DELGADO || Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

Part 85 - Instinct and Terror

ꕀꕥ〡~𐀔~〡ꕥꕀ

❝ Could it be tied to the ancient magic I carry?❞

______________________________

When I reopened my eyes, instinct took over. I shoved Sebastian off me with everything I had, the force sending me crashing backward. I hit the floor hard, gravity knocking the wind out of me. Scrambling on the ground, dragging myself backward on my hands, I pressed against the cold stone wall, screaming like a madwoman.

He lunged at me again, gripping my wrists, trying to pull my arms away from my face as I shielded my neck.

"NO!" I shrieked, twisting away from his reach.

His hand managed to slip through once- a sharp slap landed across my face.

"STOP IT, SEBASTIAN!" I cried out, shoving him again and curling into myself, trying to disappear. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"

But he wasn't done. His large hands clamped around my ankles, yanking me away from the wall.

"NO! NO, PLEASE!"

He dragged me down the hallway, my back scraping against splinters and nails embedded in the wooden floor. My body felt limp, helpless.

"Angelinaaa," a voice whispered chillingly in my ear.

I kicked and thrashed, breaking free for a moment, but his grip returned-stronger than ever.

"STOP! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" I screamed in agony.

Suddenly, a door opened ahead. Light poured in-real light. We were outside.

An opportunity.

I twisted my body, drove my foot into his stomach, and broke free. I bolted upright and ran. The woods ahead-familiar territory. I knew every path, every tree. If I made it ten minutes to the nearest Floo Flame, I could escape.

But my wand-he had taken it. I was powerless, unable to summon even a spark of magic.

I pushed through the trees, trying to disappear in the darkness. But before I could get far, something slammed into me from behind. We hit the ground hard, my breath punched out of my lungs.

"Gotcha," he growled.

"FUCK- YOU-"

He loomed over me, ready to strike. My head shot forward-I smashed my forehead into his nose. He reeled back in shock.

But he came back, hands catching my wrists and pinning them to the earth. His legs straddled me, holding me down. I was trapped.

Then-he leaned in and kissed me. Hard. Desperate. Possessive.

"Open your eyes for me," he whispered, "Listen to the sound of my voice."

I did.

But the eyes that stared back weren't green.

They were blue.

I blinked. Once. Twice.

It was Marvolo.