ꕀꕥ〡~𐀔~〡ꕥꕀ
❝Something stabbed through my chest, sharp as a blade.❞
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~Songtracks for writing this chapter: Mathias Fritsche - Married life & Lusaint - Wicked Game~
A soft knock at my door pulled me from the warm glow of the hall, and a folded note slid across the floor. I lifted my skirts to step over the huge hem and bent to pick it up. Inside, a single line, written in a careful hand. Come to the fourth door on your left for another surprise.
I set the paper on the vanity and slipped into the corridor, checking quickly to make sure no one watched. My heels gave me away easily, so I kicked them off and padded on bare feet toward the fourth door. I pushed it open and called softly, "Marvolo?" No answer. The light switch didn't work, and the door wouldn't shut; it was too dark to risk closing it behind me, too easy to be swallowed whole by the nightmare again.
"Close the door," a whisper urged.
"I can't," I said. "It's not safe."
"Just close it, querida, (dear)" a man's voice coaxed.
Against my better judgment I did as he asked. I shut the door with my right hand and held my heels in the left. The room was all black, then, a dot of light popped on a few feet ahead of me. Come to the light, it seemed to say.
Hesitant but curious, I stepped forward, hand ready inside my heel as if it could be a weapon. I touched the small glowing orb. A breath of wind swept up, and the chandeliers burst to life. In the center of the room stood a single immense mirror, nothing else. I turned and checked behind it, the space was empty.
"Who's there?" I asked, staring into the glass. My reflection stared back, but behind me, inside the mirror, a tall dark figure lingered.
"Did you miss me, cariño? (sweetheart)" the voice murmured.
Only one person ever called me that, Sebastian.
I spun to look for him, but the room behind me was empty. The figure existed only in the mirror. At the top of the frame a strange line of words curved like a riddle, Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. I read it twice and felt that prickling of recognition, like something meant to be read backward.
''i show not your face but your hearts desire'' i murmured soft.
The dark shape stepped forward inside the glass and set its hand on my shoulder. I froze when I met the eyes, my own blue staring back. "Papá? (dad?)" My hand lifted as if to touch him, to feel the presence, though he wasn't truly there.
"Hola, hija, (hello, daughter)" he said, smiling. He looked like the memory I had of him, simple jeans and a white shirt, black hair a little mussed, a familiarity like Lorenzo's face. And then his fingers seemed to press deeper into the reflection of my skin as he watched us both.
"Te ves bonita, (you look beautiful)" he said, referring to my wedding dress.
"Gracias, papá, (thank you, dad)" I whispered. "¿Cómo es esto posible? (How could this be?)''
"Tu encantador esposo lo organizó para mí. Tenía que verte en tu día especial. (Your lovely husband arranged this for me. I had to see you on your special day.)''
"¿No estás enojado conmigo por casarme con Marvolo? (are you not mad at me for marrying Marvolo?)" I asked, pretending his hand was there.
"Si te hace feliz, entonces yo también soy feliz, cariño (If it makes you happy, then I am happy too, sweetheart,)" he replied with a wink.
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DELGADO || Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)
Fanfiction[18+] Sebastian Sallow seems to be your enemie, or do you love him..? Angella Delgado thought Hogwarts would be her sanctuary-a place to learn magic, escape her past, and carve out a future. Instead, it became a battlefield of emotions and loyalties...
