Unforgivable - Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader x Ominis Gaunt

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As soon as I felt my feet hit solid ground following my apparition, I collapsed to my knees before any of my counterparts had the chance to grab hold of me. 

I fell forward onto my hands, and all the contents of my stomach immediately spilled from my mouth. 

I thought my heart had somehow ascended into my skull, given how deafening the pounding in my ears was...how horridly my head ached. It was just an overload of senses...understandably so, given the revelation that had just erupted inside me, as if someone had struck me with 'bombarda' over and over and over...but the disorienting feeling that accompanies apparition definitely didn't help matters much. 

Upon leaving Azkaban, I didn't even consider the dementors. I just sprinted through the door until I was far enough away from the prison to be able to vanish. And apparently...whatever Wormwood did...whatever power was intertwined with his Patronus charm...it was enough to portray a message to the dementors; a message stating that we were not to be trifled with any longer.

If....if that was even the Wormwood I knew at all.

Still, even if the dementors were keeping their distance for the time being, that didn't stop me from running like my life depended on it. 

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me across that stoney shore. Not from them...but from that fucking place. From the vile, repulsive truth that I now found staring me straight in the face, as if it were taunting me...daring me to do something about it...knowing damn well I am mentally and physically incapable of doing so. 

I was still winded from running, and now I was wretching to top it all off. Trembling...quaking. In this moment, I felt weaker than I ever had in my twenty-seven years of life. I wasn't a hero, I wasn't a fighter. I was practically powerless now.

He did it.....he fucking did it.

"Miss L/N!" my party gasped out my name in concern as they landed beside me, kneeling beside me to place their hands on my shoulders and back, fear lacing their voices. "Are you alright?"

'What a stupid fucking question.' I thought to myself, but thankfully, I was saved from uttering the brazen statement aloud by a fit of coughing and gasping that forced itself from me. 

"What in Merlin's name happened!?" a panicked voice yelled as I heard a set of footsteps approaching us.

I lifted my head and tried to blink away the cough-induced tears from my eyes long enough to register where exactly I was now, and I noted that we had landed in the hallway of the Ministry, just outside Captain Singer's office...who was now standing before me with her eyes wide in fear and her hands outstretched toward me, as if trying to search for a way to help me out of my sorry state. 

"R....Ruth..." I rasped her name, and a meek-sounding sob followed right behind. 

Ruth lowered herself beside me, shooing the other officers away from me before she wrapped an arm around my shoulders and slowly helped me up to my feet. She ushered me into her office, but before she closed the door behind us, she turned to address my men. 

"Not a word of this is spoken to anyone else. I expect a full report from all of you on my desk before the day is done, and then this mission is confidential until stated otherwise, understood?" she barked. "Where's Wormwood?"