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

Chapter 7 - Lost and Found

~Sebastian~

 I ran my hand over my face and let out a shaky breath.

Before the accident, we'd spend every waking moment together. Simply stating that we were close was an understatement. She was--is--my best friend- my other half. Having her so close like this, yet so far, was wearing on me in a way I hadn't considered. 

At first, I was just glad to hear she was okay. 

Going into that assignment, neither of us had thought things would go so sideways. She and I operated like a well-oiled machine out in the field, and rarely did things go wrong when we worked together. Even if they did, we always found a way to get around them. 

We had entered the large building through the back entrance in order to take the breeders by surprise, trying to make it a swift and quiet affair. It was the best way to go about it, considering there were numerous beasts on the property that we didn't want put in harm's way. I didn't think they would be as adept at dueling as they were, and they put up a hell of a fight. 

At some point, I must have let my guard down. Y/n and I watch each other's backs; it's how we always operate. But at some point, nearing the end of the operation, I wasn't looking out for anymore. I thought we had things under control. But one of the wizards we'd previously knocked out had come to and launched a haphazard curse of some kind right at the back of her head. 

She hit the ground immediately, and I did every curse reversal spell I knew for instances like these, but she didn't wake. It was four days in the hospital before we would know the extent of it, and it felt like some kind of karma that it was our time together that had been taken from her memories. 

I knew the accident was my fault. I wasn't looking out for her as I was supposed to, and she got hurt because of it. Now, I was stuck with the y/n from five years ago. She was still my y/n, the same woman through and through--never having changed much over time due to her own stubborn ways--but without a single memory of our time together. 

It was perfectly sick and twisted, and my heart ached and cried out every time I looked at her. 

Every time she stepped too far into my space, I had to stop myself from reaching out across that short distance to touch what used to be mine. I slept in a bed void of her presence, feeling so cold and alone now that I couldn't reach across the bed and pull her into my arms. 

And she looked so lost, too. I knew she was hurting, but her strong-willed nature implored her to keep it hidden. I understood, seeing as she and I were perfect strangers, living together in what felt like an odd circumstance from her point of view. As hard as I tried to remain understanding of the situation, it began to wear on me. Every day spent without her memories was long and painful. 

She was right there before me, yet I was so lonely. 

Staring out the window into the backyard, I saw y/n moving around the greenhouse, and despite everything, I was happy to see her engaging in something I knew she enjoyed. 

I watched her move around the space as she flitted about in her own little world. She was writing things down as she went back and forth between the book and the plants, most likely trying to devise a game plan on how to care for the mess out there. I would be no help in that department. Herbology was never my strong suit, and I rarely went out in the greenhouse unless it was to bother y/n when I was feeling bored or particularly clingy. 

After a while, I got up to make myself a cup of tea, figuring it was creepy to watch her through the window like I was, given that I was pretty much a stranger to her. I used magic to heat the water and prepare the tea. I took the cup back to my armchair after grabbing a book from the shelf to occupy myself with.