It was a New Year but it wasn't as joyful as the others. I faced war and witnessed death more times than I could count--one of them being Professor Fig's, I lost Sebastian fucking Sallow. No one knew where he was or where he went. No one even knew what happened that terrible night in the catacombs other than Ominis, Anne, and myself. He was a boy losing himself in the idea of curing a curse that nobody was sure was real but him. I believed him, stepping in line beside him whenever he needed it. Perhaps it was silly of me. But I believed in him as did Ominis.
With a sharp exhale, I sat up and kicked the pine-green covers off of me. My body temperature rose and I was starting to sweat. Slowly, I glided my trembling hands down my face. I absorbed the magic that night. Not only because I wanted to learn how to wield it but because the idea of having it below Hogwarts was risky business.
Anyone could and would do anything to retrieve such magic just like Ranrok tried. But since then, awful things occurred. Nightmares visited me every night, I broke out in cold sweats and if one night was worse than the others, I ended up in the corner of my room suffering from a mind-boggling panic attack. Sometimes, I even hallucinated. Was this all part of the Magic? I often wondered if Ranrok experienced the same thing and it led to his growing madness and hunger for power. But there was no telling.
Regardless, what I went through was and still is life-altering.
And I had nobody to help me.
No one knew what I did.
Except for Professor Fig.
He died with my secret and I couldn't help but think I was at fault. I made my way out of the Slytherin Dormitory, tying my robe loosely around my waist. When I waltzed into the Common Room, I froze. I wasn't the only one awake. A figure consumed by the darkness was sitting on the couch, slouched forward. I didn't dare move a muscle, holding my breath. They didn't know I was there, standing a few metres behind them.
Finally, I moved, outstretching my hand and flicking on the closest lamp. When the light flashed on, he leapt off of the couch in surprise, whirling around to face me. My eyes widened and my knees nearly buckled at the sight.
"Sebastian?" My voice was taut.
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Dangerous Endeavours
FanfictionIt has been a year since the defeat of Ranrok and the loss of Professor Fig. A year since you inhaled the Ancient Magic you once saw. You're haunted by the trauma of that night and the magic waking up in your soul doesn't make it easier. Neither doe...
