Aftermath | Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 19

"Have your wand at the ready." He says. I draw my wand. "Let me hear a little more about the nature of your magic. What are you thinking, feeling, when it escapes you?"

I shift from one foot to the other. "Well, most of the time I'm angry. But just the other day it appeared when I was feeling joy as well. It seems to have a response to my heightened emotions." I reply. Knowing just what kind of joy I was feeling with Sebastian when it happened.

"Right, right." He says with a contemplative look. "And tell me, y/n, what is it that angers you so much?" He catches me off guard.

"Well, there's Ranrok.." The magic tugs at me.

"Go on." He nods at me.

"His army of goblins. Victor Rookwood." I practically spit out his name. My magic starting to vibrate in my body.

"And what else?" Sharp says, noticing my tension and drawing his wand to his side.

My eyes dart back and forth at the ground below me as I can feel it building up. "The torture he put so many innocent people through. The lives he took. He hurt them, with Ranrok. He hurt my friends.. he cursed Anne Sallow. Who now lives her life in pain and agony every single day. Driving my best friend mad trying to save her." This pulls on my heart thinking of Sebastian and what he suffered through. The pain he still must feel for it all.

My breathing quickens. The magic is starting to slowly zap along my fingers to the tip of my wand. Sharp responds, "I don't think that's all that's haunting you. Why don't you tell me what upsets you the most?"

Oh no. "Please don't make me say it out loud."

"Is it not the death of your most beloved mentor?" He asks, raising his eyebrow.

"Don't." I ask closing my eyes. But I can feel the magic clawing at me from the inside out.

"Say his name, y/n." I refuse to respond. "Say it! Eleazar Fig. Who lost his life fighting along with you, did he not?" I begin shaking my head, tears start falling down my face.

"He died at your hands." He raises his voice.

That triggers me. My left hand is covered in blue sparks. As well as my right hand, which I'm using to hold my wand with a death grip- pointing it directly at him. "Shut up!" I yell at him.

"Let it out!" he yells in return.

"I don't want to hurt you." I close my eyes.

"I want to hear it. Tell me how Fig died." My eyes shoot open and I hurl my magic towards him. He casts Protego without saying a word, blocking my magic from hitting him. He throws a cast back at me, knocking me back a foot.

"Tell me how you let him die!" He shouts at me again.

The magic is ripping through my skin. I use it to lift a nearby boulder and throw it directly at him. He counters with Bombarda Maxima.

"You opened the Repository, didn't you? You took it all for yourself. And Fig suffered the consequences of your actions." That's it. I discard my wand entirely and let both of my hands fill with magic.

I throw one furl with my right hand, left hand, then swiftly turn around hurling another with my right hand again. He blocks each attack perfectly, his years of being an auror leaving him highly skilled in defense spells.

"You killed him!" He yells at me.

A deep part of me knows he's doing this to push me on purpose. But at this moment, I lose it. I drop to my knees, holding my head as I can feel my eyes filling and burning with magic. Oh no, not again.

I let out a scream. I can feel the magic blast out around me. I fall to my side, as I see a counter magic engulf mine- dissipating it.

I'm laying there for what feels like forever, ears ringing. I see Sharp rush to my side, he slowly lifts me up to a sitting upright position. He pulls out a potion vial from his pocket and puts it to my lips. Dark green, I know that one. I drink as fast as my body allows me. And I instantly find my strength again.

"You're a bastard!" I spit out, wiping the potion from my mouth.

"Ah, I've been called worse. I shouldn't have to tell you I don't really mean those things for you to know that. You're a bright girl." Some apology. He's scanning the area, and I follow his gaze realizing everything around us is still in tact.

"How did you..?" I start to ask. He stands up.

"Protego Horribilis. I began casting it as you were about to implode and blast everything around us. It engulfed your magic. I can't say it'll work every time, but it did this time." He looks back down at me. "We know what drives the power out of you. Now, we'll work on controlling it. After that we'll train it for protection and combat." I drop my head between my knees. "Don't pout, child. It will take time. You're in no shape to keep going now."

I lift my head and gaze towards him, thankful. He reaches out his arm and I look at it hesitating. Then I grab it. Sharp's methods might be absolutely mad, and painful. But it doesn't feel all too bad to get it out. As mad as I am for his method of drawing the magic out of me, I feel like I can trust him to help me.

One thing I know for sure, is that I'm sure as hell glad Sebastian wasn't here for it.