GROWING UP IN A MAGICAL CREATURE RESERVE -one shots-

➣ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋

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July 1988

As time sped by, the words adults said started making more sense one day at a time. Amid all the emotional chaos, the hope for what lay ahead kept them all going.

In the early months of being apart, it felt like the universe had thrown them some curveballs they weren't prepared for. It hit Caelum and John especially hard, after all, they shared an unbreakable bond, like a super strong chain.

Aunt María's letters tolled the tales of Caelum's restless nights. He'd wake up in a cold sweat from some scary nightmare, and those bad dreams haunted his sleep. His cries cut through the silent night, a longing for John's presence and reassurance.

Together, they had faced the monsters that lurked in the corners of their minds—the monsters hiding in closets and beneath beds. They found comfort in each other's company, but now, with miles between them, those nights of huddling together seemed far away.

Yet, as time marched on, John and Caelum stumbled onto a surprise. They weren't ditching each other; they were just making space to grow.

Their letters were like fragile ships carrying their thoughts and feelings, connecting them across the miles. Each letter held a piece of their hearts.

In those ink-stained notes, they found the warmth of each other's presence, a reminder that even when they couldn't be there in person, they were connected. They shared secrets, dreams, and fears, weaving a tapestry of experiences with every word.

But sometimes, they couldn't deny the need for closeness, like on Remus' birthday. Portkeys whisked them away, and they celebrated together. These reunions made their connection shine the brightest.

In John's story, there were threads of hope and resilience that made new patterns after going through tough times. It wasn't an easy journey, with lots of ups and downs, but he kept moving forward.

Had everything gone according to his heart's deepest desires? Not even close. Life threw some unexpected stuff at him. But John stayed determined, making the best of what he had.

Taking care of magical creatures wasn't just chores for him; it was like a safe space for his heart. Every interaction was like painting his feelings on an emotional canvas. With each creature, he let go of the weight of bad emotions.

The flight of the Hippogriffs brought him comfort. The Nifflers' mischief made him smile. The Thestrals reminded him that life could keep going even after a big loss.

Every day, John's personal journey unfolded like a beautiful tapestry. His father guided him with wisdom and support, helping him connect with the magic within.

Hours of practice and hard work made John a master in handling his own magic, he grew like a young plant reaching for the sun. He learned how to use wandless spells like a pro, and it became a part of his daily life.

Newt Scamander was more than a mentor; he was a friend. They both were fascinated by, and loved magical creatures, and they bonded over it. John's knowledge of magical creatures went through the roof with Newt's guidance. He learned all their intricacies, how they behaved, and how to take the very best care of them.

But John's magical journey wasn't just about creatures and spells. The important women in his life, like Abu Angela and his mom, Carolina, had a special thing going on—they knew a lot about herbs and plants, both normal and magical.