Whispers of my heart - Sebastian Sallow x OC

The Killing Curse

As Sebastian strolled through the echoing corridors of Hogwarts, his mind involuntarily rewound to a tumultuous chapter in the past – a chapter etched in the complexities of family, betrayal, and sacrifice.

Sebastian recounted the events in a vivid description:

The memory haunted him like a relentless ghost. After the final confrontation with Ranrok, the leader of the goblin rebellion, had reached its crescendo. Solomon, his own uncle, had betrayed them, driven by distrust and paranoia.

The vivid recollection unfolded:

Solomon, had turned against them, attempting to halt Ophelia's efforts to cure Anne. The air crackled with tension as Solomon unleashed spells with malevolent intent, after Anne begged him to stop and let Ophelia do her curing.

Sebastian's internal dialogue echoed the past:

He saw Ophelia, focused and determined, working her magic on Anne. Anne, weakened and desperate for a cure, stood as a testament to their shared struggles. Solomon, on the other hand, was consumed by fear and paranoia.

"Don't trust her, Sebastian! She's meddling with forces she doesn't understand," Solomon's voice echoed in his memory.

Sebastian had cast Protego to shield Ophelia from Solomon's curses, a protective barrier against the betrayal that unfolded. But Solomon, blinded by his own demons, persisted. He started the incantation for the killing curse, a choice that would irreversibly alter their fate.

"Avada Kedavra," the words hung in the air, waiting to be spoken. A life-altering choice confronted Sebastian – protect Ophelia or stand by as Solomon unleashed the killing curse.

The moment of truth arrived, a gut-wrenching decision in the heart of chaos. In an act of defiance, Sebastian chanted the killing curse before Solomon could complete his own. The green light of the curse enveloped Solomon, ending his treacherous journey.

The consequences were immediate and profound. Anne, initially shocked and conflicted, came to understand the gravity of Sebastian's choice, after a few days of contemplating and a long talk with her brother. The sacrifice of Solomon, a man they once trusted, forged an unspoken bond between Sebastian, Ophelia, and Anne.

The corridor's echoes resonated with the echoes of that intense battle – a battle not just against a dark wizard, but against the complexities of familial ties, trust, and the irrevocable choices that defined their intertwined destinies.

As Sebastian walked through the dimly lit corridor, the shadows seemed to dance with the echoes of that fateful night. He couldn't escape the haunting memories, each step echoing the clash of spells, the cries of defiance, and the final hushed silence.

Ophelia, catching up to him, sensed the weight on his shoulders. "Sebastian, are you okay?" she asked, her eyes reflecting concern.

He took a deep breath, attempting to anchor himself in the present. "Just revisiting some old ghosts," he replied, offering her a faint smile.

They continued down the corridor, Sebastian's mind still lingering in the past.

"You saved me that night," Ophelia whispered, her fingers gently intertwining with his.

Sebastian nodded, his gaze distant. "I had to make a choice, and I'd make it again."

The dim light seemed to soften around them as they walked, the memories blending with the present. Ophelia squeezed his hand, understanding the complex emotions that resurfaced.

The corridor widened, opening into the moonlit viaduct courtyard. Sebastian led Ophelia to a stone bench, the cool night air providing a stark contrast to the warmth of their intertwined fingers.

"Sometimes, I wonder if the ghosts of our past define us," Sebastian mused, his eyes fixed on the moonlit sky.

Ophelia leaned against him, sharing the quiet contemplation. "We shape our own destinies, Sebastian. The choices we make, the sacrifices – they become a part of who we are."

Sebastian turned to her, gratitude and love in his eyes. "And who are we, Ophelia?"

"We are survivors, we are fighters, and most importantly, we are together, you dont have to go through this alone." she replied, her words carrying a comforting assurance.

As they sat in the viaduct courtyard, their intertwined destinies seemed to embrace the present. The echoes of the past faded into the background, leaving room for the quiet moments that defined their shared journey.

Sebastian's lips curved into a genuine smile, the weight on his shoulders lifting. "Thank you for being my light in the darkness."

Ophelia rested her head on his shoulder, a silent acknowledgment of their enduring bond. The courtyard, once witness to their trials, now became a sanctuary for the love that had blossomed amidst the echoes of their shared past.