Tempest // Sebastian Sallow

Epilogue

Kings Cross, September 1st, 2038

A loud blast of the whistle belonging to the Hogwarts Express meant it was leaving soon.

While Leo and Nate were already on board, having said a very quick goodbye and not at all caring they were leaving their parents behind until Christmas, the 4 first years standing on the platform quivering, nervous wrecks were not in such a hurry.

11 years had gone faster than Sebastian would have liked.

One day, he was in the hospital, cradling Daisy and singing to her, as he did every night, the next he was standing on platform 9 ¾ ready to send her off into the wizarding world alone.

Nate was easy. He was eager, he was keen, he'd already taken a keen interesting in learning and had studied many a spellbook when his father wasn't around to catch him sneaking one out of his office.

But Daisy? She was his little girl. If Sebastian had it his way, Daisy would never grow up. She'd stay small and tiny and dependent and in his arms forever.

Reality was different though. There she was, caged owl in hand with trunk loaded ready to head off to Hogwarts.

She'd expressed to him a week prior how nervous she was to be going to Hogwarts. She'd been reading to herself in bed quietly when Sebastian crept in to say goodnight and found her with tears in her eyes instead.

But he assured her she would be fine. And that he felt the same way when he went to Hogwarts. Her Aunty Anne was excited, but Sebastian was scared. He cried every night for a month before September 1st. But, he had Anne. And that made him feel better.

Daisy had Nate. She had Leo, and Lulu and Patrick and even her youngest cousin, Hudson.

"But what if I'm in a different house to them? Nate's in Slytherin and the others all think they'll be Gryffindors but... what if I'm not?" Daisy said softly.

"Then," Sebastian began, stroking the long dark hair of his daughter, "You'll be the best witch Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff has ever seen. You don't want to be in Slytherin, it's cold and dreary and my bright little Daisy deserves to shine. Besides, your mum was a Ravenclaw. And she was one of the best."

Daisy hummed and nodded, at least appearing to accept his answer for a moment.

But now she was stood in front of the train being smothered in kisses and hugs by her parents.

"We love you so much," Rosie cooed, pressing probably way too many kisses an 11 year old would find acceptable on her head. "I'll write to you every day."

"Every day is a bit much, isn't it?" Daisy choked out through her mothers onslaught.

"Hey, appease her please because I have to deal with the fallout," Sebastian teased, "otherwise I'll just resort to sending you a howler."

Hah. A howler.

Daisy was there the day Sebastian sent one to Nate. A first year getting caught sneaking into the Restricted Section.

Rosie reprimanded Sebastian for it later.

"I wonder where he got that from!" She chided sarcastically, hitting him across the arm as he sent the howler away.

Daisy would do anything to avoid a howler based off Nate's reaction in the letter he sent back relaying his embarrassment and begging his father to never send one again.

Sebastian was almost tempted to reply with another, though fill it with praises and kisses and words of love, just to embarrass him a little more.

But not when Rosie glared at him.