ꕀꕥ〡~𐀔~〡ꕥꕀ
❝I planted the dream.❞
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~Sebastian's POV~
I had been stuck in this rotten house for a month.
The first week my own head turned on me. I wanted to haunt Angella, to invade her dreams, to make her afraid. I had been doing it for a while and I did not know how to stop.
I did not want to hurt her. I did not want to scare her. But my subconscious kept pushing, whispering the old ways.
Her brief visits slowly began to work. I learned to take back the dreamscapes, to govern them instead of being governed. That control was a mercy for both of us.
Being near Angella was peace for my mind. The voices quieted. The magic in me cooled.
She was, it turned out, my cure. I tried to tell her, once, about the magic that lives in me. Especially when we were together in Lleida, and she told me she loved me.
But I could not. I was frightened of what she might do with the truth. What if she recoiled? What if she left? Some things had to stay hidden.
Working for Mr. Gaunt was the only choice I thought I had last summer. If I refused, he would kill Anne. I could not bear that. So I made a crooked bargain.
I learned to play two hands at once.
Love Angella, and serve him.
I simply had no other choice if i wanted to follow my heart where it led me.
To her.
Angella had not been well when she last visited. She kept clutching at her stomach. It bothered me in ways I could not name. Watching her go from laughing to pain in a single minute.
It took days, days without seeing her. A house-elf would slip in with food and drinks, or sit for a little chat, or bring fresh clothes. I called for Marvolo more than once, but he never came.
Nobody would tell me what had happened to her.
It took sixty-four days before I heard footsteps heavier than a house-elf's coming my way. Real footsteps. Human.
She's coming!
I straightened my clothes and stepped closer to the barrier, ready for the conversation.
Marvolo came into view, his face tight with something close to agony. He didn't want to be here.
"Sallow," he greeted.
"Gaunt," I sneered back.
Silence stretched between us. His eyes flicked over my face, studying me — then down my body, to my hands, the room behind me.
"How are you holding up in there?" he smirked, casual but forced. "Gone insane yet?"
"Sometimes," I lied.
"Good... good," he nodded, almost distracted.
"Are you here to make small talk, or is there an actual reason for this visit?" I taunted. "Maybe to tell me what the hell happened to Angella.. and why she hasn't been here?"
Her name hit him like a spell. His jaw locked, fists tightening at his sides.
Something was wrong.
"I think I need your help," he said quietly.
I blinked. Did I hear that right? Marvolo Gaunt — asking me for help?
"You've lost your mind," I grinned.
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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...
