DELGADO || Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

Part 38 - Dungeons and Fairytales

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❝maybe that's all we'll ever be, an incomplete sentence, a half written-story. Finished without an ending ❞

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~Sebastian's POV~

My mind slowly began clearing a path back to reality. In the distance, faint echoes of people chattering reached my ears. A cold breeze brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. 

Gradually, I forced my eyes open, but everything appeared hazy. I squeezed them shut again and tried to rub them, only to realize my hands were restrained by something ice-cold. Panic set in as I struggled against the restraints, my fingers numb. My entire body felt like it had been in a deep sleep, sluggishly waking piece by piece. It all felt like a surreal dream, one I had just been pulled from. 

I attempted to open my eyes once more, squinting as I adjusted to the darkness. As my vision cleared, I lifted my head to take in my surroundings. Grey stone walls, worn and washed with age, lined the room. Flickering torches cast unsteady shadows across the damp surface. Directly in front of me stood a massive metal door. To my left, a tiny, glassless window barely allowed any light inside. On my right, a wall covered in heavy chains stretched downward, leading to something on the ground. 

Following the length of the chain with my eyes, a chill ran through me when I realized where it ended—me. A sharp, metallic clatter echoed as I instinctively pulled at the restraints. I was chained to the wall. 

I was in a dungeon. 

As I struggled against the cold metal cuffs, fragmented memories flooded my mind. I had been in the secret office with Angella. Then, the arrow—fired at me. She had fled to save herself while I fought off two guards. I had managed a few hits before they pressed magic against my wound, rendering me weak. Their faces had been masked, making them unrecognizable. 

One of them had placed a wand against my head, and everything had gone black. That was the last thing I remembered before slipping into unconsciousness. In that darkness, I had found myself lost in a dream—a distant, almost forgotten memory from last year.

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-The memory-
Year 1890 - Hogwarts castle - library
;researching a cure for Anne; 

I had been deep in the library, searching for books to aid Angella and me in our research. It was our third visit to the restricted section that week, and this time, we had brought Ominis with us. He had been full of questions, curious about our whereabouts. 

While he waited upstairs with Angella, I scoured the shelves for the books on our list. Once I had gathered them, I stacked them in my arms and prepared to leave. 

But then, I heard voices. 

As I moved closer, their conversation grew clearer. It sounded private. Instinctively, I hid behind a bookcase, straining to catch every word. 

Ominis leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Angella's cheek. "It's alright," she reassured him with a small smile. "Saving me was never your responsibility." 

"I know," he replied, voice heavy with something unspoken. "But I feel like it is. It's not that I don't believe in love—I do. I just fear that love doesn't believe in me. Growing up surrounded by cold, unfeeling eyes taught me not to cry. It's incredibly difficult to forget your past when it's etched into every part of you. The bravest thing I ever did was continue living when all I wanted was to stop. And now, I'm terrified of losing you, Ella... after everything we've been through."