Snakes bite

what's happening to me.

‼️TW: mental health,trauma...

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Sebastian POV

Many days have passed since we stumble upon the Damien secret encounter. Putting us back to where everything began. Back to where our nightmares began. The last few weeks were hard on Y/n.

I thought I did my best to comfort her the night everything went down but the darkness consumed her. Her usually vibrant and cheerful demeanour had been replaced by a veil of sadness and anxiety.

Ever since the masked men's arrival and the looming threat he posed to the people she cared for; Y/n had fallen into a deep depression. It pained me to see her suffer, to witness the light in her eyes dimming with each passing day. I knew I had to do something, but I felt helpless in the face of her overwhelming fears.

Y/n's sadness cast a heavy shadow over our relationship. She distanced herself from me, as if afraid that her presence alone would somehow put me in danger. We used to spend countless hours together, laughing and sharing our dreams. Now, it seemed like she couldn't even bear to be in the same room as me.

I tried my best to support her, to be there for her in any way I could. I would listen to her fears, holding her hand and reassuring her that we would find a way to protect our loved ones. But it was as if my words couldn't penetrate the darkness that had consumed her heart.

Y/n's sadness took a toll on me as well. I found myself unable to enjoy the things we used to love doing together. Practicing for my Quidditch matches, exploring the magical world, even simple moments of laughter became rare occurrences. My heart ached as I watched her withdraw from her friends, the people who cared about her deeply.

Every day, I would watch her from a distance, yearning for the girl I fell in love with to return. I saw her struggle with even the simplest tasks, barely eating or socializing. It was evident that her grief had taken hold of her completely, leaving her feeling isolated and alone.

With a heavy heart and a mind filled with uncertainty, I decided it was time to seek guidance from someone I trusted. Professor Weasley, a wise and compassionate figure at Hogwarts, seemed like the perfect person to turn to for advice on how to handle Y/n's situation and help bring happiness back into her life.

As I stood outside the office, I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before knocking on the door. "Come in," came Professor Weasley's warm voice from within. I entered, finding her sitting behind a cluttered desk, a comforting smile on her face.

"Sebastian, what brings you here today?" she asked kindly, motioning for me to take a seat. I took a moment to collect my thoughts before speaking.

"I... I need your advice, Professor," I began, my voice tinged with hesitation. "I'm deeply concerned about Y/n. She's been struggling, and I don't know how to help her. It's as if she's slowly slipping away, distancing herself from me and our friends. I want to bring back the happiness she once had, but I don't know where to start."

Professor Weasley listened attentively; her eyes filled with empathy. I could tell that she genuinely cared about her students and their well-being. She nodded, encouraging me to continue.

"I want to make her happy again, to see her smile and laugh like she used to," I continued, my voice filled with determination. "I thought maybe you could offer some guidance or even suggest ways I can support her through this."

Professor Weasley's eyes softened, and she leaned forward in her chair. "Sebastian, it's wonderful that you care so deeply for Y/n and want to help her. It can be a difficult journey, and sometimes, professional guidance is necessary. I believe I can be of assistance in this situation."There was a long pause as she tried to find a solution to my situation. "I propose something: I will reach out to Y/n and offer to have weekly conversations with her, a safe space where she can express her thoughts and feelings without judgment. Sometimes, having a neutral person to confide in can make a world of difference."