Hogwarts Legacy Fanfictions

After Hogwarts (Sebastian x Reader)

It was your seventh year at Hogwarts, and in about two months you and your classmates would be taking your N.E.W.T.s. The classes and your self-study sessions have never been so stressful. The teachers were constantly reminding you that these exams would decide your future. A future in which you would grow into even more outstanding witches and wizards than you already were. Honestly, the teachers were very encouraging, and aside from the headmaster, Professor Black, who looked at all of you like you were Troll Bogeys, the other Professors were sad that the graduation of your year was right around the corner. Although the Professors had to say goodbye to seven-year students every school term, the departure of you and your friends seemed to pain them especially. That was no wonder, considering that you and your classmates had been involved in a series of dangerous events that led to the demise of well-known dark wizards and finally to the Battle of Hogwarts.

However, you, as students, were so caught up in your studies and the stress resulting from these that you barely had the time to lament your Hogwarts experience. And none of you really wanted to. Thinking about it felt like multiple stabs to the ribs – and you as the Hero of Hogwarts knew what you were talking about. Defeating poachers, dark wizards, Ashwinders, Trolls, goblins, and the menaces Ranrok, Rockwood, and Harlow personally, you knew what pain felt like and saw absolutely no glory in being a hero. Nonetheless, you loved the thrill of fighting and adventure.  

This was why you found yourself in a secluded section of the library on the second floor, thinking about your life after Hogwarts and being torn between two job options. Naturally, before the N.E.W.T.s, all students had to organize and apply for apprenticeships and jobs, because Hogwarts made sure that there was no graduation without a clear future perspective. The school helped the students with finding an occupation in the labor market by offering job orientation programs. And when you attended one of these programs in your sixth year, you decided to become an Auror.  It was not far-fetched, and honestly, everyone had expected it. At the beginning of your seventh year, you applied for Auror training, and obviously, you were accepted. It didn't even need Officer Singer to vouch personally for you, something she had been doing repeatedly after you defeated Cassandra Mason, who sold her shop in Hogsmeade repeatedly and drove the new owners insane. No, everyone had heard about your great deeds.

But you couldn't help but wonder whether you really wanted to be an Auror. Of course, the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins during a precarious battle was beyond this world, but Aurors were known for dying young. For the first time, you felt like you wanted to lead a secure, stable life that was defined by regularities and routines. That was why you were staring so intently at the piece of parchment lying in front of you on the table. Last night, right before going to bed, an owl from Professor Hecat was delivered to your dorm room, presenting another job offer. Curiously, you had read it:

I am writing this letter late at night and do not have time for formalities. I would like to come straight to the point. I have a job offer for you as a teacher for Defense against the Dark Arts. If you take the job, you would start work next school year. It seems that I must retire early, earlier than I would like to. Which makes it important for me to find an honorable and responsible successor. I have already talked with the faculty about this job offer, and they all agreed unanimously that you fit the job description for a Hogwarts professor impeccably well. Even Professore Black acceded. You have not only experienced the perils of the Dark Arts and fought them, but you also have incredible social skills. It would be a shame if you didn't teach students and accompany them on their journey to greatness. You would make a splendid teacher. Now, if you are interested, come and see me today or tomorrow. But if I don't hear from you by then, the headmaster will have to start searching for my successor officially.