Duello D'Amor // Sebastian x Reader Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction

Chapter 2 - First Steps

"You're telling me I chose this?" I asked, massaging the back of my neck. The harder I tried to rationalize what was happening, the more my head seemed to ache. 

"Oh, you definitely did," Sebastian replies, taking his wand from his coat pocket. He holds it out and lights the ceiling fixtures, illuminating the unfamiliar space we stood in. 

Supposedly, according to Sebastian, we were partners at work and occupied the same home now. It was an odd arrangement, and even though times were changing swiftly, it still wasn't normal for males and females to house together if they weren't... involved. 

But Sebastian had said that we were roommates. He hadn't said anything more was going on, not that I would have believed him if he did. 

After our fifth year, we mostly parted ways. While some of our friends were friends, he and I could never see eye to eye again after what had happened. How we became friends again, let alone close enough friends to decide to live together, was beyond my understanding. 

"Where's my room?" I asked. Silly questions seemed all I was good for since I woke up. The way people looked at me when I spoke irked me, though there was little I could do about it. All I could do was try to regain my bearings on a life that was supposedly mine. 

Doctor Hathaway had stated that returning to my normal routine would be best. That meant I was sent home with Sebastian Sallow, the supposedly most important person in my life, who was supposed to help me figure things out. The hope was that if I stuck to my 'normal' routine as much as possible, it might raise the chances of my memory being restored. 

"Just down the hall to the left," Sebastian told me. I nodded in acknowledgment before heading down to my room. 

Upon entering the small space, I couldn't help but notice how empty the room was. There was a bed, a dresser, and a desk, though I can't remember a time in my life that I ever would have kept a room as clean as this. It certainly didn't feel like mine. It felt more like a room at an Inn; all the necessary furniture was there, but there were absolutely no personal touches whatsoever. 

Regardless of my feelings on the matter, I was tired--much too tired to dwell on future me's interior decorating habits. I sat down on the unfamiliar mattress and smoothed my hand over the comforter. As my fingers ran over the stitching on the baby blue fabric, the hall creaked, and I whipped my head around to see Sebastian standing there. 

I couldn't read the look on his face. It had been years since we were friends, and even then, I wasn't good at reading him. There was no way for me to tell what he was thinking. 

There was a tinge of sympathy in my chest for him, though I felt I deserved it more. We were apparently friends, and I felt for him in the sense that he'd lost me, yet I was sitting right in front of him. But at least he could remember what it was he'd lost. 

"If there's anything you need, you can let me know," he said, breaking the small silence that had built up between us. Something about this felt tense, as if there were some underlying message to it all- just outside my reach. 

"I should be fine for tonight," I told him, cutting the attitude I'd been using from my tone. Regardless of how I felt about the whole thing, there was no reason to take it out on him, even if he looked at me like he expected me to sprout hippogriff wings or something. 

He closed the door before leaving, and I could hear him padding down the hall toward the communal space of the home. It was late, so I got myself ready for bed. 

I tried my hardest to go to sleep, but I couldn't get my mind to turn off long enough. When my exhaustion finally beat my thoughts, it was well into the early hours of the morning.