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One Year Later

To celebrate the first anniversary of the release of Hogwarts Legacy on the 10th February, a group of us on Discord decided to create fan work with the theme of One Year Later.

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Tags: NSFW, angst, depression, fluff, smut

7.5k words.

Just before returning to Hogwarts for 6th year, MC decides to pay a visit to the boy who opened her eyes to the darkness and fire of magic.

Darkness had fallen over the Highlands, the faintest strip of colour still clinging to the horizon as MC glided across the countryside on her broom. The late August air still held a lingering warmth, the breeze pleasant against her cheeks as she dipped lower, aiming for the cosy lights of the little hamlet spread out below.

There was a charm to Feldrcroft. Quaint cottages and beautiful scenery combined with the small community of magical folk made for a warm and pleasant feel. However, MC had memories of this place that still made her spine tingle with apprehension. She felt the tightness of anxiety claiming her chest as her booted feet touched down to the ground, the trees and grass that still had their lush, green foliage looked dark and hulking in the swallowing night.

With her gaze fixed on one cottage in particular, she wondered if the occupant would be pleased to see her. She had not forewarned him, no letter or laid plans to come and see him. She had not thought to arrange it, thinking he wouldn't want her nearby to remind him of events that took place last spring. The time apart over summer break had been the space needed to try and come to terms with it all, but she had come to realise that she had missed him.

She missed the boy who had urged her feet onto a path that had been dubiously dark but utterly thrilling. She had not looked for such things, and yet they had to come to her. Pain and suffering had come with it, secrets and darkness that still plagued her. But at the end of it all, she had found people who shared magical abilities. Her people. This was where she belonged.

The pull of Sebastian Sallow had not weakened since parting ways with him at the end of fifth year. Despite everything, she was unable to forget him. His smile, his eyes, the way he would tease her, his intelligence, and yes, his darkness. If anything, it was the troubled streak that split through him that lured her in the most. There was a thrill about it, a curiosity. It kept her on the edge, but it had kept her alive, too. If she was truly honest about it, she had a dark and troubled streak of her own, and it recognised his, called to it even. A kindred spirit as he had once put it.

So, here she was, standing outside of his small, country home with her palm pressed against the aged wood of his door with her heart in her mouth. Thoughts raced through her head, tumbling together to heighten the tension in her chest. Would he shut the door in her face? Would he push her away, hating the reminder that her face would bring to him? Maybe he wasn't alone inside there, and she would be intruding. The thought made her stomach twist with something cold and slippery.

She didn't turn away, though. It's better now than on September 1st when school was back in. She wanted to see his face. She needed to know how it would be when face to face with him, without the distraction of everyone else.

Foolish or brave, she lifted her hand from the door, made a fist, and rapped firmly. The knock sounded loud and final in the quiet dark. Her feet twitched in her boots, tingling with the sudden urge to flee. He won't want her here. This was a mistake.

The seconds stretched as she stared at the door, fixated on the grain in the wood as her ears strained for the sound of movement behind it. She swallowed, clenching and unclenching her hands until the sound of the latch came. The door opened a crack, and the shadow of a figure appeared against a warm, low light.

Brown eyes peered curiously through the gap, a tumble of wild brunette locks framing a freckled face that had lost its roundness in their two months apart. His cheekbones were more prominent, shadows had darkened under his eyes, and there was a grim set to his jaw that made him look harder, older.

His hand gripped his wand, aiming it subtly through the gap as his gaze took her in, his mouth parting softly in surprise as his eyebrows lifted. “MC.”

“Hello, Sebastian,” she said, managing a nervous smile.

His gaze darted behind her, scanning the hamlet quickly before he returned his eyes to her, adjusting his wand slightly. He was on edge, and she was quick to reassure him.

“It's just me,” she said, holding up a hand. “I… I thought I would surprise you. A little visit before school begins again, but I can leave if you would prefer that. I don't want to intrude.”

He lowered his wand, eyes still a little wary as he opened the door a bit wider. His dark blue shirt was open at the throat, and the sleeves rolled back. He wore no waistcoat, but braces held up his dark trousers, his shoulders broad, and his hips slim. Her eyes devoured the sight of him, catching up on missed time as he pushed a hand through his messy locks and stepped back, pushing the door fully open before gesturing for her to step inside.

“Not at all, please, come on in,” he said. His gaze also took her in from head to toe, his eyes almost disbelieving as he moved to close the door behind her. “You will have to excuse the mess, I'm afraid. I was not expecting company.”

She smiled, her eyes taking in the untidy cottage quickly, noting the cosy fire and huge pile of books stacked haphazardly by the chair.

“I probably should have sent an owl first,” she said, fiddling with the cuffs of her jacket. “I'm sorry. It was an impulsive idea to come.”

“But a welcome one,” he said softly.

Their eyes met, his lips curving softly as warmth slowly entered his eyes. He looked tired, the boyish look of him long gone, torn away by hardships that nobody should have to endure. But, he looked like he had been eating, his clothes were clean. He had not fallen into a pit of darkness as Ominis had feared.

Sebastian's eyes, now filled with warmth as he looked upon her, were no longer wary, sparkling with that special something that kept her at his side. It was him, still in there, no sign of any eerie glow of forbidden magic, none of the madness or fury that haunted her secret memories. Just Sebastian.

“It's good to see you,” she whispered.

His gaze dipped, shadows flitting across his face as pink coloured his cheeks. He fussed with his hair again and cleared his throat.

“Let me get you something to drink. I have tea if you would like?” He moved towards the kitchen area, looking for clean cups.

“Tea sounds perfect,” she said.

….*....

The sound of his own laughter filled his ears, a sound that had become unfamiliar lately, and yet he welcomed it as he gazed across at the girl sitting cross-legged on the rug before his fire. Strands of her hair had slipped from her braid, framing a face that had haunted his thoughts all summer long.

Fear as chilling as mountain ice had lingered as he imagined her not being able to bear the sight of him. Despite her hug at the end of last term, her goodbye that had stayed with him for days afterwards, he had been convinced that time apart would lead her to abandon him. As the weeks of summer break had passed, he had convinced himself that he had chased her away, that she would glare coldly at him across the classroom when they returned, or worse, she would ignore him completely.

After all, he was a murderer. He had tempted her into darker and more dangerous acts, led her astray, and shamefully coveted her power for his own selfish wants. Who would want to stay near someone like that?

Even now, sitting here with her in his own home, her laughter warming that ice from the back of his neck, her eyes pulling at him like gravity that kept him grounded on the wooden floorboards. Even now, he could scarcely believe that she had turned up here. Uninvited, but so very welcome.

They had not mentioned any of the terrible darkness that had torn through them in the spring. She was chatting about lighter things, funny stories, and urging him to smile and laugh with an ease that was stealing his breath.

He had not realised just how lonely this summer had been until now. How he craved this interaction and connection. He could not stop staring at her, and his cheeks flamed whenever she caught his gaze lingering too long. He could not be inappropriate and chase her away. Not now that she was here and smiling at him.

A glance at the clock revealed the hours slipping towards lateness. Soon, she would be gone. He counted himself lucky she was still here at all, flicking through the pages of a book as they discussed what might be in store this school year. He didn't want her to go. He had a feeling this new and welcome warmth would leave with her.

Going back to Hogwarts tugged at the anxiety in his chest. Another year started with no Anne by his side, his friendship with Ominis strained and distant, his heart almost hollow and shadowed at the thought of being always alone. Dare he hope that MC would remain at his side. Was he asking too much of her again?

Lost in his thoughts, he jumped when he felt her hand on the exposed skin of his forearm, her fingertips grazing softly over the hairs there. He almost shivered under the touch. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt the touch of another person, and he stared at the delicate shape of her hand.

“Hey, it will be alright, you know,” she said softly. “We will be alright.”

Slowly, he lifted his eyes to hers, fearing what he would find in their depths as the shadow of memories began to cluster at the edges of his mind. She was trying to hide her own pain, but he could see it. How could he not when he had shared so much of it? Been the cause of some of it?

“I am so sorry,” he said, shaking his head. His throat tightened, and the backs of his eyes burned. “How do you not hate me?”

Her eyes widened, and she shifted closer towards him on the rug, her hand lifting to grasp his shoulder. “I don't hate you, Sebastian. Not at all.”

It was hard to hold her gaze. Such beauty and warmth radiated from her face it made him dip his head, his own eyelids closing as staggering memory began to invade. Those lovely eyes had shone with horror, lit with the flash of spells cast to inflict pain and injury. She had watched him bring down his own uncle, murder a member of his own family in a whirlwind of rage and frustration that replayed over and over in his dreams, taunting him. His evil tendencies could have gotten her killed, too. The very thought made him shudder right there beside the fire.

Shame coloured his cheeks, his flesh burning with it as guilt clawed at his insides.

She should go. She deserved better. What kind of friend was he to her? The worst kind, that's what.

“I wouldn't blame you if you did,” he rasped, pushing his hand through his hair, his fingers gripping at the tumbled strands. “I've done some terrible things.”

“As have I,” she said firmly. Her hand cupped his jaw, and he met her gaze, her fingers cool against his flushed skin. He swallowed hard. Her face was so close, so close it made his heart thunder. “We both did awful things, and it's impossible to change that now. But, we also did good things. We helped people, too. And we kept each other alive when it came down to it. You kept me alive with your tutoring and help. I could never regret that, Sebastian. I wouldn't be here if I did.”

He stared at her, licking his lips and blinking as a tear slipped free from the corner of his eye. “Why did you come?”

Her eyes, glittering with unshed tears of her own, were deep pools of warmth. He thought he could lose himself and drown in her eyes. He had found them fascinating from day one, felt such a thrill when they would seek him out across the classroom. He couldn't help but stare into them now, wanting to believe with his whole soul that she wasn't going to leave him.

“I missed you,” she whispered, her thumb sliding against the skin of his cheek. She blushed, blinking back her tears. “I wanted to see you before returning to school. Before everything, and everyone became a distraction. Nobody else will ever understand what happened, only you. I just… I needed to see you, I needed to know that you were alright, that we were alright. Does that make sense?”

He nodded. “I missed you, too.”

Her arms encased him, and he found himself held against her, his face pressed against her chest as her chin came to rest on the top of his head. Her scent filled his nose, soft floral elements and apples, and he inhaled deeply, his mind spinning as her hands slid through his hair and down his back. He shivered, closing his eyes against the ache of tears.

“It will be alright,” she whispered again.

He couldn't stop it. It was like a dam being released. Scalding tears leaked from his eyes and slid wildly down his cheeks, soaking into the softness of her blouse and darkening the fabric. He sucked in a stuttering breath, his fingers clutching at her blouse against her back and wincing as a hoarse sob escaped his mouth.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice thick and strangled as he thought to pull away, but her arms only held him tighter.

She was so temptingly soft, so warm, and yet the solidity of her body held against his felt like a life raft in a tossing sea. The fight seeped from him as her warmth began to spread through him. He shamelessly clung to her as sob after sob tore from his throat, and his tears soaked her blouse. She soothed him, held him, her hands gently roaming over him in a touch that he could feel deep in his bones.

How was he ever going to be able to release his grip on her? To let go would be like being cast adrift. It was terrifying, and he thought he might never be able to breathe properly ever again. He wanted her to stay right here and never leave. No, he needed her to stay.

“I will, don't worry. I can stay as long as you need,” she said, stroking his hair with gentle fingers.

Had he said that out loud?

He stilled, fighting to get control of his emotions as her words slowly began to sink through his mind. He swiped a hand over his face and lifted his head to look at her. He saw the flicker of pain, her sadness, and a flash of pity as she stared at him. He must look like an awful sight, red eyed and pathetic, a sad little boy.

Her fingers ghosted over his face, gently wiping away his tears. His skin craved her touch, and he yearned for it, already missing the warmth of her chest against his face where her heart had thudded so reassuringly near his ear.

“You'll really stay?” His voice was raw and utterly vulnerable, and he felt so very exposed.

There was no judgement in her eyes as she nodded. “Of course.”

….*....

It was quiet. So very quiet. The soft sounds of Sebastian's sleeping breaths on the other side of the curtain should have soothed her, but she lay on her back and stared up through the darkness waiting for sleep to come and claim her.

He had made up the bed with clean sheets, his eyes drawn to her constantly as he gave her a shirt to sleep in and tidied up before bed, almost as though he feared she would disappear. Her blouse hung on the dressing screen, the fabric soaked from his tears. Oh, how her heart had broken to hear him like that, the sharp pull of his grip on her clothes revealing the pain he held tight within himself.

Her own torment had risen up and stuck in her throat as she had comforted him.

She should have come sooner. She shouldn't have left him alone so long.

The strange creaks and groans of an unfamiliar house had her wide awake, her thoughts spinning over the last year. She turned her head towards the faded curtain that separated her from Sebastian and realised that in a few days, she would have known him a full year.

Her life had changed since last September.

From a well-behaved, decent girl to an ancient magic wielding witch who could deliver death with a flick of her wrist. Here she was, laying in a bed wearing nothing but a man's shirt and her underwear, that same man sleeping in the next bed over with nothing but a flimsy curtain to separate them. Unchaperoned and barely dressed, she thought of the expanse of Sebastian's naked back she had glimpsed when he had readied for bed. He had freckles everywhere, the sight of his shifting muscles bringing a rising heat to her skin as she had skipped her eyes guiltily away.

The matron of the children's home would have taken the belt to her legs for daring to be so brazen, and yet she stared at the curtain beside her and wished that she could see through it.

Blushing furiously at the thought of Sebastian's bare skin, she turned in the bed to face the stone wall, her breaths quick and uneven as a fierce ache gathered between her thighs. She squirmed and closed her eyes, trying to think of anything else but him, but his scent was everywhere, and she could still remember the hard heat of his body as she had held him earlier on.

Fighting the fire in her blood and the dark memories in her head, she fell into a fitful sleep, tossing and turning until she was twisted in the sheets.

Movement woke her, and she blinked against morning sunlight streaming around the thin curtain, taking a moment to remember where she was. Her hair was tumbled about her face, and she reached to brush strands aside, her heart leaping behind her ribs as Sebastian peered around the curtain with a cheeky smile.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” he said, his eyes drawn to her bare legs that hung out from the twisted sheets.

Blushing, she tugged the blanket over them, drawing them up closer towards her as that glowing heat in her abdomen nudged awake.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

Sebastian held out a steaming cup. “I thought you might like a cup of tea. I'm going to make you breakfast as well. It's the least I can do after you put up with me blubbering all over you last night.”

MC sat up, noting the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks as she arranged the blankets respectfully over her waist. She smiled and held her hand out for the tea.

“That is very sweet of you, Seb,” she said, taking the cup from him. He was dressed in clean clothes, the fresh scent of soap wafting from his skin. Her gaze lingered over him, and she found herself patting the side of the bed. Fuck propriety. “Sit with me for a moment.”

His eyes widened slightly, but he sat, turning to face her as she wrapped her hands around her cup. “Everything alright?”

She smiled. “Let's do something today, something fun. Maybe you could take me exploring around your old childhood haunts. What do you think?”

A smile twitched his lips, and he fluffed his hair. “There are chores to be done,” he said ruefully. “The wood doesn't chop itself, you know.”

She laughed and gave him a look that suggested she wasn't buying it. They both knew that a simple charm would have the axe swinging all by itself. He grinned at her as she sipped her tea.

“It doesn't hurt to do things by hand sometimes. It's grounding. It reminds us that we are human after all,” he said. He huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Merlin, I sound like my parents. How very boring.”

“Then I will help you around the house, we can pack a lunch, and then we can go exploring. Is that grounding enough for you, Mr Sallow?”

He bit his lower lip, the old sparkle she loved appearing in his eyes. “You've got yourself a deal.”

….*....

With the fresh sea breeze tugging at his hair and filling his lungs, Sebastian felt the foggy, dull ache around his eyes begin to recede. His eyes still felt scratchy and his throat raw after his emotional outburst yesterday, and he couldn't help but feel rather foolish for doing it in front of MC like that, but looking at her now as she searched for sea shells in the sand, he couldn't help but feel some of the heaviness lift from his shoulders and chest.

The breeze played with her hair, her blouse rippling with it as she picked up a shell with a smile on her lips. She looked like one of those angels painted in muggle murals, the sun glinting off her hair, her cheeks delicately pink from the late summer warmth of it.

It was so very hard not to stare at her. His gaze was drawn to her, and his whole body pulled towards her gravity, completely caught in her orbit. It stole his breath a little and made his head spin in a dizzying but delightful way. It was one thing to appreciate a pretty girl, but it was quite another to be utterly smitten with one. And he was becoming surer by the moment that he was smitten with her.

Like the sun peeking through the darkest storm clouds, she had appeared on his doorstep and thrown back the shadows. She had danced in the same darkness as him, held his painful secrets alongside her own, and yet she had come back to him. It was more than he deserved.

Spotting the delicate curve of a shell in the sand, he took out his wand and summoned it, letting it hover slowly over towards MC. The shell was perfectly intact, soft pink, and white curling into a graceful shape. MC’s eyes brightened as it appeared before her, those heavenly eyes swinging his way with a smile as she held out her palm. With careful precision, he let the shell sit in the cup of her hand, his gaze soft as her fingers turned it over to examine it.

“It's beautiful!” She exclaimed as she held it up.

He smiled, slipping his wand into his pocket as he began to walk closer towards her, his boots sinking into the soft sand. “Very beautiful,” he agreed, but he wasn't looking at the shell.

Her eyes lifted to meet him as he approached, daring to stand rather close so he could get a closer look at her eyes. The breeze blew strands of hair across her face, and they both lifted their hands to tuck them back, their fingers grazing against each other.

His heart thundered under his ribs at his boldness, his cheeks warming as she stared up at him, and he made to pull his hand away from her hair, but she caught his wrist to stop him. The rapid fire of his pulse made it hard to breathe as her hand slid up to link her fingers with his, their gazes locked on each other as though there was nothing else in the world to look upon. He realised that, even though he was partly terrified of what this might mean, he could quite happily stand and stare at her all day. Forever, in fact.

She stood on tiptoes, leaning forward as she held his hand tightly, the soft sigh of her breath ghosting across his cheek before her lips pressed against the skin there in a quick kiss.

He thought his lungs might burst and burn if he held his breath any longer, her eyes now so close he could definitely drown in them.

“You should smile like that more often, Sebastian,” she said softly. “You have the most lovely smile, quite handsome, in fact.”

Before she could even think about pulling away, removing herself from this perfect moment, his other hand caught her face in a gentle grip, his thumb sliding along the divine softness of her skin as he lowered his mouth to hers. It was the merest brush of lips, a soft taste in return for the one she had placed on his cheek, the tingle of it still there, along with the desire to feel more.

“I shall save those smiles just for you,” he promised.

He kept hold of her hand. Even when they left the beach and headed along the road back towards Feldcroft, their fingers remained laced together. She was a perfect fit, as though her hand had been made to be held by him, and it kept the shadows at bay. His own little ray of sunlight.

….*....

After a long day of chores and wandering around in the sun, MC had been tired, her muscles aching pleasantly as she sat and ate a simple dinner with Sebastian. It hadn't taken much persuading for her to stay at the cottage another night. With only one day left until the start of term, she would have to fetch her things for returning to school, and yet here she lingered.

A second night of laying in the bed, staring up at the wooden rafters of Sebastian's house as he lay sleeping on the other side of the curtain. This time, her thoughts were on the way he had kissed her on the beach, his lips soft and warm, the touch of them delicate and tempting. There had been a fire in his gaze that called to her. Unspoken glimmers of something that felt like she was balancing on the edge of a discovery.

He had not tried to kiss her again, but he had held her hand, his fingers grazing against her waist or her shoulder as they had prepared dinner. How many lingering looks would it take before he kissed her again? Did she dare steal a real kiss for herself?

The very thought made her heart flutter, and her insides flare with aching flame.

Burying her face into the soft feather pillow, she inhaled deeply and was reminded that Sebastian's scent was everywhere. He was everywhere, burying deeply into her soul until she wasn't sure where she ended and he began. She had not thought her heart could have been stolen so soon. At sixteen, she was fairly innocent in such matters, but there was something very powerful and almost frightening about the intensity with which she felt attached to Sebastian.

Perhaps it was the trauma, the darkness of their secrets, and the power of being held in the grip of the fallout of them. Like her, he was alone in the world, and they had gravitated towards each other. His eyes had the power to weave threads around her that drew her in tighter and tighter with each lingering glance, the dark glimmer of such gazes a lure more powerful than magic.

It's why she was here in the first place, was it not? Despite the real concern of how he had been faring, she had longed to be close to him again.

Drifting on the tide these thoughts were carrying her on, she didn't hear the whimpers at first, the jerking shuffles of Sebastian shifting around on his bed. The sounds of distress began to filter through to her, and she sat up, tilting her head as she gazed at the thin curtain between them.

Frowning slightly as a distressed groan sounded through the dark of the cottage, MC slipped from the bed sheets and stepped barefoot across the boards to peer around the curtain.

Sebastian was indeed shuddering beneath his bed covers, pale moonlight filtering through a high window, illuminating him in a ghostly glow.

“Sebastian?” She whispered, watching him twitch and whimper.

He didn't answer. His eyes were closed, but moving rapidly beneath his lids, and as she stepped even closer towards him, she could see beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. He was dreaming, and it wasn't a good dream either by the looks of it.

She bit her lip, sadness clouding her face as she stared down at him, knowing too well the kind of horrors that pulled you down in your sleep from her own night terrors. Worried about startling him, she hesitated before touching him, her hand trembling a little as it hovered above his shoulder.

Then, he yelled, a shocking, harsh scream that ripped out of his mouth. MC gasped but didn't move her hand quickly enough. When he sat bolt upright in the bed, her hand hit his face, and he was lightning fast as he grabbed her. One hand clamping about her wrist, the other reaching up to fist into the front of the shirt she wore.

He was like a cornered cat, hissing and frighteningly strong as he shook her, dragging her bodily forward before flipping her onto her back against the mattress. She yelped, her hair fanning out across the twisted sheets as he loomed above her, pinning her to the bed with an iron grip.

She stared up at his flushed face, his eyes wild and unseeing in the pale moonlight.

“It's me!” She cried, her hands grasping at his bare arms, his muscles rigid under her touch. “Seb, it's me, please.”

Breathing hard, he stared, his mouth a harsh grimace, his teeth bared as he gripped her. A sharp flash of fear shot through her, realising that he could hurt her if he wanted to, and her wand was beside her bed behind the curtain. She kept still, her own chest heaving with panicked breaths.

“Sebastian,” she whispered.

He became eerily still, his eyes subtly widening as he stared at her, really looking at her pinned beneath him. Her pulse was racing, throbbing in her ears, as he slowly came around to the reality of the situation.

His gaze travelled over her face, moving down to where his hand had fisted the fabric of her shirt, gathering it tightly just below her collar bone. Her arm was pinned up behind her head, his fingers gripping so tightly at her wrist that she could feel her hand tingling from lack of blood flow.

As a result of the struggle, her shirt was twisted up around her ribcage, exposing her waist and hips, his lower body pinning her to the bed in a rather compromising position. He wore nothing but a pair of undershorts, their bare legs exposed, his knees anchored against the bed.

“What… how did you… MC,” he stuttered, confusion creasing his brow. He let go of her immediately, straightening up onto his knees as he pushed both hands through his hair with a groan of distress. “Did I hurt you?”

His voice was strained, a pained wince on his face as he risked another look at her. He pressed his hands to his cheeks as his gaze roamed over her exposed flesh. “Oh fuck,” he whispered.

MC hadn't moved, her arm still angled up above her head, her other hand hanging limp off the side of the bed as she fought to calm her breathing. “I'm alright,” she murmured.

Sebastian shook his head, closing his eyes tightly as he moaned. “Oh gods, I'm so sorry.”

He shifted his weight off her, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. MC sat up slowly, rubbing her wrist as her gaze lingered over the moonlight reflecting off the skin of his naked back. Her fear faded, her lungs relaxing as she watched him. He wouldn't hurt her, not on purpose. She held onto that thought.

“It's alright,” she said quietly, slowly reaching for him. Her fingers trembled as she touched them against his shoulder blade, his muscles tensing slightly as she smoothed her hand along towards the back of his neck. “I'm okay. You're okay. You didn't hurt me.”

“But I could have,” he said, his voice cracking. He turned his head to look at her, his expression so raw and open it stole her breath. “I could have hurt you. I'd never forgive myself if…” He gulped, raking his fingers through his hair again as he shook his head. “What were you doing out of bed?”

“I came to check on you,” she said, stroking her hand over the flesh of his back in soothing movements. “You were dreaming. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I'm not sure I will ever be okay,” he said, his voice so lost and empty as he stared at the floor. “These thoughts in my head, I know I'm not supposed to feel them, but they always find me in the quiet of night. I try to fight them away, but I’m scared that one night they might get the better of me, that I will get what I deserve.”

Her eyes burned, and she bit her lip, her chest tightening at the sheer depth of sadness in his tone. He looked defeated, shrunken, and nothing like the boy who had faced her in their first ever duel in Defence Against the Dark Arts on her first day at Hogwarts.

“No,” she said firmly, shuffling closer to wrap her arms around him from behind. “That is not going to be your fate.”

She pressed her face against the flushed skin of his back, smooth and warm against her nose. Her hands snaked around to press against his chest, a slight smattering of hair there tickling her fingertips. She held him tight, imagining all of her body heat and strength of affection for him flowing into him as she did so. She hoped that he could feel it.

“You are going to be just fine, Sebastian. I will make sure of it.”

“I'm not sure I deserve it,” he whispered.

Her heart clenched, and she shook her head. No. He couldn't give up. If he gave up, then she would struggle to keep her own head above the drowning waters of everything that had happened. Together. Together, they could fight it and win, just like they always did.

Her lips pressed against his heated skin, and once she started, she couldn't stop. She needed to show him. He was wanted. He was loved. He did deserve it.

She kissed up his spine towards his neck, moving to spread more affection with her mouth along his freckled shoulder. She felt the shift in his breathing, the subtle flex of his muscles as she moved back towards his neck and pressed kisses under his ear.

Her name whispered through his lips, and his hands slid over hers at his chest, their fingers interlocking as he held them tight and close near his thudding heart.

“Don't give up on me,” she pleaded. “You've got this. Sebastian Sallow never backs down from a fight, remember? And this is a fight. You have to win. Do it for me, do it for Anne, but most of all, do it for yourself.”

This time, when he pinned her to the bed, she welcomed it, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss so demanding that it stole her breath in the best possible way. Arching her back in a delicate curve, his hands roamed over her waist, sliding up underneath her back to grasp the back of her neck as his hips rocked achingly against hers.

It was exhilarating to feel his hands against her bare flesh, the shirt riding up to expose the tender peaks of her breasts. He moaned, his mouth moving from her neck to draw one hardening nipple between his lips, his tongue sliding hotly over it in a teasing swipe.

She had never been kissed or touched like this before, but she wasn't scared at all, not even a flutter of nerves as his hand skimmed her hip, reaching under to squeeze longingly at the curve of her behind.

“Stop me,” he panted, his tongue swirling against her breastbone. His hand moulded her backside, his fingers brushing underneath in a devastating caress that made her mouth open in a gasp. Heat flared dangerously.

“No,” she whined, her hand fisting into the softness of his hair.

His groan was feral, his mouth starved as he drew her flesh into a sharp suck that left her marked, his fingers swiping deeper under the curve of her backside against damp heat. She moaned in response, her legs widening shamelessly to welcome him.

“Fuck, you shouldn’t make noises like that. I'm not going to be able to stop,” he said, his hips rocking against her, the nudge of his arousal widening her eyes as a shock of excitement blistered through her blood.

Heart hammering and her breathing ragged, she tilted her pelvis, her body curious and on fire as she rubbed herself against him. He sucked air through his gritted teeth and released it as a groan, his forehead pressed between her breasts.

“MC…” He warned, lifting his head to look at her. The blazing heat in his eyes sent another thrill through her.

Heart in her mouth, but her head determined. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him closer, and he closed his eyes with a soft moan. He caught his lower lip with his teeth, his hips rolling against her in a slow, seductive movement that had her utterly lost.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked breathlessly. “There's no going back from it. I don't want to take advantage of you.”

“You're not,” she said, shaking her head. “I choose you.”

The look in his eyes almost had her in tears, the stunned softness that made him go still, his hand caressing her face before he kissed her, slowly and thoroughly.

It was more than just answering the burn of lust that fired their blood. Each caress, each press of lips, was an affirmation of their need to feel connected. The heat of skin against skin was soothing and arousing at once, what little clothing that formed barriers was discarded swiftly and without care, their sole focus to answer the plea in each other’s eyes.

It was new and thrilling, each fumbled touch as they explored and discovered opened up new possibilities. The erotic and intimate nature of Sebastian's fingers delving deep into her core drew low moans from her mouth. Her body opened to receive him, her heart racing and her thoughts eager to learn the feel of being joined completely with him.

The solemn lectures delivered by her matron at the children's home drifted through her mind, snippets about carnal sin and the proper way to behave. As her hands explored the lines of Sebastian's body, she couldn't fathom why anyone should deny themselves this intimacy.

How could this be so terrible and wrong? The way Sebastian was looking at her, the worship he gave with hands and mouth, it made her feel alive. The bonds that had formed between them strengthened, sharpening to a burning point in her chest as he finally claimed her for his own. The stinging stretch as he filled her made her bite her lip, her fingers digging into his flesh as he began to move, his own moans of pleasure filling her ears.

This was where she was meant to be. This was no sin. This was home.

Pressing his forehead to hers, their combined breaths mere heated gasps as their bodies found a rhythm together, MC stared into the deep, dark pools of his eyes. Lost in his shadows, utterly claimed by them as the tendrils of black curled around her essence and sealed their fate.

“You're mine,” he breathed into her mouth, pushing even deeper into her, his grip tightening. “I'm never going to let you go.”

“And you're mine,” she said firmly.

His thrusts stuttered, soft sounds falling from his lips as he suddenly withdrew, the slick heat of his arousal rubbing lazily against the inside of her thigh before he came, spilling thick pools of release against her trembling flesh. She glanced down, curious and flushed as it dripped slowly to the bed sheets, his cock still firm and slick from their lust.

Their bodies couldn't be any closer, arms and legs entwined as their flesh cooled and their breathing began to regulate. With her face pressed close to his skin, she could breathe him in, every lung full was a soothing comfort enhanced by the soft caresses of his hands.

He was hers, and she was his. Together, they would dance with their shadows, and together they would defeat them.

….*....

The soft glow of lamps lit up Central Hall in Hogwarts, a few Prefects were chatting in the corner and not really paying attention to the girl leaning on the balcony above them, her eyes lingering over the fountain before fixing on her destination. The library door.

MC felt her lips curve upwards in a fond smile as she remembered arriving on this very balcony exactly a year ago, her stomach a bundle of nerves as she met the curious Slytherin boy who had no concerns about breaking school rules. She had been the new girl, desperate to impress, and yet, even then, so soon after meeting Sebastian, he had easily led her astray.

Footsteps sounded behind her on the stairs and she turned to look over her shoulder, her smile widening at the sight of said Slytherin approaching. His gaze was curious, eyes twinkling with familiar mischief as he came right up close to her and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth.

“There you are,” he said quietly. “And what brings us here at this time of night, sweetheart?”

MC smoothed her hands down the front of his waistcoat, her eyes playful as she looked up at him. “Do you know it's exactly one year, to the day, that you smuggled me into the library so I could snoop in the Restricted Section? I think it was the first bit of rule breaking you taught me.”

“Is that so?” He arched an eyebrow and glanced over the balcony rail. “A whole year of teaching you how to break rules. How naughty of me. So, are you up for a little more rule breaking, then? Is that why we are here?”

She nodded, eyes gleaming. “I thought we could sneak back down there, for old times sake, have a nose around. I have it on good authority that there are even some rather naughty books to be found if we look in the right place.”

“Naughty books?” His smirk was positively devilish. “Do you even have to ask? Count me in.”

Tugging her closer and kissing her again, his hand clasped hers. His handsome smile combined with the wicked gleam in his gaze was enough to send her tummy into a riot of butterflies as they pulled out their wands. With a cheeky wink, Sebastian cast his Disillusionment charm and he vanished, his faintly flickering outline tugging her towards the stairs as she cast her own charm.

This time last year she had been shaking with nerves, her palms sweating as they outwitted old Scribner. This year, her pulse flew with anticipation as they made it through the iron gates and hurried down into the Restricted Section. The element of risk added to the excitement of being alone with Sebastian, and it wasn't long before she found herself pressed into a dark corner, his mouth on her skin and his hand under her blouse.

Their shadows hung in the background, the darkness always there waiting for them, memories coming out to play when they least expected it. But, they had each other. They chased down the shadows with the warmth of their smiles and the heat of their embraces.

With Sebastian at her side, she felt unstoppable, truly alive, and ready to face whatever came next. She doubted that life would ever become boring. Not with him.

After all, they did love dark, restricted places, and they both couldn't back down from a challenge. Even when that challenge was each other.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #blueraineshadows #hogwarts legacy

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orobaxis · 1 year

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i love your ominis fic! it’s so well written. could i request him and #10 from the prompt list?

(so for once in my life) let me get what i want

ominis gaunt x reader (hogwarts legacy)

ominis tells you his plans for the future and adopts a new name

prompt: "please. please just listen to me."

word count: 2253

warnings: hogwarts legacy spoilers! some violence; gaunt family pureblood purity nonsense; seventh-year ominis and gang (sebastian redemption arc); timeskip & a surprise cameo/twist? :O ominis is a very powerful wizard because of his heritage, and he's even more powerful than his family because of his kind heart; occamies can speak parseltongue (source: trust me bro)

when the impossible happened, when it turned out that you also reciprocated his feelings, ominis' world changed.

he always tells you, "we took the long way round, but we're here now." and every time, you would reach for his hand and squeeze. he can almost sense your smile every time.

ominis had been thinking about it. you were it for him, and he hopes you feel the same way. he was tired.

of hiding you.

so ominis made up his mind.

once you both graduate from hogwarts, he would not return to his family. the gaunts aren't his family--not anymore. it was his friends, and you.

"what are you doing outside, sulking here?"

he turns to the sound of your voice and the door opening, and you sit beside him. slowly, you reach for his hand and guide a steaming cup of tea. he mutters a 'thank you' and takes a sip.

you tell him that feldcroft looks nice at this time of the year, so not unlike the time it was ravaged by poachers and ranrok's loyalists. there is laughter in the air, children running around and playing in the snow. carolers singing every night by a bonfire. you always go to the carolers and hand out hot cocoa.

ominis and sebastian would usually sit there, outside the sallow house, listening as you and anne, now good as new, play with the kids, picking snowball fights with the enchanted snowman. you two make them help set up a giant christmas tree for the hamlet. he would fret whenever you climb up the ladder to place ornaments, insisting that using your wand "isn't as accurate". that entire day, while you and anne were busy decorating the tree, ominis would be standing guard by the ladder, making sure that not even the wind can shake it.

he likes it here. it's quiet, and while he enjoys holidays in the castle, being with his family here in feldcroft feels better.

"the kids are scaring the scarecrow again," he tells you with a smile, and you both turn in the direction of the children and the squawking of the poor scarecrow.

anne bursts out the door, smiling when she sees you two. "there you are!" she exclaims. a folded woolen blanket is hanging on her arms, "i knew ominis would be here sulking--"

"i am not sulking--"

"so i got you a blanket to keep you warm. i know y/n wouldn't leave you out here in the cold."

you gratefully take the blanket from her, thanking her before splaying it on yourself and ominis. "have you finished packing?"

"me?" anne points at herself, "of course not! sebastian and i don't pack until you start nagging for us to leave."

"because we need to return to hogwarts by tonight," you remind her.

anne rolls her eyes, waving you off, "we can pack everything quickly, don't worry. you and ominis enjoy the sun while it lasts."

you hum, and watch her enter the house again. turning to ominis, you watch him sip his tea quietly, "you ready?"

"hmm?" he asks behind the rim of the teacup.

"our final term," you sigh, "and then we're done with school."

ominis starts thinking about it again.

"i have to tell you something."

you don't say anything, but wait until he starts talking.

"i've decided...i've decided not to return to my family after graduation."

shocked, you open your mouth to say something, anything. but you know that he has made up his mind about this. "but, they'll start looking for you."

"i know." ominis is quiet for a bit, hands warming up around his cup, as he tries to collect his thoughts. some time ago, he knew that he eventually would have to go into hiding once he decided to leave the family. he just...well, he just needed to tell you about it. "we'll have to lay low for a while."

"we?" you aren't sure if you heard him right. did 'we' mean you and him? you, him, and the twins?

"my family will be looking for us. and if you're with me, i can protect you better."

so that's what he had been sulking about, you think to yourself. ever since you arrived to feldcroft to spend the holidays with the twins, you would always find ominis deep in thought. is this what he was thinking about?

it feels like a death sentence, ominis thinks. you deserve better than going into hiding so soon after graduating. you should be going out there, exploring the world, not being afraid that a family of dark wizards would find you. but he knows his family will not let him go, not with you. and if something happened to you, well, he would never forgive himself.

"i'm sorry," he blurts out. he is frustrated about this, and he knows you must be too. he is sure that you're already processing the fact that you'll be losing months, years of your life trying to hide from his family. he wouldn't blame you if you start despising him now. he would too. "i didn't mean for this to happen."

"wait...ominis," you gently take the cup from his hands to settle it on the ground, "it's alright."

ominis shakes his head, now becoming upset, "no, you don't understand...i don't understand. why aren't you mad at me? you should be!

because of who i am...the darkness in my family is never going to go away, and it will infect you...i'm sorry." ominis hears the crack in his voice and the tears started to flow.

immediately, you kneel into the dirt, cupping his face, "hey, ominis...please. please, just listen to me." you brush your thumbs against his cheeks, wiping his tears, tracing the beauty marks that you love.

"i'll be fine as long as i'm with you," you whisper to him. "i don't care if we have to hide, as long as i have you...everything will be alright."

he sniffs, raising his hands to cup yours resting on his cheeks. he turns and brushes his lips on your palm, "i love you," he tells you, "i would do anything for you, and i will keep you safe, i promise."

"i know, love," you tell him, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks, not from anguish, but from joy. of course you would follow him anywhere. "i love you too, and i will also keep you safe."

ominis says nothing, but nods before leaning forward, resting his head against yours.

let me keep her, please. he thinks. for once in my life, let me get what i want. lord knows it would be the first time.

he should have known that these rogue poachers were also looking for him. they accidentally came across the group, as you four were flying back to the castle. they intercepted you, and you had to land somewhere.

"i don't know if you 'eard," a poacher yells as he and his colleagues start to descend to your location, "but the gaunt family is looking to pay a hefty sum if we could get their son and his friends back to them!"

"all the galleons we could ever want!" exclaimed another, "we'll never have to poach for animals in this blasted forest again."

"ominis," you whisper, reaching frantically for him as he takes a step forward, wand out. sebastian stands beside him. you see anne pull her wand out and you do so anxiously, staring at the poachers and trying to keep yourself calm.

it is quiet for a bit, and then the curses and hexes start flying. incantations hurriedly leaving everyone's lips as you tried your best to see where the enemies are in the thick of the night. you worry for your friends, jumping by anne's side, pulling on her jumper as you conjure a shield for you both. as ominis and sebastian try to hold off a horde of poachers in front of you, you don't notice one disillusioned themselves until there was the tip of a wand pressing against your neck and a ragged, "STOP!" is shouted behind you, almost deafening your ear.

ominis turns to the side at the sound, wand still raised and his brows furrowed when he realizes that one slipped past him.

"let go of her."

"we don't want trouble with you, i know you gaunts are a powerful lot," the poacher who has wrapped his arm around your neck tightens it a little. "i just want missy here, and you to come with us back to mummy and daddy."

he raises his wand, ready to strike the man who has you captive.

"ominis..." you start, before the tip of the wand dig deeper into your neck and you shut yourself up with a whimper. ominis cringes at the sound.

"please--" ominis bares his teeth as he lowers his wand

"drop your wand and walk towards me."

"please just listen to me," ominis implores, but the man didn't want to listen to him.

"any sudden movements and she's gone," he pulls on your hair, "your parents want you alive, but didn't say that for her."

now seething in anger, ominis nods before dropping his wand. this appeases the poacher, who tells him to start walking towards him. then, he hears voices.

voices he haven't heard in some time. are you alright? do you need help?

masking it as a pained hiss, ominis answers, yes, get rid of the poacher. he threatens to hurt the beasts in this forest.

i am not from this forest. nor from this land. these poachers took me.

you're close now, ominis can hear your muffled whimpers. help me with the poacher, and we will help you return home.

in a flash, you are released from the poacher's grip and ominis takes a few strides before reaching you. he holds you close as you gasp at the sight before you: a large, winged serpentine beast grabs the poacher by the shoulders and they disappear.

"what--"

"that was an occamy!" anne shouts, running to your side to embrace you and ominis, "thank goodness you're alright!" sebastian runs to you all, sighing in relief when he sees no one is hurt.

you turn to ominis, still in shock. "you saved me..."

"i promised i would," he tells you.

"but..." you turn back to the sky, where you see the occamy flying closer and closer. ominis says nothing, but waves his wand to materialize his suitcase and open it. the occamy flies into it and it shuts. "the occamy..."

"professor howin or ellie peck will make sure that she gets back to her home."

you nod at him, a smile slowly forming on your face before you rush in and plant a small kiss on his cheek. flushing, you start to walk back to where you dropped your broom, ignoring the teasing grin on anne's face.

"well, that was--"

"if you say one more thing sebastian, i will have the occamy choke you."

years later, anne and sebastian sallow find themselves in front of a tiny cottage by the sea. it has become tradition to spend the holidays here.

here to deliver the news, sebastian, now an auror, is excited to let them know. the gaunts have stopped looking for them.

you greet them at the door, throwing your arms around anne is joy. "happy christmas!" you tell her, "i'm so glad you made it here safely!"

"the only danger we encountered on the way here were the drunkards outside of feldcroft!" anne exclaims with a laugh, moving to take off her coat and hang it as you hug sebastian.

"any news?" you whisper against his ear.

sebastian pulls away from you with a grin, "yes. where is he?"

"in the studio," you nod to the direction of the room, "now off with your coat and let's move to the studio."

he has learned to enjoy it. at first, he huffed when you told him you bought him the wheel, but eventually, he realized how much he loved it. it was calming, and it certainly helped that you also appreciate the finished products he would gift you.

when sebastian tells him that the gaunts finally stopped searching, ominis couldn't really say he's relieved. he was relieved years ago, when he stopped feeling the dark shadow engulfing his being. despite that, he enjoys knowing that they didn't have to hide anymore.

he feels his wife's comforting hand on his shoulder, and he teasingly reaches for it with his own.

"ah, ominis, you're getting me dirty!" you complain, but he only laughs. "i have to go check on the food, and then we can all have dinner."

"how can you even move around with your condition?" sebastian asks, and you huff, rolling your eyes at him before cradling the swollen bump in front of you. "i don't think my child is as big-headed as you seb, that's why i'm still able to move around."

anne and ominis laugh at that. "i'll help," ominis announces, as he gets up from his potter wheel and makes his way towards the kitchen (where you proudly display the many potteries your husband made you).

the twins follow shortly, chortling at how domesticated you both look, especially after adopting a new name. this new name ominis is proud of, because not like the one he is born with, becoming a "potter" is his choice, and with you, he's all the better for it.

i was listening to please please please let me get what i want (idk if thats obvious)

i hope you all like this one ;A;

i popped out so many ominis fics today my thesis is jealous aaaaaaaa

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt imagine #hogwarts #hogwarts imagine #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagine #wizarding world #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #harry potter #queue

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reddeaddamnation · 6 months

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Who is most likely to (but it gets more deranged as we go): Hogwarts legacy edition

Think of a cute, original date to take you on every week: Ominis, Poppy, Natsai

Tell you stories when you can't sleep: Natsai

Make a crown of daisies for you: Poppy, prof. Garlick

Slip notes with reasons to love you in your notebooks: Amit, Natsai

Take you to a whole gala for a date: Ominis

Send "u up?" at 3AM: Garreth

Give you rare gifts which may or may not involve questionable and/or dangerous methods: Sebastian, Rookwood, Garreth

Start a fight for you: Sebastian, Rookwood

Ask "Would you still love me if I was a bug?": Sebastian...

Spiral into anxious thoughts if you don't talk to them in a full day: Sebastian, Ominis

Think the bar is a valid date: Garreth, Rookwood

Cry during arguments: Sebastian, Poppy

Start thinking about marriage and growing old together after the first date: Sebastian... Amit

Think netflix and chill is a valid date: Garreth

Get too drunk and refuse to engage with you because they are taken and don't want to cheat on their partner (you): Amit, Ominis

Say "Don't worry about it" when in fact you need to be VERY worried about it: Garreth, Rookwood, Sebastian

Destroy a hamlet if you're in danger: Rookwood, Sebastian...

Blame themself if you're in danger: Ominis

Try to fix something but only makes it worse: Garreth, Sebastian

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #garreth weasley

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xreaderbooks · 1 year

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The Shadows of Our Love Masterlist | Sebastian Sallow

Sebastian Sallow x Reader (Platonic! Garreth Weasley x Reader, Platonic! Ominis Gaunt x Reader)

Navigation - Playlist - Wattpad and AO3 - Moodboard 1

Following the events of Hogwarts Legacy: Tension rises in the Hamlets as well as in the house of Slytherin as Sebastian Sallow has taken to avoiding Y/n since the beginning of the school year. The lack of communication causes a rift between the once-close friends, both yearning for the other yet never fully expressing themselves to one another.

This school year was meant for studying, friends, and trying to rekindle her friendship with Sebastian Sallow who is set on avoiding her.

Y/n L/n is back at Hogwarts for her fifth year, left with an insurmountable amount of guilt, trauma, and ancient magic that she has lost control of over the summer; she must learn how to overcome her internal battle while also fighting a new one this year. With talk of a high society group called Death Reapers; Y/n must once again find the strength to fight for the wizarding world and confront her love for Sebastian Sallow.

Aged-up characters: 17-18 (6th years)

Slowburn - Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Hogwarts Legacy spoilers! Language, Violence, Death, Torture, Angst, Implied sexual content (no smut), SLOW BURN ASF

Chapter 1 | In the Shadow of Return

Chapter 2 | In the Shadow of Potions

Chapter 3 | In the Shadow of Evasion

Chapter 4 | In the Shadow of Strength

Chapter 5 | In the Shadow of Truth

Chapter 6 | In the Shadow of Rumors

Chapter 7 | In the Shadow of Quidditch

Chapter 8 | In the Shadow of Promises

Chapter 9 | In the Shadow of Interest

Chapter 10 | In the Shadow of Letters

Chapter 11 | In the Shadow of Duels

Chapter 12 | In the Shadow of Detention last updated: 8/15/23

Chapter 13 | In the Shadow of

Chapter 14 | In the Shadow of

Chapter 15 | In the Shadow of

more chapters to follow...

Y/n’s 6th year schedule:

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, The author of this story has no ownership of any of the characters in the Hogwarts Legacy video game. Some dialogue is taken from the story set in Hogwarts Legacy. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and some scenes where the original character is involved are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

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gobletoffeels · 8 months

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ARE YOUR KIDS TEXTING ABOUT HOGWARTS LEGACY?

WHAT THEIR MESSAGES REALLY MEAN:

LOL - Leander often loses

BTW - Better try wiggenweld

LMAO - Let me assist Ominis

HMU - Hogsmeade meeting underway

GTG - Get them goblins

WTF - Where to feldcroft

OMG - Oh my Gaunt

BRB - Bring relic back

SMH - So many hamlets

TBH - The Black headmaster

IDC - Is Duncan coward

DYJCFTU - Did you just come from the undercroft

#hogwarts legacy #mine #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #my post #idk man some real crackhead stuff happening lately #hogwarts legacy post #hogwarts legacy fandom

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subastian-swallows · 1 year

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Hogwarts Legacy Characters Reacting:

You use an Unforgivable Curse in front of them.

Sebastian: It happened when you and Sebastian had found yourselves outnumbered. You had gone in search of the latest rumour — surrounding Anne’s curse and when you finally made your way to the end of the trail, well, of course it was a trap. At first you both held off well, Sebastian effortlessly protecting your back as you did his. But eventually you were separated and although he called out to you and promised that he’d find you — when your foes were defeated, he was nowhere in sight. When you did find him, Sebastian had almost been completely overwhelmed and it was only after he was thrown back against the stone wall of the cave — that you saw red. You didn’t think at that point. The words slipped off your tongue with ease and when you used the killing curse on the final enemy in the small space — you felt both empowered and disgusting. Yet, when you ran to Sebastian’s side and pulled his bloody face against yours, kissing every little scratch against his skin — his relieved smile almost made it okay and so you ignored the horrible feeling gnawing at your heart. He commended you of course. Running his thumb over your trembling lips and when he gently pulled your forehead to his, he promised that it wouldn’t change you — or change how he saw you.

Ominis: It was meant to be different. You had played over the conversation in your head a thousand times and yet — it mattered little, when Ominis refused to allow you to pass, no longer agreeing with your support in Sebastian’s endeavours. And so he stood tall, though he was obviously afraid and when you stepped towards him, with your arm raised — you hesitated, when Ominis simply smiled and closed his eyes. But it wasn’t until he began to speak of you as something special, as someone who deep down was good — that you started to cry. And when you told him to shut up, he refused. Continuing on about how he wasn’t sure, if he would be able to forgive you — let alone, trust you again and it was only how soft his words had been, that almost made you stop. But, it was already too late and if it wasn’t you, then Sebastian would have been the one to do it — and perhaps, you just wanted to make sure, in the end, Ominis still had one of his best friends. So you casted it. The spell was harsh, yet nothing truly happened to the point that he would be hurt, well, except for his heart — and when, you ordered him to leave and to never return, you hoped one day he would forgive you. Though, perhaps, you first needed to learn to forgive yourself.

Garreth: It was supposed to be a charming little trip to the hamlet, just out past Hogsmeade — when you were ambushed by Ashwinders. And despite holding off as many as you could, eventually you were both overrun. When you eventually awoke to Garreth screaming, something snapped inside you — and as you quickly threw yourself in front of him, taking the next Cruciatus Curse, Garreth could barely look up from the ground. After you stopped shaking, just enough that you could reach for Garreth's wand — you were barely thinking anymore, when you killed the Ashwinder in front of you. After killing once, you couldn't stop — not until everyone, who had potentially hurt Garreth was dead. And eventually, the clearing grew quiet and nothing could be heard apart from the slow breeze, rustling the leaves of the forest — but it was only after you stumbled back towards Garreth, that you realised his face was twisted with concern. He actually looked scared. Scared of you. But it was only more obvious when you tried to reach for him and he pulled away — his eyes flickering to his wand and so you dropped it, suddenly realising what you had done. Eventually he allowed you to help him up and take him to the nearest infirmary, but that was it — he then wished to be alone. Days passed and he finally agreed to meet with you and although he was not as cheery as he had normally been, he allowed you to sob into his chest and apologise. He did eventually forgive you, though it most had certainly changed you both — forever.

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis x you #ominis x reader #garreth x you #garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy garreth #garreth weasley x you #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow x you #ominis

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solemn-marauders · 1 year

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A Regretful Visit

Sebastian x MC pairing

Continued in Broken Glass, Broken Hearts

Disclaimer: The first of my Hogwarts Legacy drabble that I’m posting. These are written quickly while the ideas are fresh. They are short and most likely sprinkled with errors. I’m posting these for me, but if other people enjoy them, then all the better. I will be using my MC’s name, Thea, since this is her story. I also keep the time period in mind. I do my best to keep it as period accurate as possible.

Trigger Warning: None

Additional Information: Takes place the summer after their 5th year

Thea had tried several times over the summer to reach out to Sebastian through letters. At the end of the term he had told her that he needed to return to Feldcroft to take care of some matters. She, of course, had offered to accompany him, but he was adamant that some time to process things on his own was something he desperately needed.

After much time had passed without a single response she became worried, had the Ministry somehow learned the truth behind Solomon’s death? Was Sebastian’s guilt so strong that he had succumbed to his self-loathing? Those thoughts alone had Thea mounting her broom early one morning to pay him a visit and assure herself that the worst had not happened.

She reached the hamlet in record time and landed near Bernard Ndiaye’s stall. Bernard had taken a liking to the young witch, especially after she retrieved some stolen crates of chomping cabbages meant for him.

He was busy arranging new stock, but turned towards the sound of Thea dismounting her broom.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite customer!” His joy at seeing her made her smile. “It’s been too long since I saw you last. I heard rumors of you being involved in some nasty business up at Hogwarts. I hope you’re alright.”

Thea’s smile faltered as she defaulted to her overused response whenever someone inquired about her wellbeing these days. “I’m fine, Bernard, but I appreciate your concern.” Fine. She was always “fine”.

“I thought I’d have the pleasure of seeing you more around here, given how close you and Sebastian are. Poor lad, first his sister gets sick and then his uncle passes in his sleep.” A look of genuine concern settled on Bernard's face.

“That’s actually why I’m here, to check in on him. Has he been in Feldcroft since school ended?”

“Oh yes, he’s kept himself quite busy with repairing the cottage and tending to the gardens. I haven’t seen Anne since Solomon’s passing, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she were back at St. Mungo’s.” Bernard’s attention was caught by something across the courtyard. “Oh! There’s the lad now. Sometimes I swear that boy doesn’t sleep...”

Thea barely paid attention to Bernard’s words. Every part of her was focused on Sebastian as he left the cottage and made his way to the adjoining garden. He hadn’t so much as glanced this way yet and Thea found herself at war with her thoughts. Even from this distance she could tell that, at least physically, he was perfectly fine. More than fine if she were to be honest with herself. The time spent working on the hovel and in the garden had seemed to do him well. He looked stronger, his muscles more defined under the shirt he wore. Thea felt her face warm while at the same time fighting the bile that crept up her throat.

He had been in Feldcroft this whole time and was obviously physically capable of returning her letters. The pain she felt in her chest and stomach only made her nausea worse. A part of her wanted to storm across the courtyard and give him an absolute earful, she was even picturing throwing a solid jab into that annoying freckled face of his. The other, equally strong urge, was to leave. He didn’t deserve to see her, didn’t deserve to know that she cared for him deeply enough to make sure he was okay.

She was so engrossed in her inner debate that she almost hadn’t noticed a village girl drawing water from the well in the center of town and filling a tin cup. A cup that she then carried with her towards the brunette. Thea couldn’t make out any of the words spoken between the two, but she could clearly see Sebastian flashing the girl a dashing smile as he accepted the offered water. The girl seemed to be around their age, if not a bit younger, and was quite becoming. Thea didn’t recognize her from school, but that wasn’t saying much as she had kept incredibly busy the whole year.

She had gotten what she came there for. Sebastian was alive and apparently quite well, a fact that made Thea want to fly home as fast as possible.

“My dear, are you alright?” Bernard’s soft words brought her out of her thoughts.

As always, she replied with, “I’m fine,” she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her. The pair across the way seemed to be having a grand time, if their smiles and laughter were any indication, “but Bernard?”

“Mhmm?”

“Please tell no one that I came here.” Sebastian still hadn’t seen her and she wanted to leave before he did.

Bernard’s eyes shifted from Thea to the Sallow cottage and back again. He must have understood to some degree, because the look of understanding and pity he gave made the bile creep more up her chest. She had to get out of here, now.

“I won’t tell a soul.”

Thea was already mounting her broom when she thanked him and flew as fast as she could from the hamlet. The wind from her speed turned the fallen tears on her face cold.

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ricekirpsees · 4 months

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|| The Unfortunate Thing About Legacies: Chp 1 ||

Synopsis- Dear Student...

Notes- N/a

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We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a fifth-year student.

Term begins on 1 September.

Preliminary supplies have been collected for you and will accompany you on your journey to the castle.

As you may be aware, the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery prohibits the use of magic by those under the age of seventeen outside school. However, due to your unique circumstances, the Ministry has graciously agreed to allow Professor Eleazar Fig to help hone your spell-casting before escorting you from London to the castle for the start-of-term feast and the Sorting Ceremony.

Yours sincerely,

Professor Weasley

Deputy Headmistress

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What a surprise it was, the letter in your hand.

You were rather curious as to why the brown and white owl was following you all around the county of western Carmarthenshire. You merely thought the cute thing believed something of yours was prey. However, your assumption was refuted when you sat down beside the crumbled bricks of what was a wall for a quick rest.

The blue Welsh skies had shifted into the coloured warmth of the sunset when you finally decided to find a spot to settle in. You had just made it to the ruins of a castle that caught your wandering interest, spotting it a few hills back, set between lush greens, old trees, and shattered stones. And so you lay against the grass, nestled against the curve of ancient roots shrouded in moss.

It was a little too early in the afternoon to doze off and a little too exposed to set up a temporary camp. Instead, you let your mind wander, dream, and lightly touch on the days before your adventuring. You dreamt of seeing those odd creatures again and wondered about the blossoming hamlet close to the sea, relishing in the simple peace of the sleepy meadowlands. Then all too suddenly, your daydreams scattered.

Startled, you quickly sat up feeling something plopped onto your lap. It couldn’t have been a leaf, it was far larger than what the tree could have dropped. You picked it up and to your utter bewilderment, you see it was a letter. Tan and square, it was sealed with a luscious red wax stamped with a decorative H and an emblem with four creatures printed delicately on the flap.

Peering closer at the letter, you could just make out the words and begin to sound them out loud, "Hogwarts… Draco dor- dormi-ens nunquam ti… ti-till-andus."

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

Never tickle a sleeping dragon.

You snorted, amused. Someone must've dropped this, you thought with a small smile. Or at least, it might've been stolen by the wind. You looked around the darkening grasslands in hopes of catching someone nearby who could have lost the missive, possibly a postman, but it was just you and nature's awakening nightlife.

A gentle hoot from above caught your attention. You looked up to see the brown and white plumage of your little companion sitting on a branch, with large yellow eyes gazing down at you. Oh, and it seems he's here too. Your smile grew wider, delighted to see the owl again.

"Well, hello sir, good evening," You hummed lowly, so as to not scare him. Though he seemed comfortable, blinking slowly at your words. "It's very nice to see you again."

He blinked once more before turning his head and grooming his ruffled feathers.

You nod and turn back to the letter in your hands, "I'll leave you to it."

An idea popped into your head and you flipped the note around. You've been a good deal around the isle and the hamlets aren't at all big. You're sure you'll be able to recognize the address and give it to the person missing their mail, you think as you skim through the green-inked delivery address. Wait… You pause, fumbling over a particular name.

It took a while for you to process, as you had to reread the recipient's name over and over again because written on the envelope was your name.

But it couldn’t possibly be… Your brows furrowed, a trickle of fear seeping into your chest and you quickly moved to open the letter.

No one should know you. At least no one alive should know you, much less your name. Your whole life you’ve been significantly distanced from human civilization, a vagabond. You were sure that you’d never caught the attention of someone or introduced yourself anytime recently. Unfortunately, the piece of paper proved your hermit-ing was not as good as you thought it was.

Unfolding the last section of the paper, you begin to read and with each word, realizations and discoveries were made. Once the last word had been read you let the letter slip from your fingers and flutter back to your lap. And there it was, the surprise in your hands apparently delivered by your friend up in the tree. What was even better was the pocket full of confusion that came with it.

You leaned your back against the tree and attempted to come to terms with the contents of the letter, fiddling with the rough bark of the roots and listening to the tittering of the owl above.

There was a school. A school of witchcraft and wizardry. It's called Hogwarts and you supposedly were enrolled to join. Now you're accepted and a man by the name of Eleazar Fig will be helping you "hone your spell-crafting". You winced at your summary, finding it a tad unbelievable. How… far fetched.

Though you shake your head, dismissing the school from your thoughts as best as you can and ignoring the bubbling curiosity that had begun to boil from within. You must stay focused on the more pressing matter of an institute knowing who you are. For your safety.

But, you confess, you've never been to a proper school, having only ever seen them from a distance, but you know your basics; reading, writing, and math. You think you're rather decent at it.

And it's a rather strange name, maybe the witchcraft and wizardry part is a metaphor.

A sudden crack echoing from the side had you whipping your head around and leaping up from your seat. You turn towards the direction, tense and ready to run if need be only to come face to face with an odd sight. There stood an old man dressed in odd blue robes lined with gold holding an unnaturally straight stick in one hand and a leather bag in the other.

You watched in fearful surprise as he stumbled a bit, barely catching his footing before straightening up. You squint. How strange, he seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere! You quickly scanned the forest wondering where on earth he came from, as the man dusted his sleeves off with a pleased hum.

Though his back was facing you, you could see his content turn to displeasure as he let out a groan, his shoulders dropping. Shaking his head he turned around only to pause when he saw the figure behind him.

Once he seemed to, unfortunately, recognize who you were, the man's face lit up with relief, "Ah! There you are. I was beginning to wonder if you existed at all! Though I suppose a Welsh meadow is not exactly specific, it's very lovely to finally meet you. I am Professor Eleazar Fig."

You merely stayed silent, perplexed by a sudden appearance and social interaction being thrown right at you, like a skipping stone to a fish. A moment of quiet passed but the man didn't seem too fazed as he began to talk again.

"And I presume you are our new student?" Professor Fig asked, holding out a hand, a pleasant smile dawning on his face.

You tensed and eyed the man’s hand. With a hop of courage, you spoke, “Uh, no, sir…” You replied, darting your gaze to meet his, “Unfortunately I must inform you that there has been a mistake in your… system. I shouldn’t be going to your school or anyone’s school for that matter…”

That seemed to have baffled the man and Professor Fig let out a breathless laugh, “A mistake? I can assure you there have been no mistakes, as there can be no mistakes.” He then gestured to the letter, “May I?”

You nodded tersely and handed it over. He gently took it from your grasp and began to read while you took a step back farther from the stranger for a comforting distance.

“Ah see? No mistakes.” He smiled, finding what he needed from the paper, "Now, there are plenty of things to discuss and plenty of things to do." He adjusted his grip on the bag, "Is your guardian nearby?"

"But there must have been one, sir," You argue, ignoring the strange question. "A misspelling or- or the wrong address… "

"I can assure you, young one, that the quill makes no errors," The man said kindly, a gentle look on his face, "And if so the book will not allow one to pass on to a letter."

Despite the calming voice of the stranger, it only made you more confused and a tad bit miffed. It was like he was speaking in tongues! Never straightforward, are all humans like this?

With furrowed brows, you grumbled, "What does a book and quill have to do with errors? I'm saying whoever is in charge made a mailing mistake and the letter was placed in the wrong hands. My hands. Now it is in yours and can be delivered to the right person."

You repressed the urge to roll your eyes, settling for flexing your hand. How irritating it was to have to spell it out.

"So, you are indeed not Miss (Y/n) (L/n), residing beside the castle ruins of Caldicot, Wales, beneath the great ash tree of 300 years pass?" The man inquired lightly, clasping his hands together in front of him.

You blinked, shifting your widened eyes to him. "Well, yes. That is me, but…"

He held up a hand and said, "I must apologize, I was under the impression you were aware of our world. Allow me to give a proper and appropriate introduction." Placing the bag down, he gave a crooked bow, "I am Eleazar Fig, a professor at Hogwarts, a school for wizardkind and magic alike and I have been tasked with mentoring you in preparation for your fifth year at Hogwarts."

"Wizardkind…?" You muttered, "You mean staffs and potions wizardkind?"

Professor Fig nodded with closed eyes, "Yes, though I must say the majority of us prefer the familiarity of the wand."

Ah, so it wasn't a metaphor.

He opened his eyes and soon after an earnest look replaced his calm, "And you, my child, are a witch."

You couldn't help the laugh of disbelief that burst from your lips, "Ha! No- no, I am no witch, but it certainly does give clarity to some mysteries I've seen flying about." You eyed the owl, who seemed to be closer than before.

"Well of course you are a witch. You see them don't you?" Professor Fig gestured to the ancient tree behind you.

Them? You narrowed your eyes at the man and turned around to face it, noting some strange little bugs that scampered about along the branches. Taking a closer look you see that they weren't bugs at all, but rather the sentient green sticks with a leaf or two upon their bodies that you've seen before in another tree. Luckily, these seemed much more friendly than previous encounters were with the few who noticed you, curiously watching from afar.

"Strange little things aren't they? And quite cute," You hummed, turning back to Fig, "but I'm not sure what looking at them has to do with being a witch."

One particular creature dared to get closer, inching its way over to you with a tilted head. You copied the little leaf, tilting your head as it crept closer down the branch’s tip and up to your face.

From behind you, you hear Professor Fig speak up, "It has to do with everything, for muggles– non-magics– are unable to see magical beasts such as the bowtruckle, the creatures inhabiting that tree."

"Oh…" You mumbled, the bowtruckle reaching up a little twiggy arm and patting your cheek.

Satisfied with the encounter, it turned back around and climbed back up to its friends sitting higher up in the tree. In turn, you looked back towards Professor Fig who now held the bag once more.

“So, I am a witch… and you are here to tutor me.” You say, sceptically, “But why was I admitted so late as you and the letter have told quite fervently?”

Taking a deep breath, Professor Fig replied, “That, my dear, is a mystery of ours. Unfortunately, I have not been informed much, merely that I have been requested to help you assimilate and even then, information on yourself was scarce.” He seemed hesitant to continue, but nevertheless asked, “… And I can assume it is just you?”

You nod, your heart thumped harshly. You hoped he wouldn’t ask any more questions. You didn’t have it in you to explain things to a stranger.

But he just sighs and offers you a smile, “Come, there is much to teach and a whole new world of possibilities for you.”

Professor Fig offered out a hand for you to take and just as before you eye it with distrust, but a part of you, that little voice of hope, was just enough for you to take it. With a warm hold, you walk together for a moment, just a little farther from the great ash tree as he takes out his wand and with one swish, the two of you disappear from the ruins. Nothing but a whisper left.

The owl cocks his head, before spreading his grand wings, and with one giant beat, he lifts off. Gliding over the forest and into the night sky, he heads home, hoping to see the new student soon.

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The summer had passed in what felt like moments and yet in forever. It was an extreme transition for you from wandering lonely, away from people to now temporarily living at Rotherly’s Hotel in London, a hotel for wizards and witches alike away from Muggles.

It was an amazing place and the rooms were grand filled with enchanted items, sweeping, washing, and folding themselves. But everything was grand to you as, apparently, this was common in the Wizarding world as Professor Fig had explained, amused.

Professor Fig was a great teacher, kind patient, and fun. He had no qualms about spending nearly most of the season explaining the workings of the Wizard world and how they lived. Some things sounded vaguely familiar to you, as you believe you might’ve seen a few examples from your travels. Unfortunately, your millions of questions left not much time for the actual schoolwork and you only have recently truly started to work with a wand.

Less than two months isn’t a lot of time to learn about a whole new magical world. But you did receive a second-hand wand at the beginning and it was quite a surprise when you felt it the moment you touched the handle. It was as if there was a presence within the wand, a being or something somewhat conscious. And, at best, it tolerated you.

Honestly, maybe that was the other reason why you were now starting wandwork. Even at the moment, as you pack your minimum items into a knapsack, you could feel the brown-wood wand wish ill on your person. To at least have you trip and hurt your leg. It was a very fussy piece of wood.

And of course, you haven’t told Professor Fig, who now knocked on the room’s sturdy door. You didn’t want to trouble him over a bad relationship. Setting in the last item of clothing, you swing on the sack that would very soon become your bookbag and open the door with a smile to see your mentor.

“Good evening, a leanbh, are you set to go?” He greeted with a nod.

“Yes, Professor.” You said, fidgeting with your coat sleeves.

“Good, good! And how are you feeling?” Professor Fig asked as you began to walk down the lamp-lit hall. You were careful not to step too loudly on the noisy floor despite the thin decorated carpets that lined your steps.

Tilting your head, you considered how you felt at the moment and decided, “Feeling alright and a little tired, sir.”

He chuckled, “It is quite late. The carriage is just in the back alley with all of your school materials. Down this way.”

You made it to the stairs of the building and stumbled your way down the flights of steep steps. You were relieved once you made it to the first floor, certain you were going to roll your ankle at least once. Rather than turn left towards the lobby, Professor Fig led you out the backway on the right. It was even darker than the hall but half as long and soon you made it out into the brisk London night.

And there it was, a carriage piled with precariously stacked luggage and a familiar owl preening its feathers. What truly caught your attention was the six dark, strange, bat-winged beasts that stood restlessly at the front of the carriage. They looked like skeletal equine, but their faces did not resemble those of a horse. Rather, it looked like a beaked reptilian adorned with two stubby horns. And they looked absolutely beautiful.

Professor Fig went to check on the luggage, greeting the coachman. And you, utterly enchanted, gently walked up to the beasts, keeping your posture low to not startle the gorgeous creatures, though they didn’t seem to mind your presence. A few turned their heads over to look at you, curious of the new person coming close and once they deemed you harmless, shook their heads, or stretched their wings.

“Amazing, innit?” A voice asked.

Startled out of your trance, you looked up towards the coachman who wore an odd pair of goggles and a grin.

“It’s a carriage pulled by nothing too most wizardkind. But I got these things to see what others can’t.” He seemed to gloat, gesturing to the goggles.

You furrowed your brows, confused as to what the man was talking about, and turned to face the creatures once more. Pulled by nothing? You couldn’t help but ask, “What do you mean?”

“Exactly!” And he burst into a fit of roaring laughter.

Even more confused and a tad bit worried for the man, you backed up from the driver’s seat and closer to Professor Fig, who came back from the luggage end with a smile.

“Ah! It appears we are almost ready to depart,” He informed you, walking over to where you were standing. “It’s a pity we didn’t have a bit more time to spend on spell-casting. I presume you’ve been practising the spells we worked on.”

Oh, yes, that. The reason for such annoyance. You only got to touch upon the most basic of basics and that was all that you could practice in the alleyways. You believe that’s the reason the wand was so mad today.

“I have, Professor.” You said and lifted the ever-so-angry stick.

“Well, I’m quite sure I’ve never seen anyone take so quickly to a second-hand wand,” Professor Fig remarked, looking quite proud, “You’ll be a force to be reckoned with when you get your own.”

What a compliment that was, having only been introduced to this world in less than two months and yet having such potential that a well-rounded educator comments on it.

Flattered, You beamed, “Thank you, Professor Fig. I… appreciate your working with me before the term begi-”

A familiar cracking pop rang out and a well-dressed man appeared, facing away from the two of you. With a quick turn, he found two pairs of eyes gazing at him, one with familiarity and the other in dulled confusion, and exclaimed, “Oh! Eleazar!”

“George!” Professor Fig happily greeted him before giving me a hushed introduction, “An old friend.” Turning back to the man in glasses, he continued, “Glad my rather cryptic description of our location did not thwart your finding us.”

“I’ve apparated to more vaguely defined destinations than this.” George chuckles as he walks closer, “Though, I confess I may have miscalculated slightly on my first try. Gaver quite the fright to some theatre-goers in the West End.” He gave a friendly wink to you and you smiled back awkwardly.

Professor Fig laughed along, “It’s been much too long. When I received your owl. I must say I-”

“Uh- Best not to speak here, Eleazar, hm?” George quickly interrupted his friend, an odd look darting across his face.

The air chilled and you and Fig shared a glance.

Clearing his throat, Professor Fig nodded, “Of course. Why don’t we speak en route to Hogwarts? We have a start-of-term feast and a Sorting Ceremony to get to.”

“Wonderful idea. As long as your young charge here doesn’t mind me tagging along.” George asked, his cheerful grin returning.

“Not at all, sir,” You quickly responded.

Professor Fig gleamed a smile at you as he opened the carriage door, stepping aside for you to crawl in, “After you.”

As you made your way into the carriage, George looked toward Professor Fig with a nostalgic glaze and a light chuckle.

“Ages since I’ve been to the castle. Would be good to see the old pile of rocks,” He mused, helping Professor Fig in with a hand.

Just as he makes his way in, he gives one last glance to the midnight London street with that odd look returning before hopping in and giving the signal to the driver, shutting the door.

The reins whip and the carriage takes off, and the shadowed figure watches it in the darkness before disappearing in a hazy twist.

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Notes- I refuse to believe the Wizarding World is this woke in 1892, they literally had blood supremacy in the 1990s

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sunnyrealist · 6 months

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Would Sebastian Sallow have any musical talent?

Music is definitely a big part of the wizarding world. In Hogwarts Legacy, there are musicians performing in many hamlets, a full music room in Hogwarts, classical music playing throughout the school, a musical puzzle in the Bell Tower for the MC to solve, and gramophones to interact with in shops, random rooms, etc.

Because Sebastian's parents were professors, this could have gone one of two ways. First, they may have been so studious and hyper-focused on their subjects that they had no time for music and thus passed that mindset on to Sebastian. Another thought is that, because they were academics, they wanted their twins to be well-rounded, which included learning about and playing music.

Sebastian himself is naturally curious, intelligent, and wants to learn more beyond the basic Hogwarts curriculum, so it also wouldn't surprise me if he tried out singing or an instrument on his own.

So, what do you think? Would he sing? What instrument would he play? For this poll, I'm just going with instruments one could play solo during this time period.

Share your thoughts in the comments!

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jeongyunhoed · 1 month

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As seen on my FF.net

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: Sorry in advance for any mischaracterization and other mistakes. Tag list is open if you would like to follow this story on here. Reblogs are much appreciated.

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Chapter 1

Norah Lee could get used to this.

She arrived at King's Cross station, pushing her trolley that had her trunk, the cage of her tawny owl Starlight, and her trusty nab-sack where she kept most of her magical belongings. It was an understatement to say that her start in Hogwarts, albeit late for a young witch, was full of ups and downs. Her extra-curricular activities were the talk of the school since then, and even leading up to their OWL exams.

The summer break was also just as eventful. Frequent meetings at Diagon Alley as well as Hogsmeade with her newfound group of friends: Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Amit Thakkar, Ominis Gaunt, and Sebastian Sallow. They each had their own group of friends, but they were hers, especially after what she went through with each of them the previous year. Fighting goblins with Natty and Amit, inferi with Ominis, poachers with Poppy, and all of the above with Sebastian. She always made it a point to remind each of them that she didn't do all of what she did on her own whenever they'd tease her.

Entering the magical barrier that led her to Platform 9 3/4, Norah saw crowds of parents saying goodbye to their children as they were to board the Hogwarts Express. She knew she could get used to this during the rest of her time at Hogwarts. Norah pushed her trolley to the side and got her things as she boarded the train, looking around for an empty compartment to sit in.

She was excited to return, to say the least. Norah wondered what else would be in store for her in the coming year. Norah knew that it was going to be NEWT exams this time, especially as she kept thinking about her OWL results. She was told she had the makings of an Auror, and by Professors Hecat and Sharp nonetheless. They cited her ability to tap into ancient magic as the primary reason.

Professor Sharp, as exasperated as he always seemed with regards to his students, even cited her fight against the goblin Ranrok as a big enough reason why she was fit to be an Auror. Norah wasn't sure. She didn't even know what she wanted to do after Hogwarts, but she appreciated how helpful all of them have been. Even if their exams were hard at times.

"There you are!" The compartment doors opened and in came the Hufflepuff herself, Poppy, followed by Natty and Amit. The three of them immediately settled inside, placing their trunks on their overhead compartments. "Ominis and Sebastian will be coming. We just saw them come in through the barriers. They'll know we're here."

Norah felt even more comforted by their presence. "Nice to see the three of you too," She chuckled.

"Your adventures are still the talk of the school. Even they're all looking at me like I'm so cool," Amit grinned. "I'm friends with the school heroine, after all. I heard you're even called Troll-Slayer in some hamlets."

"It was just one troll," Norah pointed out.

The three of them gave her a questioning look. Just then, Ominis and Sebastian had arrived. "It wasn't just one troll, Norah. No need to be so modest around us, you know," Sebastian teased as he sat down, the two of them having overheard the conversation. "There were those two trolls in Hogsmeade, and that one I heard while you were trying to put back the Marmaduke crest."

"And those other ones at the goblin camps and in the forbidden forest," Ominis grinned, joining in the teasing. "Norah, you may as well come out and say you fight trolls for fun."

"Well, I'd pick that over Imelda's broom trials any day. I don't know why she even tells me to try out for the Quidditch team," Norah said in defeat. She was fully aware she wasn't as fast as her even after those broom trials. She didn't mind it either. The rest of them laughed.

The train was on its way. Amit talked about the newest constellation he saw, which Natty would recall having seen it in her homeland. Natty got to visit her homeland for a short while with her mother, Divination Professor Onai during the summer. Ominis opted to stay at the Sallow household in Feldcroft during their break, out of not wanting to see his own family members for a change. While all of them were half and purebloods, Ominis knew that his family called them blood traitors.

Poppy spent her summer break sneaking off to visit the smidgets they rescued. They were since under the protection of the centaurs, who allowed her and Norah to visit whenever they could.

"Please tell me this year we can go off to find those other astronomy tables?" Amit looked at each of them, expression hopeful. "It'll be our adventure as a group. With the goblins and poachers hardly there anymore, we can make a trip of it."

"There's a slight problem. Prefects, the Head Boy and Head Girl, and Professor Black," Natty pointed out with a frown. "Not to mention the NEWTs we'll be taking up this year."

Norah nodded in agreement. "I don't think they'll let me off this time if I snuck around."

"Good thing we've all chosen the same timetable then," Poppy remembered as she peered through her schedule. "We'll all have time for that. But don't you think some of these tables are a bit far? Like really far?"

Amit shook his head. "Stars are hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from us. The distance between Hogwarts and those tables are only but a fraction of those," He said knowingly.

"And besides, if anything should happen, we'll be fine," Sebastian agreed. "It's not like we haven't been in danger before," He added with a wink in Norah's direction. She wrinkled her nose.

"We've become thrill-seekers ourselves because of Ms. Lee over here," Natty laughed.

Poppy suddenly sat up. "Thestrals!" She said. "We'll have even more of an adventure," She smiled. "I mean, it's quite sad that all of us could see thestrals, but we could travel to those tables with them. And Norah's got Highwing with her!"

It made Norah think of her vivariums. Deek the house-elf promised her before she set off for her summer break that he would groom all the beasts while she was away. He had even sent her letters telling her what's happened with all the beasts. The beachy vivarium saw an increase in unicorns and hippogriffs that Deek transferred some to the vivarium where the phoenix was housed. Deek had named the phoenix Ruby.

At one point, Deek told her that the Lord of the Shore was being especially playful with the thestrals and the kneazles. The graphorn had taken a liking to his fellow beasts that he allowed some of them to curl up against him when they slept. Norah remembered those updates fondly.

They soon took a moment to split up as they changed into their robes when the train was already approaching Hogwarts. The house-elves, including Deek appeared to transport all their belongings to their respective houses while they made their way to the Great Hall. The school's resident ghosts were floating in and out to greet them.

Norah made her way to the Slytherin table, after signaling to Poppy, Natty, and Amit that their little adventure to the astronomy tables was going to happen. "I heard we've got another party in the common room this year," Ominis muttered as they sat down, with Sebastian sitting next to her.

"A party in the common room?" Norah wondered.

They nodded. "Oh right, you haven't been to one," Sebastian chuckled. "Slytherin house prides itself for having the best parties. Unrivaled common room parties is what I like to say. Last year didn't have one since there's all that fuss over Ranrok, Rookwood, Harlow, and the Ashwinders."

Norah nodded. "Does someone or everyone get sloshed in those?" She asked with a chuckle.

The two males nodded. "Not everyone, but a few ones who sneak in a bottle of firewhisky every now and then. I'd be careful with the drinks. Someone might put in love potion in the pumpkin juice," Ominis muttered.

"The best part is that even the prefects from the other houses look forward to it. Impossible to get caught sneaking about unless you're up against Peeves," Sebastian added with a slight frown. "But that's what our invisibility potions are for, isn't it?"

"I like how you think," Norah looked impressed. It made her remember something. She glanced at Sebastian and Ominis. "You two have shown me the undercroft. Do you want to see something cool? I think now that everything's done and over with, I could possibly transform the place into our own little hideout."

"What are you talking about?" Sebastian raised a brow. "We've been to your room in the Room of Requirement."

Norah shook her head. She wondered if it was still there. She had a good feeling that it still was. It was impossible to make it disappear, and the portraits were now empty anyway. It was practically a chamber she had all to herself. "Tomorrow in between classes, I'll show the five of you."

When the sorting ceremony for the first years were done, Professor Weasley approached the pedestal. "To our first years, welcome to Hogwarts, and to everyone else, welcome back," She said with a smile on her face. "It's a special year for all of you. Not only is it a year where Professor Black, our headmaster, has reopened Quidditch season, it's also a year for the school's Yule Ball!"

Everyone started whispering and murmuring amongst themselves. Norah suddenly heard some of her fellow Slytherins ask each other who they plan on going with to the ball. Even that was something people seemed to leave out when she entered Hogwarts the previous year. The thought suddenly made her anxious as Professor Black had announced that dinner was served, the plates of food suddenly appearing before them.

"You alright?" Sebastian nudged her as they tucked into their food.

Norah nodded. "I'm fine," She said.

"You're suddenly so quiet," Sebastian hummed, yet she knew there was some concern in the way he said it. Norah gave him an assuring pat on the arm, almost taken by surprise when she felt the muscle through the fabric for a second. It had only occurred to her how both Ominis and Sebastian shot up and filled out. Even she could admit they had both become attractive that she was sure many girls were already giggling and fawning over them amongst the gaggle of other boys who had gone through a similar transformation.

She could say the same for Amit and even for Gareth Weasley and Leander Prewett. The thought of actually seeing them in that way made her cheeks heat up. Norah brushed off the thoughts as she ate. It was probably her not knowing what else to do or think now that what happened last year was over.

Norah felt the welcoming pat of the school's caretaker Gladwin Moon, who entered the Great Hall to join in the festivities for a moment. "Don't go looking for trouble now, hmm? We wouldn't want you coming back in hardly one piece, Troll-Slayer," He teased.

If only she could say she wasn't. Trouble, as she learned, always seemed to find her, if last year was any indication.

Norah cleared her throat and took a long drink of her pumpkin juice. She needed to shake this off again. She wasn't used to this, to thinking like this. Now that the worst was seemingly all over, what was next?

As if like clockwork, Norah followed everyone back to their common rooms only to be signaled to speak with Professor Weasley, the Transfiguration professor and the deputy headmistress. Assuring Sebastian and Ominis that she'll catch up, she approached the teacher.

"Professor? You wanted to speak with me?" She asked.

"I did. I wasn't able to have a word with you before you went off on your summer holiday," She replied. "So, now that the previous year's challenges are now cleared for you, I was wondering what would be next?"

Norah tilted her head in confusion. "I don't know, Professor. It does sound like we're in peaceful times again," She said.

"I should hope so. But just because you defeated Ranrok doesn't mean everyone, whether witch, wizard, or goblin, that supported him is now dead," The professor shrugged. "I won't press on that again, but, you did manage to achieve high OWLs even with all of those taking place."

"Professors Hecat and Sharp told me I could try becoming an Auror," Norah replied.

"I don't doubt that one bit, if your field guide is any indication," Professor Weasley chuckled. "All in all, I'd advise you to be careful, and don't go looking for trouble. It shouldn't be too difficult to stay in now, with your NEWTs coming up and all. You'll need all the time to focus on doing well."

Norah excused herself to leave, rushing down the path to the Slytherin dungeons. As she had guessed, Sebastian and Ominis were already waiting for her in the hall near the entrance to the scriptorium they discovered last year. "What did Professor Weasley want to see you about?" Sebastian pressed when she caught up with them, the three of them walking into the common rooms.

She shrugged as they climbed down the staircase to make themselves comfortable in the plush green chairs near the fireplace. "Nothing much, just that I shouldn't go looking for trouble," Norah chuckled, sitting back with a contented sigh. Sebastian suddenly shifted to rest his head on her lap. "But she also said it wouldn't be hard for me to stay indoors, with our NEWT subjects and all."

Ominis scoffed, while Sebastian and Norah sighed. "Well, I hope what you'll show us tomorrow's worth it," the young Gaunt pointed out.

Norah grinned. "It will be. It's no Room of Requirement, but we can always treat it as a place where we can practice spells and all."

"So a room that doesn't change to whatever we want?" Ominis grinned.

"Yes, a non-room of requirement. A chamber, to be exact," Norah laughed.

The blonde then stood up, wanting to get ready for bed, leaving Norah and Sebastian in the common room. Norah looked down at the brown-haired boy who was resting his head on her lap. She looked down, her eyes suddenly meeting his, making her look up almost right away, cheeks slightly pink. "He tells us he wants to go to bed already, but you and I both know he's just going to write a letter to Anne," Sebastian muttered with a chuckle.

Norah smiled at the thought. "That's great. I love that for him. Maybe he'll take her to the Yule ball," She mused. "I'm sure Anne would love to come back and see what the school's become, with Ominis that is."

Sebastian wrinkled his nose. He suddenly looked up at her. "I'm sure she would. She misses Hogwarts. If Ominis is taking her, then I'm going to feel like the third wheel."

She laughed. "I'm not so sure. You said it yourself, you're one of the most handsome in this school. I'm sure you'll have girls flocking over to you in the hopes of you asking them to the ball."

There was a lingering thought in her mind when she said it, something she dared not deal with and planned to keep it that way for some time. If only she had gone to Hogwarts much earlier, if only she discovered that she was a witch much earlier. Norah had those regrets lingering in her mind the more she spent time studying how to be a good witch in the school the previous year. The wizarding world was a far cry from the world she knew, and while her first year as a full-fledged witch very nearly killed her, it was one of the best years in her life.

The two of them eventually parted ways to enter their respective dormitories. Norah wasn't too amused by the fact that she shared the same dormitory as Imelda. Imelda Reyes, the captain of the house quidditch team, who put her through grueling time trials with every upgrade she got with her broom. Norah knew that Imelda wasn't too upset that she beat her times even if it was just by a mere second. It gave her the impression that it was her way of making friends.

"Ah! Norah Lee, the Hogwarts heroine," Imelda grinned when she entered the room in her pajamas.

Norah sighed. "Hello, Imelda. Nice to see you again," She said.

"I hope you're considering trying out for the team. Since Professor Black's reopened the sport, we're holding tryouts for a new chaser, a beater, and a seeker."

"I honestly wasn't thinking of it," Norah admitted, still sounding as exasperated at the thought. "We've got our NEWTs, Imelda, I'm not sure I can keep up with that and all the coursework I'm being signed up for."

The girl looked at her incredulously. It wasn't in her nature to beg. "Everyone in school knows you beat my times, you have to try out."

"I can't be the only one who can beat your times. I'm sure one of the first years will be just as fast as I am and you are," Norah pointed out.

"I hear Ravenclaw's got a strong lineup this year too," Nerida Roberts chimed in when she stepped inside the room, making a beeline for her bed. "Everett Clopton's now got himself a broom, the fastest yet, and he's trying out for their team as a chaser."

Norah smiled to herself, remembering how he took her on a tour of Hogwarts while flying. "Good for him, good for them, then."

Imelda turned to the raven-haired girl as-a-matter-of-factly. "If you're on the team, Slytherin will practically be the Quidditch cup champions."

"That's a bold claim to make, Imelda," Norah stared at her.

Imelda had given up for the night, and the three girls went to sleep. Little did they know, Theophilus Harlow had broken out of Azkaban.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy angst #hogwarts legacy fluff #i'm in the process of cross-posting the first seven chapters #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #natsai onai #poppy sweeting #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #leander prewett #imelda reyes

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