A/N: Hello my dear readers!

Here is a new book about Newt Scamander and his magical world.

So , here is the encounter with reader and Newt trying to stop a dragon from destroying a city.

I'm opened to requests.

Hope you'll enjoy.

It was first a gift for my best friend and she loved it so, please read it, leave a vote or a comment.

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How are you supposed to fight the one you love the most? How the wild instinct of the creature overwhelmed its heart to let place to the fierce predator underneath its fiery skin? You didn't know yet, but you were going to figure it out.

Its claws piercing the air like swords, its screams echoing with the rush of wind like the roar of a volcano and its wings storming like a hurricane.

What has come to disturb your peaceful magical life? A beast coming from legends, known as a guardian of tremendous treasures: a dragon.

Working with creatures was your daily routine, healing them from traumatized experiences, putting them back in shape and so on, you were the « Untamed Witch », who could calm down and tame any creatures running through her path.

Now, the question was, what about a dragon?

You raised your head up from your book, the roars of the scaly being echoing in the air. His growls were almost shaking the ground under your feet while you ran towards the beast, your breath almost getting stuck in your throat at the scene you faced.

However, you bumped into someone before having the chance to do anything. Your face collided with a strong torso while you fell onto the man who tried to keep his balance but failed miserably, letting go of his precious cargo: a leather case.

« Oh my god, I'm so sorry, are you okay ? » you said, without noticing you were straddling the stranger.

While he realised what had just happened, you took the time to admire his features: sparkling blue eyes with a veil of freckles, auburn hair scattered on his face and very kissable scarlet lips. You felt a layer of red covered your cheeks when your eyes locked and time seemed to linger a little longer. Motionless, the roar of the dragon snapped you out of your trance and you rushed towards the scream while the warning of the man tried to stop you. You didn't listen. You trusted your instinct more than anything and the yells of the worry of a stranger were not going to stop you.

Until he apparated in front you and ... you bumped into him again. However, he caught you just in time, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you back from the incoming fall. You groaned at his behaviour and shouted :

« Let me go! Who are you, wizard?! »

All his fierce stand faded away when he looked at you, stuttering his name, shyly :

« My name is Newt Scamander. »

You took a deep breath, to calm your nerves. You had to see the dragon before it made damages. Beasts can feel guilt as well as human, and you knew that dragon was not a common animal.

« Listen, Mr Samander, I need to see the dragon before it harms people or himself. »

He shook his head.

« Call me Newt, how do you know it's a dragon? »

You rolled down your eyes.

« Now is not the time for explanations. Are you going to let me go, or should I fight you? »

He seems awestruck by your imperious answer, but slowly let you go.

« Fine, Miss ?

« Y/N. I'm Y/N N/N »

He smirked.

« I'll help you. I'm a magizoologist. My knowledge of creatures might be handful. »

You stared at him for a second.

« Fine. »

You apparated in front of the dragon who turned its glorious head towards you. His fiery ember eyes connected with yours, and shivers ran down your spine. You shrugged and breathed slowly. Newt apparated a bit further away from you. Immediately, he ran towards your form but Pickett, his faithful companion gripped his hand to stop him.

« Pickett, what are you doing? »

The little tree whispered something in its beautiful voice under the bewildered gaze of the wizard.

Meanwhile, you raised your hand to the dragon who growled at you, threatening you.

You sighed. This one was going to be difficult but you kept on coaxing him. You let your aura spread its wings, bringing peacefulness and security. You were trying to make him comfortable, safe. But a dragon was not a fool and he stepped closer to you and clawed the ground, ready to unleash his burning breath.

A small smile reached your lips, meeting the eyes of the smart being while a rain of flames fell on you. You stayed frozen like as a statue while the bright fire consumed you.

Newt screamed your name in despair and the dragon turned his attention to the new guest. Facing the dreadful beast, Newt was scared. He had faced Obscurus, Niffler running around everywhere, befriend a Thunderbird and Occamies, but the dragon was different from any of the creatures he had faced before. It was one of the wildest animals in the world.

As the smoke faded away, a figure stood out of the ashes, your storming eyes fixed on the dragon, fire burning in the palm of your hand and your wand turning into a bright crimson colour in your other.

« Spyrok »

Magic was running through your veins like a nectar from juicy fruit. Everything around you was overwhelmed by magic and you felt home. You walked closer to him until your face was next to his mouth, its spotless fangs glowing. You softly talked to the dragon, expressing your emotions, your hope for him to return kindly to a better place until Newt stepped in and said :

« My suitcase! »

You turned to him, as well as the dragon and Newt felt the horrible sensation to be a prey but he shook it off. He put the case in front of him, showing the magical device.

« It is a magical case where, if Spyrof agrees, can come inside while we find a place where he could freely be released. »

You watched the strange wizard, his stuttering had disappeared and his full attention was the dragon. You knew the feeling.

« He has a knack for animals as well » you pondered, the birth of a smile on your lips.

You felt someone looking at you, a burning gaze on your figure. You faced the beast which was looking at you, waiting for your consent. You softly put your hand on his muzzle and focussed. From the tip of your fingers, you touched the scaly skin of the dragon which shivered and you let your power to communicate with animals went wild. All your essence was fulled of kindness, peace and safety. Gradually, the dragon sighed, putting his head on the ground, as if he was submitting to you. Newt watched absolutely in shock the marvellous deed of coaxing a dragon and his heart beat faster. Then the dragon slowly gets himself in the case, entering in a temporary new world, waiting for his promised land.

Once the dragon disappeared in the vastness of the case, Newt closed it and you let out the breath you didn't  know were holding.

« H-How did you do that? T-That was incredible? You submitted a dragon ! » he says, happiness overwhelming him, enlightening his adorable features.

His blue eyes were sparkling with happiness and a veil of redness covered your cheeks. You took his hand to calm him which worked because he stood still, looking at you until you said :

« The dragon, Spyrok didn't submit, he accepted. It was a sign of respect. And thank you for your offer to carry a dragon, Newt. That is very kind of you. »

« I'd do anything for you. »

You blushed heavily.

« Pardon? »

He stammered/

« I...I mean I'd do anything for the animals. They are my life. »

You nodded. And released his hand, already missing his warmth. But you felt something tickle the palm of your hand. You chuckled at the Bowtruckle and you beamed.

« Is it a.... ? » you asked, gently observing him.

Newt nodded, amazed by your skills.

« His name is Pickett and he seems to like you. »

You smiled when the little tree wrapped its roots around your fingers, gently squeezing him. Pickett said something and you answered.

« Nice to meet you too, Pickett. »

Newt furrowed his eyebrows.

« You understood him? »

You looked elsewhere.

« Yes. I can speak to animals. By telepathy mainly but I understand them when they talk. »

Newt covered your hand with Pickett with his.

« You have an incredible gift, Y/N. »

You looked at him, redness covering your cheeks.

« Thank you. So, do you have more animals in your case ? » you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He smiled at you, stroking Pickett before putting him in his pocket.

« yes. Would you like to meet then? »

You bellowed, surprising him with your enthusiasm.

« Yes ! And then I'll show you mine. »

That is how a beautiful friendship grew and slowly turned into something more.

A/N: So any thought? Did you like it?