HL one shots + asks

Hogtober drabbles pt 2

Sebastian Sallow

Sebastian knew he shouldn't be here, back in the dark catabcombs of Feldcroft. Least of all alone.
Last time he had Johanna with him. What a great friend and girl she was. She had probably saved his friendship by not casting imperio on Ominis like he'd suggested. Sebastian still wasn't sure why he had ever considered that. But then again, if she hadn't been there he just might have had to. Ominis was stubborn yet listened to her so easily. What did she do that he didn't? Was he so untrustworthy?

He looked around. It seemed more dismal and eerie than before. No matter, nothing a little light couldn't fix. "Confringo!" He set the torches ablaze before laying out Salazars book and his notes. Now how to do the sacrificial ritual. That was the key. They had let him come down here, Anne was relying on him. If it took him hours or days to figure it out he would spend them here. He'd finally prove to his uncle that he was wrong about everything. Wrong about him and his abilities, wrong about Anne being incurable.

For once he'd make his uncle proud.

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Natsai  Onai

A gazelle. A lithe, gentle creature that often flees.

Natsai always found it a bit odd that the prey of the lion would be sorted into its house as one of them. Still her mother seemed proud when her daughter had been placed in the house of the king of beasts. Gryfinndors represented bravery she had been told and although she never thought of herself as brave many others did.

"Natsai it was so brave of you to come all the way from Africa to a new school. Must have been hard."

"It is so brave of you to be the daughter of a professor. I don't know how you do it. It's hard enough to be one's nephew."

"It was so brave of you to befriend the new student! And you even fought a troll?! I could never."

But as Natty told the new student, her soon dear friend, no bravery was present the day her father died. She had stood there frozen and terrified as her father died in front of her when she had the power to do something. Natty was strong, she trusted her abilities. Yet never had she felt so weak.

She thought she would never be able to make up for that mistake. Never find the healing, redemption.

But when Johanna took her hand in her own as she sat in a wheelchair in the hospital wing and told her, "Your spirit is braver than any lion I've ever met." Natty recalled all she'd done over the year.

She was brave. A gazelle could be strong too.

She'd leapt in dangers way

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Ollivanders

The wand he gave her was unlike any other she had seen before. It bore the mark of ancient magic so visibly even he could see it. Johanna didn't know how he had done it in such a short amount of time but she was extremely grateful and impressed. To have such a skill where one could create something so delicate and powerful out of wood and feathers and heart string. It still puzzled her to no end.

Even though she had had her cypress and phoenix wand for a few months now after purchasing it from Ollivander she still caught herself gazing at it and turning it in her hands. He told her such a combination was rare and she must have a sacrificial and strong heart.

How could he tell that from a wand? How could the wand have so deeply connected with her? Yet she felt it in herself and it now felt odd not to have a wand when before she never would have believed in such a thing.

Her thoughts were interrupted after thanking the old man as she stepped outside the shop and came face to face with Victor Rookwood. And so she once again raised the wand her young muggle self dreamed of, in self-defense, her magic flowing.