🥀 Roses and Novels | Hogwarts Legacy Fanfic | Sebastian, Ominis and Evander

🥀 - Prologue -🌹

(Helena's Perspective)

Over the years, Eleazar Fig had become more than just a mentor—he had taken the place of the father I lost. He found me when I was only ten, alone in the village of Aranshire. That was the place my real father left me, frightened by the ancient magic I had begun to wield. Afraid of what my power might mean for him, he erased my memories and left only a note tucked in my bag.

The Letter:

Dear Helena,
You've just turned ten—ten years we cherished raising you, your mother and I. But your magic has grown beyond what we can understand or control. We aren't magical ourselves, and we can't help you. Your gift comes from your grandmother's side, but we don't know where they are or how to find them. I fear for our safety, and yours. You need a family who understands your powers—who can help you.
We love you.
Love, Mom and Dad.

When Professor Fig discovered me in a hamlet at the heart of the village, he knew instantly that I was different—especially after he saw my stuffed toy floating in midair. He offered to take me along on his travels, and I stayed with him until I was old enough. After the loss of his wife, Miriam, he had been alone, and perhaps he needed someone just as much as I did.

The day he brought me to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry marked the beginning of a life I never expected. I entered as a fifth-year student, joining classes and learning magic formally for the first time—spells, potions, herbology, flying, magical creatures, and even ancient magic.

But I wasn't like the other students. The gift I carried set me apart. While I attended classes as expected, I spent most of my free time exploring Hogwarts and its surroundings—gathering letters, clothing, wand handles, and any scrap of information I could find. I was driven by a need to understand both the magical world and my place within it.

Together with Professor Fig, I embarked on dangerous quests to uncover the truth about my past and why dark wizards were after me. I fought trolls, poachers, cursed wizards, goblins, dragons, spiders, and countless other threats. Every challenge made me stronger, and I traveled to ancient places to deepen and refine my powers.

Eventually, I was strong enough to face Ranrok, the dark goblin threatening the wizarding world. With the help of my friends, my teachers, and the knowledge I'd gathered, I defeated him and ended his reign of terror.

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It was the year 1890. Only ten hours had passed since Professor Fig's death in the repository. I was 17 years old, still wearing the armor I had fought in, still reeling from the loss.

I walked through the great staircase, past the map chambers, and into the castle. The bell in the main hall echoed through the corridors—it was time.

The Great Hall was filled with students and teachers, all gathered for Professor Fig's memorial. I didn't know what to feel—grief? Anger? Numbness? Since the moment he passed, I hadn't cried once.

I sat down at the Slytherin table beside Ominis, Sebastian, and Imelda—my closest friends who had stood by me throughout my journey.

"This is for you, Helena," one of them said.

"To Eleazar," I replied, raising my drink and taking a deep sip.

After the memorial, I left the table abruptly and ran from the hall, down the stone staircases, and into the Slytherin dungeons. I was desperate for a hot shower, needing to wash away the grime and blood from the battle.

I stumbled into the bathroom, stripping off my filthy clothes and tossing them into the hamper. I stepped into the shower and let the water pour over me, but the memories of the day crashed over me even harder. I clutched my head and screamed.

"Go away. Go away. Go away. GO AWAY!"

That's when I saw them—injuries all over my arms and legs. It was the first time I felt the pain. I must have been in shock. I touched a wound on my arm and winced.

"Ow..."

The sting was sharp, and for the first time since the battle, I cried. I sat down on the cold floor of the shower and let it all out—everything I had been holding back.

I wept for what felt like an hour, broken and exhausted. Then I heard footsteps. A familiar voice called out.

"Helena?"

I didn't answer.

"Helena, are you here?"

"...Yes. I'm here," I said quietly.

I turned off the water, wrapped myself in a towel, and stepped out to find a small figure with kind eyes and a Hufflepuff sweater. It was Poppy—my best friend.

She looked at me, alarmed by my injuries, but kept her voice calm.

"Professor Weasley is waiting for you in her office. Get dressed, I'll walk with you."

I pulled on a warm Slytherin jumper and followed her. As we passed the Great Hall, she reached into her pocket and handed me two Wiggenweld potions.

"Drink this, love. You'll feel better."

I nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Poppy. You're a good friend."

"Are you alright, Helena?" she asked gently.

I hugged her tightly as we walked. "Not right now—but I will be."

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I knocked on Professor Weasley's office door, unsure of what to expect after everything that had happened... and all the rules I had broken. The door creaked open, revealing her sitting by the window with tea and biscuits on the table beside her. A second chair faced hers.

"Ah, Helena. Come in, sweetheart," she said softly.

I walked in, still hesitant, and sat across from her.

"Hello, Professor. You wanted to see me?"

"Yes," she replied kindly. "There are a few things I'd like to ask you."