evermore || sebastian sallow

The Epilogue - Evermore

"When I was shipwrecked,
I thought of you."
— Taylor Swift

Warning: contains explicit adult content

The Epilogue - Evermore 

December 23, 1906
13 years since end of 7th year

Once, long ago in the summer of 1891, they strolled the cobblestoned pathways of Diagon Alley as two separate souls with mutual yearning, one of love screaming into the void rather than on rooftops and castle spires.

Now, as winter dusted the steps with sparkling snow with their yearning answered, they walked down the path as husband and wife. One soul. Hands intertwined and shared smiles that glimmer against all odds. So loudly in love that those who saw them would be fools to think otherwise.

Y/n Sallow, in her hooded black capelet and discreet blue lace dress, had a nervous hop in her step as she wove her way through the crowd down to Flourish and Blotts, hands clutched in front as she fiddled with her gloved fingers.

Beside her, Sebastian Sallow walked in his black trousers and grey trench coat and scarf, as relaxed as he could be while his wife was drowning in anxiety. He couldn't help but wonder what she had to be nervous about. For years, he's learned her ticks, and this was one of them.

"My love," he called with an amused smile, his voice ever so deep at the age of thirty-two. "What's wrong?"

Y/n stopped in her tracks and turned around to face him, eyes widened. "You know exactly what, Sebastian. I'm not dreaming, am I?" Her heart was thumping with excitement but her mind was whirring with nervous thoughts. For such a powerful witch, it was a feeling she had never learned how to master.

Ahead of her, she could see people flocking the bookshop, a line already forming outside the glass display window. Witches and wizards alike, with faces full of excited jitters and chatters.

Never thought someone could be so excited about books like me. Other than my husband, I supposed, Y/n thought.

The idea of people seeing her was daunting as if she hadn't been a famous witch and Auror for most of her youth and counting. No one could blame her though. They'd all be in the same position.

She adjusted the ribbons of her capulet. Perhaps no one would recognize her if she was sneaky enough and had her hood up before entering the bookshop. Besides, snow was beginning to fall again and she wanted to warm up.

She didn't mind people coming up to her most times, but today was different. She could only handle so much all at once. Not to mention she was also worried about leaving her family at their aunts while she dragged Sebastian here. But it was fine. She trusts Anne Sallow and Aura Weasley to take care of them.