarkably close, if people wanted to find one of us, they just had to find the other and we couldn't be far from each other. I still had no other answers about my father, and my mother was as cagey as ever about telling me about him, but I couldn't force her to tell me anything, but I also knew that one our of professors knew something more than he was letting on as well. But Professor Dumbledore also regarded me with a smile and was kind to me, so it couldn't have been so bad. The only thing that ever stood out to me about that year was when there was an emergency meeting of the teachers called, and after that, I was treated differently by some of them, I again wouldn't understand this for many more years. Many of the classes I took, I was with Newt, apart from one, my History of Magic classes, which is the one I could have done with his company in, because the Professor was the worst and I really needed Newt for moral support in there.