immortality [wizarding world] | ⚐

十四

Ambrose opened her eyes and found herself in a familiar setting.

It was the great Nothing – the void.

"Hi." She turned to face the voice, and found herself looking at Mathilda.

"Are you okay?" Ambrose asked, concern filling her voice. Mathilda had blood all over her beautiful white dress, and she looked weary.

She gestured to what seemed like hole in the void.

"Let's go see what we've accomplished." Mathilda said, her voice breaking. Ambrose held her hand out and Mathilda held onto it, almost in a child-like manner. It was strange, the seventeen year old immortal witch with the thirty-something mortal one. They were the same person, but they were so different.

It was Merlin, and he had curled up next to Mathilda's body, refusing to move, even when the other teachers found them.

The two stepped into the hole and out of the great Nothing. Ambrose glanced back, and the black void was still there.

"Merlin, please..." Helga looked at Mathilda's dead body in shock.

"No." He croaked, his eyes red.

"Merlin, she's gone." Godric said, approaching him.

"And it's my fault." He retaliated, refusing to budge.

"She had a weak heart, we all knew this was coming. No magic – no matter how powerful – could've stopped it." Helga said softly, wiping away her tears.

There was a scream as the students of Hogwarts arrived to the scene. Godric tried to shield them, but everyone had seen their teacher lying dead on the ground.

"P-Professor Salvar?" Xahlia Turnbridge turned pale as she spotted her teacher's body.

The students were a mess – half of them were sobbing, wiping away tears, and the other half were staring blankly at their Professor's body in disbelief. For the first time since Rowena Ravenclaw's death, Slytherins were comforting Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws were in the arms of Gryffindors, and the teachers were choking back tears, refusing to break down in front of their students.

Everyone had loved Mathilda: She had become a teacher, yes, but also a friend to many.

There was one person who did not react to any of this – his eyes had gone from a stormy grey back to their innocent baby blue.

Merlin Ambrosius was still motionless, next to her body, his eyes incapable of anymore crying. The world blurred, and Ambrose noticed they were moving forward in time.

"All of this has happened already." Mathilda explained, her eyes almost lifeless.

"How long was I out?"

"Just a week. We will watch our funeral, and then I will have to leave you." Mathilda squeezed her hand and the two smiled sadly at each other.

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The funeral was in Pechón, Spain.

It was beautiful: The Salvar family had been devastated by their daughter's death, yes, but the traditions in Pechón for funerals were quite the opposite. A lot of Mathilda's friends, family, and even students from Hogwarts had shown up.

She had been buried by a cove where people often went to stargaze – it was fitting for her, after all. The witches and wizards had dressed in their best robes – radiant yellows, blues, greens, and pinks danced in celebration of Mathilda's life. An array of flowers and candles were floating above as Mathilda's favourite music filled the air.

Merlin had attended, of course, and he was the only wizard there to don black robes. He was the only wizard to not participate in the festivities. Instead, he sat next to Mathilda's grave, and watched the stars.

Mathilda and Ambrose took nervous steps towards Merlin and sat by him. Mathilda had curled up next to him and was watching the stars as well. Ambrose had turned to read the inscription on the grave.

MATHILDA SALVAR

Ad astra, nuestro amor.

She stood up and looked to Merlin, who was now whispering to himself, rocking back and forth.

"He will be fine," Mathilda answered Ambrose's unasked question. "I think I will go now."

"Don't leave me." Ambrose pleaded, not wanting to say goodbye to Mathilda forever.

"Do not forget, Ambrose, I am a part of you." The beautifully wise witch, dress stained red by her own blood, stood to face the immortal girl. "Good-bye." Gently, Mathilda laid her hand on Ambrose's heart and vanished. She felt a strange whoosh, and looked up. There was a huge shooting star, and instead of disappearing, it nestled itself amongst the others. Ambrose noticed that Merlin had seen it too, and he looked considerably better.

Ambrose smiled.

Mathilda Salvar was one with the stars. 

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and thus, this is the end of mathilda salvar.

don't mind me, i'll just stay in my corner bawling my eyes out because i got emotionally attached to mathilda and also merlin and i KNEW she had to die and i dreaded writing this but here i am anyways

i did it in two parts because it was absolutely necessary and i know both parts are pretty short but i'm hoping they'll add up and satisfy you guys (1600+ words in total). also, the gif at the start is almost how i imagine the great Nothing.

chapter dedicated to @xoxkelly who is a queen, please check out her profile, give her a follow and read her stories if ya want!! 

writing about mathilda has been my utmost pleasure. thank you for reading.

love,

clara.