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

🥀 - Chapter 13 - 🌹

(Helena's Perspective)

The next morning, Ominis lay half-curled beside me, snoring like a storm, face-down with no blanket to cover him. I couldn't help but laugh softly at the sight—what a madman, getting drunk like that. Shaking my head, I slipped on my clothes and padded downstairs to the kitchen in search of breakfast and tea.

Guinevere sat at the table again, this time sipping coffee and eating sandwiches. The scene looked too ordinary for the chaos that simmered just beneath my skin.

I walked over, my steps firm, my voice steady.
"Hi, Mum."

She looked up, startled, and choked slightly on her coffee.

After a few coughs, she said sharply, "You're wrong, girl. I'm not your mother."

"Stop lying, Guinevere!" I snapped, slamming the photo album on the table between us. "I know more than you think."

She stared down at the images, expression unreadable.

"You can't tell me that's not you," I pressed, pointing at the woman in the photos. "You're the spitting image."

Her eyes—those familiar, stormy blue eyes—met mine.

"Helena... I wish I could tell you what's going on in my head, but it's blank. It feels unfamiliar..."

I stood abruptly, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the mirror in the hall.

"Look at me! Look at us! We're nearly identical. You're in the pictures. Evan sees it too! I found the family portal in Aranshire!"

But she looked right through me. Empty. As if my soul was invisible to her.

"I don't know, Helena. I really don't. And I'm sorry."

My heart clenched. Anger bubbled up, sorrow rising behind it. My fingers began to glow blue, trembling with uncontained energy.

"Helena—your hands... What's happening?" she gasped, reaching for me.

I knocked over the contents of the hallway cabinet. A loud crash echoed through the house. My magic flared wildly.

"How can you not recognize me!" I shouted, voice shaking.

A painting crashed to the ground.

"You left me when I was ten!"

Another painting fell.

"Did I mean nothing to you?!"

A picture frame shattered against the floor.

Heavy footsteps thundered from upstairs.

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(Evander's Perspective)

The sound of chaos jolted me from bed. I threw on my shirt and trousers and sprinted down the corridor. Shards of glass and broken décor littered the floor. At the end of the hallway stood Guinevere, trembling, her back pressed against the wall. Helena was across from her, fists clenched, glowing with fury.

I leapt over the debris, placing myself between them.

"Helena, what are you doing?!"

"Move, Evan! This is between me and my mother!"

Before I could react, she grabbed my shirt and hurled me aside. I landed hard near the front door.

"Helena, stop! She doesn't remember! You can't do this!"

But she advanced on Guinevere, hands glowing, and cupped her face. Guinevere sobbed—fear in her eyes—but something shifted. Memories stirred.

I couldn't let it continue. I ran forward, grabbed Helena by the shoulders, and shoved her back against the front door.