Newt Scamander x Reader

I'm Doing This All Wrong

"Run." He grabbed your hand with his own gloved hand as he took off running.

"What, who are you and what was that?"

"The name is Newt and that my dear was a dragon. Obviously we are headed after it. Now I really must insist we get moving."

"But I'm hurt; I need to seek medical help." Your hand lifted up to your cheek instinctively, only to feel three slash marks. The moment you fingers made contact with the wounds it laced with a sharp stinging pain.

"I am aware, but it isn't a deep wound, luckily it was only a baby dragon. I need you to come with me now, so that I can help you." The hand that was holding yours pulled you onwards with a surprising strength.

"It may not be deep, but it still hurts a lot." You mumbled to him, as he took off.

So you ran, but eventually he stopped and hushed you. His hand releasing yours and he approached the tiny dragon. He stepped towards the tree it was occupying with caution. In the blink of an eye Newt had jumped forward and grabbed the creature. The tiny cries came from within his cupped hands and flames slipped throughout the gaps in his fingers.

"If you could, please open my briefcase." He walked over to yours with a smile on his lips. You did as he asked and he walked towards you.

"Wait here a moment, I'll be right back." And with those words he turned and stepped into the case. Down he went before he disappeared from you view completely.

You mouth dropped open. Staring blankly in front of you, you heard Newt's voice from within the case, picking up words such as 'Mummy' and 'calm'.

Still in shock you didn't realise he was climbing out of his case to meet you.

"Now if you would step into my case please." He opened the brown briefcase, and placed it into the middle of the room before stepping away.

He waited patiently, with his hands gesturing towards the case. After he saw you make no effort to move he moved closed, his hand rested on your lower back as he led you to the case.

"I can't do this, you're crazy! I need to go to the doctors, or the hospital." You backed at him.

You became hysterical as the adrenaline left your system. Here you are alone with a stranger, after getting attacked by a dragon(?). Now he wanted you to step into his briefcase. Now you have stepped off the deep end.

Tears threatened to spill as you turned and stormed away from him. The pain coming back, now the rush has left your system.

He rushed in front of you, preventing you from escaping, and your lifted your eyes up to his. Newt's gentle eyes locked with yours, his hands raised. He looked like he was approaching a dangerous or spooked animal. A single tear slipped down your cheek.

"Please, I promise you I mean no harm; I just need to heal that wound."

"No, no. This is crazy. I'm crazy."

"Trust me."

"Why should I trust you?"

"Ah, well. Do I seem like someone who would hurt you?"

"No," you replied tentatively, "But that doesn't mean anything."

"Have I hurt you?"

"No, well other than that, that dragon."

"Yes, well, I am sorry about that. But I had no control over him." He looked guilty as he hung his head. Newt seemed almost defeated.

"Please. Trust me, just this once. Then I can make you forget everything and you can return to your mundane muggle life." He looked you in the eyes, pleading you.

"Alright," you mumbled quietly. He moved into action quickly, leading you into his briefcase, him entering first.

He motioned for you to take a seat, as he prepared some medicine at his desk. He paused for a moment, before reaching into his top jacket pocket and pulling out a tiny tree, stick thing.

"Now, now Pickett. Calm down, I understand your hungry but I need to treat this lady first."

Okay the creature could move, and make noise. Things just got weirder. The small creature moved and you noticed it had eyes that were staring at you. Upon seeing you, it made a quiet noise and crawled up Newt's arm and into his pocket again.

"I'm quite sorry about him, he tends to be a little shy around new people." He glanced at you with a smile on his lips. It was obvious how much he cared for the creature.

"What was that?" You asked him as he walked towards you, a cup of water in his hand and a small wooden bowel.

"Oh, that was Pickett, he is a Bowtruckle." Tiny black eyes watched you from Newt's pocket. He applied a green salve to your cheek that soothed the pain and smelled of mint. He then handed you the glass of water and two small tablets. The pain you once felt was now gone.

"A Bowtruckle?" And once again you were confused. He then went on to explain about Bowtruckles and as he spoke with enthusiasm and passion it captivated your attention, making you crave to know more.

"I'm terribly sorry, but I seem to be doing everything wrong. Let's start over, the name's Scamander, Newt Scamander." His hand outstretched towards you.

"Is there a proper way to this? But the name is [Y/LN], [Y/N] [Y/LN]." You placed hand palms on his, and he shook your hand lightly, before letting it go.

"Well I must say kidnapping and running across town in search of a baby dragon is not the proper way to meet someone for the first time." He chuckled, and looked away from you.

"You have a point there, Mr. Scamander." You laughed along with him

"Please, call me Newt."