This is just a short perspective story for Chapter Seven. I considered doing a full perspective of the entire final chapter, but I figured this may be better for setting up the second part of Newt's story. I may continue adding one-shot's to this first part, but I haven't fully decided yet. I will, however, be posting up the second part within the next few weeks.
He shouldn't be here. He knows that. He was explicitly told not to come. But he couldn't help himself. He's never loved anyone or anything as much as he loves her and he couldn't be prouder of her than he is in this moment. She's grown into such a beautiful young woman.
He stands among the crowd of proud parents who stand on the Hogsmeade shores of the Great Lake watching as their now graduated children clamber out of the boats that once carried them across the lake on their first year. One by one, they move towards their designated area, where their Heads of Houses take the students' wands and perform the spell that forever labels them as Hogwarts graduates.
They cheer and hug one another, some crying, some laughing, and others looking as fearful as they did on their first day. But he is stunned by the elegance that she exudes as she accepts her wand back from Longbottom and moves over to her friends.
He recognizes the girl and the dark skinned boy. He scowls at him, never having liked how close they were. But it's the red headed boy that really grates on his nerves. He moves over to her with comfort and wraps her up in a hug that is too friendly for his liking. The auburn-haired boy looks at her with such reverence that it makes him sick.
He lets out a sigh of relief when she pulls away from the boy and begins speaking animatedly with the group of graduates around her. A group of adults approach them. He recognizes them as the saviors. He doesn't like that she's associated with them. He scowls at the thought.
But the scowl soon fades as she smiles brightly. She's so special, and she hasn't the slightest clue. She's so necessary and important. She matters, more than anyone else.
He wishes desperately that he could be with her in this moment. That he could be the one she was smiling at; that she was laughing with. He should be the one hugging her and telling her how proud he is of her and how she was going to take on the world and do great things.
But he's chosen his path, and it's not with her; which is why when her shining silver eyes make contact with his, furrowing in confusion and disbelief, he disappears into the crowd, leaving her behind for a second time, his pocket flashing brightly as he moves.