🥀 Roses and Novels - Sebastian Sallow - Ominis Gaunt (Hogwarts Legacy Fanfic)

🥀 - Chapter 28 -🌹

(Sebastian Perspective)
The day I was released from Azkaban was one as written in books, a barefoot free man feeling the warm sunlight on his cold face for the first time. My first steps outside were crazy, I had been inside that tower for a year and my eyes had to get used to the light. The wind blew through my long brown curly hair and I looked at my wand in my hand. On my wrist was my prisoners' mark with the number ''2034'' on my forearm scratches and marks that continued down my shoulder to my back.

A day before my release, I had decided to write a letter to my sister Anne so I could inform someone that I was coming home again. I got a feather, ink and a piece of paper in my cell and started writing.

-letter-
'Dear Anne,
are you ready to come and see me? because i am!
I live in a small cottage near hogwarts, so i'm close to you.

Love, your dear brother.
Sebastian'

I apparate to my temporary home, it was a small brown house located in the forest with large pines and oak trees. In the distance a small stream surrounded by water and stones. My owl Rya was waiting for me here and I gave her my letter for Anne.

I rubbed a few feathers on her and gently patted her back ''be careful!''.

I opened the door of the house that was empty except for a small kitchen and bathroom.
A brown oak floor and white walls with brown beams on the ceiling.
The square windows let in enough light during the day.

I conjured a bed, a sofa and a bookcase and I sat down on the sofa.

*I am finally free...*

As I looked around the house and thought about how I was going to spend my days here without doing damage, my thoughts went to only one thing. One specific moment, To one person.

And I couldn't help but let our last moment haunt my mind.

Helena with tears in her eyes and those soft lips on mine.... I touched my lips.
I had hurt her in the past and still she was afraid of losing me.

*SHIT*

I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

*How would she react when I visited her....

Would she have missed me?

Would she have moved on with her life?

Does she have someone else?

Is she waiting for me?*

All these questions haunted my mind all afternoon like a visual circle round and round.

My feelings for Helena were genuine and determined, but I would never show my sensitive side to her. My feelings for her made me weak, I would give anything for her and she knows it.

My love for her is a dangerous energy that I cannot resist.
Which is why my appropriate distance is very important for now.

Night broke and I had just finished my dinner and I was resting in my bed.
The moment the white moonlight came through the window I jumped off my bed.

*No not again! FUCKING HELL*

I quickly grabbed the chains from my bed edge and tied them around my wrists and ankles. Each time I went to change into my Animagus, I got more and more time to wait in a controlled manner until I had tied myself. I felt the fangs changing in my mouth and I bit my wrist to ignore the pain. My nails grew longer and my hands and feet became claws. My eyes turned yellow and I gripped the floor with my nails to fight against the hellish pain. I put my nails so deep into the wood that I made big scratches on it, it was no use I became the white wolf, my new identity, my Animagus.

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After my days in the cabine i needed some fresh air. I was done with sitting inside my house.

I decided to work on my feelings and apparated to the cemetery where my parents were buried.

I had only been there once when I was a kid.
So I had to spend some time looking for where their grave was.

After 3 laps I found my parents' Sallow grave, around the grave were wilted flowers and smashed vases. I had smashed this a few times on my previous visit out of anger. I was angry at my parents, why did they have to die. And leave me and Anne with Sollomon. A man who was heavy-handed and not friendly. My back had many scars from his actions and I would never forget it.

I took my magic wand and conjured a bouquet of flowers at their grave and cleaned up the mess. I looked up at the sky and thought of my parents. I missed them and got tears in my eyes from sadness.

To my great surprise, the second grave next to them belonged to my Uncle Sollomon.
So Anne had decided to place the grave next to it.
I was startled by the sight and sank through my knees to the ground.

He was dead because of me..

I started crying and screaming and sat by their grave all day until it got dark.