Beyond His | Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt (+18)

Chapter One

As I stare into the slytherin fireplace a sense of loneliness courses through my veins. Everything that I once had at the beginning of 5th year, was all different now. 

With it just about the end of June late at night, the common room was quiet. Most were in bed or studying for the O.W.L.'s Exam that was in a few days.

I couldn't get myself to fall asleep as thoughts of last week's battle continues pace through my head. The loss, the pain, the love. If only I could let myself feel it all. I felt numb.

With Professor Fig gone with the wind, and Ominis and Sebastian dealing with their own thing. I felt at a loss.

Anytime I walked through the halls after the battle, I felt stares on me. Everyone knew that I was the one who defeated Ranrok, Harlow, and Rookwood. Despite keeping most to myself.

The whispers that would echo in the halls that seeped beneath my skin. No matter what I did there was always eyes on me.

The professors were proud of the work that I did, the things I had to overcome. They felt Professor Fig's loss more than I did. I could only imagine the pain they felt for knowing him years on end.

Headmistress Weasley gave me praise on keeping up with my academics despite the 'extracurriculars' I involved myself in after class.

The ancient magic however, that was complicated. Headmistress Weasley and Professor Sharp promised once the school year ended they would help me in face of the Ministry of Magic.

That was another thing that I didn't like to think about.

The amount of lives I took trying to help Sebastian as well as myself. And not to mention constantly being hunted by Ashwinders, Ranrok Loyalists, and the whole lot.

I'd like to say they had it coming for them, but that's something I'd never admit to the Ministry.

I feel my fingers dig into the armchair trying to get myself to come to terms with the deaths that were my fault. The blood spilled. It gave me a chill down my spine just thinking about it.

Not to mention the love I could easily let slip beyond my reach. The things I did to help him, and let myself take in the ancient magic despite the consequences. He means the world to me, but does he ever see that?

I take a deep breath looking at the clock.

11PM

I needed to go to bed, but I couldn't get myself to leave the chair.

I hear footsteps come the boys dormitory. With a soft voice saying "Y/n?" I turn to find Sebastian Sallow with tired eyes looking at me with concern.

We haven't talked since that day in the undercroft when he called me his 'friend' which hurt. Maybe I was imagining it.

Was it all in my head?

I still never did tell him what happened with Ranrok and Fig that day. It was too much, and I wasn't even sure he wanted to hear me rant about my problems.

"What are you doing up?"

My eyes wandering unable to let myself look him in the eye. "Couldn't sleep."

Sebastian walks over causally closer then sits on the couch next to me "Me neither."

Silence hangs in the air as he says cutting through it, "So...how are you doing? I haven't seen much of you lately." looking to me with curious eyes.

"Things have been-" my face falls grim recalling the past events "things have been...fine, I guess."

Sebastians brows furrow "Y/n, you know you can tell me anything? We literally killed a shit ton of inferi together."