Love Amidst Magic (Y/N x Sebastian Sallow)

Chapter One

Y/N's Perspective

I stared at the cold brick ceiling of my own personal hell. As I lay down on the freezing floor, all I can think about is how I ended up here. I never meant to end up here. I never meant to feel this way.

I did not recognize myself at this point, and I have not for a long time. I reminisce on the first day at Hogwarts. Professor Fig and I showing up late to the sorting ceremony, seeing many new faces, the silence in my own head as I walked through many students who have been here for years. All of it floods back to me every night while I lay here.

A little over a year ago, I was a fifth year student at Hogwarts. I am now a prisoner of Azkaban.

All that defines me now is my number. Following two symbols, is the number 147. It's hard to think about having my own number. I hate everything it stands for. I hate that I took the fall. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. Now all that is left is to stare at the cold brick ceiling and rot away.

My ancient magic used to mean something. It stood for the good in my friends and fellow students at Hogwarts. After defeating Ranrok, my life has gone downhill. As counterintuitive as it seems, destroying that evil goblin was the only thing I lived for. That was, until I ended up locked away.

My clothes are completely torn and basically useless. The number that defines me lays across my torso. My wand was snapped in half in front of me before I was shoved in a cell.

I sit up, disrupted by the sounds of other prisoners who do not seem as psychotic as they did on my first day here. I adjust myself to sit in the moonlight coming through the tiny window blocked by metal bars. I comb through my nearly matted hair with my fingers, trying to maintain a level of hygiene.

I feel the screams of the others nearby in my soul. Merlin, how I wish I had enough energy to scream for hours. Their screams are muffled, but they are there. The ringing in my ears deafens them. I am reminded of the final cast I directed at Ranrok. That same muffling noise is a constant reminder of Eleazar Fig. How my eyes were blurry and my ears rang as I watched him in his last moments.

I am again disrupted by a few dementors right outside of my cell. My neighbor in the cell over continues to grab their attention. If not for this, I would be sound asleep, dreaming of a time where I was free and happy. Most of all, happy. I cannot remember what it feels like.

At some point in the night, or day, as I can no longer tell which is which, I fell asleep. The constant gloomy and dark weather surrounding the prison makes it impossible. Sleeping takes effort while being locked up, as my brain is constantly in fight mode. I wish it would turn off. I wish it would let me breathe.

My brain may have slowed down for the better part of a few hours, but my dreams kept my brain awake.

Running around Hogwarts. Going to Hogsmeade on the weekends with friends. Laughing and innocent gossiping over butterbeer. Sneaking back into the common rooms late at night after one of Garreth's parties. As much as I hated waking up and going to Charms class early in the morning, I would do anything for it now.

Before my eyes open, I see a face I can barely remember at this point. I know those honey-like eyes. What I would do for those eyes. What I did do for those honey-like eyes.

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Hey guys, this is my first time writing in a very long time! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Will be working on more as soon as possible. Also to clarify, all characters in this fanfic are aged up 18+. It is important that you recognize this is going to be a mature story, and should be treated as such! Thank you ❤️