« A 6th Year Hogwarts Legacy Fanfic»
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Valeria Lowell embarks on what she hopes would be a peaceful 6th year at Hogwarts.
A year of recovery and healing. Es...
It's a strange feeling to go from feeling perfectly fine to not fine at all.
It's almost as if my trials my first year at Hogwarts kept my brain occupied from the reality I faced.
What's even stranger is how it didn't even feel like anything serious triggered me.
Until my first panic attack while shopping in London. Some construction workers dropped a loud metal pipe. When it hit the floor I jumped.
My friend asked if I was okay and I moved on like nothing.
Then that night it was all I could hear. Only I wasn't thinking of the metal pipe. I could only hear the roars of Ranrok's dragon form. Absorbing the dark magic.
I woke up shaking, sweating, as if I'd just faced him moments ago.
And it just never stopped.
I anxiously awaited the train to Hogwarts. Summer was torture. I looked forward to the time to relax. Now I wanted to do anything but relax and be alone with my thoughts. I craved adventure again. Maybe for the wrong reasons.
Before I boarded the train a familiar owl swooped near me dropping a letter.
I recognized the seal immediately and smiled sadly.
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I wrote to Sebastian maybe only 3 times over summer.
Once to let him know I was alive. He wanted immediate word even after what happened with his uncle. But I told him I didn't expect to hear back. I know he needed time to himself. But I was there. I wouldn't turn him away if he needed anything.
I wrote again asking if he was feeling how I felt.
Then again saying Omnis was wondering if I'd heard anything. I told him not to write. But to have his owl send something like a button or even a blank parchment, anything minuscule would work as proof of life.
His owl returned with a wrapped piece of candy the next day.
I've yet to even eaten it. I just keep it in my pocket. It feels special for some reason. I told Ominis he was okay and that I got a signal he was alive. But just, reeling.