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In the Shadow of You | Hogwarts Legacy

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Chapter 17: M.G.

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Marvolo Gaunt.

M.G.

Ministry Official. Legilimens.

Ominis’ brother.

No. No, this can’t be happening—

The air seemed as though it had become dense, making it hard to breathe. Your locket was a burning flame against your skin.

“Keep dancing, little thief. We wouldn’t want to make a scene.”

He was in your head again, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You willed your magic to force him out, out, out, but nothing came.

“I don’t have the Elder Wand, surely you’ve realized that by now.”

“I have, yes. But now I’m aware you’re in possession of something far greater...”

You were going to be sick.

“I had quite an interesting conversation with Sebastian Sallow,” Marvolo went on. “Poor fellow didn’t even realize I’d been combing through his mind the entire time.”

Your eyes flew to where Sebastian stood at the edge of the crowd, watching you.

“Leave him out of this!”

“Ancient magic, Keepers, and something else…a magical repository. It was all there, in his memories.”

Your knees threatened to give out. You should’ve known better, should’ve seen this coming—

“Rookwood was an arrogant fool, thinking he could outwit the Goblins and take it for himself. But I’m no fool, Savior. I’ll find that repository, even if I have to break your mind to do it.”

With that, the song ended and Marvolo released his hold on you. He gave you a curt, taunting bow. “Thank you for the dance. I’m sure we’ll meet again.”

He walked away without another word. You couldn’t move, your legs turned leaden. A gentle hand grabbed yours, and you startled. But it was Sebastian there, pulling you from the dance floor.

“Merlin, you’re shaking. What happened? What did he—”

“We need to get out of here,” was all you could manage to say.

Sebastian’s eyes widened before he nodded. “Of course, let’s go.”

When you walked past Anne and Ominis, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Anne said, voice full of worry.

“The Undercroft. Meet us there later,” Sebastian answered over his shoulder, leading you away.

When you were out of the Great Hall and in the empty corridors of the castle, you felt the air return to your lungs. You were taking deep, quick breaths, as if you were hyperventilating. Before you knew it, you were in the Undercroft.

You ripped your mask from your face and threw it to the ground in frustration.

“It was him. It was him, Sebastian,” you began frantically, pacing back and forth. “He was in my head again, he knows about my magic—”

“Alright, slow down,” Sebastian tried to calm you, removing his own mask. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

You told him everything Marvolo Gaunt had said, both aloud and in your mind. Sebastian’s face grew pale.

“This is all my fault,” he sighed. “I knew there was something unsettling about my conversation with him…that’s why I didn’t want him speaking to you alone.”

“No, it’s mine. I should’ve guessed he’d come after you. Or anyone else close to me, for that matter. I was right, I never should’ve involved you in this—”

“Don’t do that! Don’t push me away,” Sebastian retorted, coming closer. “We’re not debating my involvement in this again, we already promised we’d do this together.”

You shook your head, refusing to meet his gaze.

“We need to tell Ominis. He knows Marvolo best, he can give us insight on how to stop him,” Sebastian pushed on.

“Absolutely not, Sebastian! Ominis was tortured by his brother, this could have terrible consequences for him if—”

“You’re just being stubborn and you know it!”

Footsteps raced down the Undercroft stairs. Anne and Ominis.

“What’s going on? What did my brother say to you?” Ominis demanded. Both of their masks had disappeared, their expressions laced with concern.

You and Sebastian exchanged a weighted look. Anne crossed her arms expectantly.

“Nothing, Ominis, I—”

“Did you know Marvolo was a Legilimens?”

You glared at Sebastian. Ominis’ eyes widened.

“I…had no idea,” Ominis answered truthfully. “I haven’t spoken to him in years, since he moved to Whitehall and started his position at the Ministry. It must’ve been something he picked up there. What has he done to you? You must tell me.”

Your hands were balled in fists, your breathing still shaky. “There’s…there’s a lot I haven’t told you. Either of you,” you looked to Anne. “But you have to understand that I’m trying to keep you all safe!”

“Safe? From whom? My brother?” Ominis responded, voice growing agitated. “I’m more than aware of what he’s capable of. It’s not up to you to judge what we can and cannot handle.”

“Until tonight, it had nothing to do with you—with any of you!” You argued back. “It would've been selfish of me to ask for your help.”

Anne’s eyebrows furrowed. “Selfish? We’re your friends, of course we would’ve come to your aid! After everything you’ve done for us, for me…”

“I have a right to know, both as your friend and Marvolo’s brother,” Ominis said. “Whatever it is that’s going on, count me in. I’ll assist you in any way I can.”

Your eyes moved from Ominis to each of the Sallow twins, who were both wearing the same determined look on their freckled faces. Sebastian gave you an encouraging nod.

And so, you started from the very beginning. 

You told Anne and Ominis about your ancient magic, the Keepers, and what really happened beneath Hogwarts at the end of last term. Sebastian chimed in here and there with some details of your adventures together and what you had uncovered about Isidora Morganach.

Then, you filled them in on all that had been occurring over the last two months. 

The mysterious Legilimens, the shaky grasp on your ancient magic, the Deathly Hallows. Sebastian finally learned what happened on your trip to Diagon Alley with Garreth. And, lastly, the discovery tonight—who the Legilimens really was. When you were finished, the Slytherin trio was silent. You all sat around the wooden desk in the Undercroft, still dressed in finery, digesting everything you’d shared. 

Ominis spoke first.

“I’ve never heard of ancient magic, but I’m not surprised at my brother’s desire to possess it. He always was a glutton for power. It’s why he joined the Ministry–both that, and to please our parents.”

“And what do you know of the ring? The one with the Hallows symbol?” You asked. You had a strange feeling when you thought of it, like it was something of great importance.

“A family heirloom that’s been passed down to the eldest Gaunt son for generations. Marvolo never takes it off, it’s one of his most prized possessions,” Ominis answered. “The symbol...we've always referred to as the Peverell family’s Coat of Arms.”

“Like the brothers from the story?” Sebastian questioned, scratching his chin in thought.

“When my Aunt Noctua would read it to me as a child, she’d say they were our ancestors,” Ominis shrugged, a hint of sadness in his voice at the thought of his late aunt. "I always assumed she was just being theatrical."

“What do you think Marvolo plans to do now?" Anne questioned. "If the Repository is hidden beneath the castle, there’s no way he’ll be able to reach it, right?”

“That I do not know,” Ominis sighed. “He’s already on thin ice with the Ministry for behavioral misconduct. They don’t trust him. He’ll try to be as discreet as possible, so as to avoid drawing any more attention to himself.”

You pondered for a moment, trying to think of everything you knew about Marvolo Gaunt. A powerful wizard with the ability to sneak into another’s mind, sometimes undetected. Raised in a family of pure-blooded dark wizards, where he learned the Unforgivable curses and performed them on Muggles, on his own brother, for fun. Connections to the Ministry, where he’s worked since graduating Hogwarts…

Then, you realized.

Almost every single attack you’d experienced had occurred on Hogwarts grounds, with the only exception being in London where he tried to kidnap you outside of Gregorovitch’s shop.

“He’s…he’s already been sneaking around the castle,” you said breathlessly. “How else could he have been using Legilimency on me? You have to at least be able to see your target.”

“How is that possible? You can’t just apparate into the castle, there are enchantments against that,” Sebastian countered.

“But there’s hidden passages all throughout the school,” you turned to him, thoughts running wild. “Garreth told me about one last year, a one-eyed witch statue with a path that runs to Hogsmeade. He could know about it, or any other secret entrance we aren’t aware of.”

“But that doesn’t explain how you’ve never spotted him,” Anne offered. “If he had to be within a certain range of you, surely you would’ve seen him.”

“Unfortunately, there are many ways to remain out of sight,” Ominis said to Anne, voice grave. “Potions. Invisibility cloaks. Even a Disillusionment charm. If he wanted to remain undetected, he could’ve done so quite easily.”

You thought of Emrys with his cloak, how he’d wholly disappeared without a single trace of magic or trick of light. Just purely invisible. A shudder ran through you. How many times could Marvolo have been there, right beside you, without you knowing?

Sebastian must’ve noticed your nauseous expression because his next words were, “It’s getting late. Perhaps we should continue this conversation tomorrow.”

Anne, sitting next to you, grabbed your hand beneath the table and squeezed it reassuringly. You turned to her and managed a tight smile.

Ominis cleared his throat. “I…apologize. I confess I can’t help but feel somewhat responsible for my eldest brother’s actions. I hope that…” He trailed off, struggling to find the words. But you knew what he wanted to say.

“Ominis, this doesn’t change anything,” You said earnestly. “You’re not liable for the actions of your family. You’re not just another Gaunt, you’re my friend.”

He only nodded in response, his expression softening.

As you all exited the Undercroft, Sebastian insisted on walking you back to Ravenclaw Tower. You tried to argue that it was unnecessary, too far out of his way, but he refused to take no for an answer.

“I’m sorry the ball didn’t go exactly as planned,” Sebastian said.

You shrugged. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Perhaps it was too much to hope for just one normal evening…”

“With an unheard of magical ability and a nickname like Hogwarts' Savior, I think you're much too far past hoping for normal,” he teased. 

There was a comfortable silence between you as you walked the empty corridors, the Prefects given the night off from patrolling past curfew. For a few minutes, the only sound was the ruffle of your gown’s skirts and the soft clack of your heels on the floor with every step you took.

“It means a great deal to Ominis, you know–that you still trust him,” Sebastian said, breaking the silence.

“Of course I do,” you replied firmly. “We’ve all been through a lot together, haven’t we?”

“No doubt about that. I suspect there’s plenty more to come…but whatever it is, we’ll be there to face it with you. Always.”

You felt your heart swell. There was no doubt in your mind that he meant every word.

You couldn’t help but wander back to your dance together, how electrified you felt at his touch as he led you through the steps. How close you’d been to jumping straight off into the deep end—with more than enough witnesses. As if reading your thoughts, Sebastian spoke again.

“I’m glad you agreed to be my date tonight,” he said as you reached the bottom of the Tower. “I can’t imagine fearing the trampling of my toes with anyone else.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful smack on his arm. “I’m a wonderfuldance partner and you know it.”

As he smiled down at you, it seemed as if he were going to say more. Instead, you watched as he slowly took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss right below your knuckles. You felt the shock of it seep through the silk of your gloves and spread steadily across your entire body until your nerves were buzzing. 

“Goodnight,” was all he said before he disappeared back the way you'd come from.

After being frozen-in-place at the bottom of the Tower for what seemed like hours, you began to make the ascent to your common room. You relived the moment over and over in your head with each step.

You could still feel the kiss as you reached the top of the spiral staircase—as if it would remain branded there, on the back of your hand, for all eternity. 

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Chapter 16: Masquerade

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You could feel Sebastian’s eyes on you from across the Charms classroom. It seemed foolish, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

The two of you hadn’t spoken to each other since the incident before dinner the other night. But most of your schoolmates had done more than enough talking. The rumors had already been floating around, their glares and whispers accompanying you in the hallway between classes.

“Ugh—ignore them! They’re just jealous, that’s all,” Samantha had assured you.

And you did, quite easily. By now, you were used to people talking about you. Both good and bad things.

But you hated fighting with Sebastian. You still hadn’t even had the chance to tell him what happened in London. Perhaps it was time to let it go—surely, he wanted to apologize and make it up to you.

You decided you’d talk to him after class.

On your way out of Charms, however, you saw him with Adelaide Oakes. Smiling and laughing. Something ugly twisted in your stomach at the sight of them together.

You turned and walked away.

Midweek, in Defense Against the Dark Arts, you sat down wordlessly next to Sebastian. Unfortunately, it was the one class you had together where you couldn’t avoid him.

“Alright, class, let us begin,” Professor Hecat declared. “Today’s lesson will be a bit different than our usual defensive practices. In preparation for this week’s festivities, I will be instructing you on an equally challenging and dangerous skill: ballroom dancing.”

A few chuckles escaped your classmates.

“Now, if you would, please clear the desks from the middle of the floor and pair up with your partner.”

Merlin, this was going to be awkward. You hadn’t spoken to each other in almost three days and now you had to dance together?

Once the floor was cleared, the two of you stood an arm’s length apart waiting for Hecat’s instruction.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Sebastian broke first, “I overstepped the other day…with Emrys.”

You sighed in relief, then felt a pang of guilt. “Perhaps I was a bit harsh—”

“Now, typically the leading partner will place their right hand at the small of the other’s back,” Hecat began instructing. “Following partners, your left hand will be placed on the leading’s right shoulder. Then, the two of you will clasp your free hands, like so. She was using a pair of students toward the front of the classroom to demonstrate. 

With a flick of her wand, the record player began a slow, classical tune, urging everyone else to follow along. Sebastian moved first, assuming the lead but keeping a respectful distance between you.

“No, you weren’t,” he picked up your previous conversation. “I deserved it. I was an ass.”

You laughed, nodding in agreement.

“I saw you…talking with Adelaide after Charms the other day," you replied casually. "Were you asking her to be your date to the ball?”

Sebastian’s brows furrowed in confusion as he looked down at you. “Of course—”

Professor Hecat interrupted yet again, giving instructions on adding more complicated steps like dips and spins.

“Of course not,” Sebastian said as soon as she finished speaking. “She asked me, but I politely declined.”

“Mr. Sallow, I don’t see any spinning back there!” Professor Hecat was eyeing the two of you.

“Hold on,” he whispered to you and grinned. He quickly spun you out and back into position. You couldn’t help the giggles that escaped you.

The room still seemed to be spinning when he spoke again, “I want to go to the ball with you.”

“...Really?”

“Obviously.”

You smiled. “Well, then, I guess you have a date.”

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“Relax! You’re making me nervous just looking at you,” Samantha chastised at your reflection.

You were seated at the vanity in the dorm room while Samantha stood behind you, styling your hair. She wasn’t lying when she said she was excellent at it. Your hair had been tamed into an elegant updo, and her own fell in dark curls down her back, some of it pulled up in an intricate twist decorated with pearls.

“One final touch,” she said once she finished your hair. She donned your mask for you, tying the ribbon in a perfect bow at the back of your head.

You observed your full reflection in the standing mirror as she affixed her own mask. The gown, the gloves, the shoes, the mask…you definitely didn’t think anyone would be able to recognize you.

The dainty silver chain of your locket was visible around your neck, the locket itself falling into the bodice of the dress. Samantha had begged you to take it off, offering one of her finer necklaces to wear instead, but you refused.

Once the finished touches were made, the two of you met Andrew in the common room. He was dressed in finery, wearing a simple mask of light blue to match Samantha’s dress.

“Wow, you both look amazing!” Andrew complimented, holding his elbow out to Samantha.

“We know,” she smiled, taking his arm.

As the three of you made your way toward the Great Hall, your nervousness melted into excitement at the sight of your schoolmates in their evening attire. The masks, of course, made it difficult to recognize any familiar faces.

You began walking down the Grand Staircase with the rest of the crowd, steeling your nerves when you noticed a trio at the bottom, awaiting your arrival.

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Sebastian Sallow could recall exactly three moments in his life when the wind had been completely and utterly knocked out of him.

Once, when he was first learning to play quidditch at Hogwarts and a teammate had hit him in the stomach with a Bludger.

Another, in a Crossed Wands duel, when he had failed at using Protego fast enough against an exceptionally well cast Depulso.

And now, seeing you descend the Grand Staircase.

Even with the mask, he knew it was you. He was sure he could recognize you anywhere.

“Apologies, we’re a bit late,” you said by way of greeting.

“Oh, Merlin, I didn’t even realize that was you,” Anne said, delighted. “Your dress—it’s even more lovely than you described!”

Sebastian swallowed thickly.

Asking you to be his date had been the only thing on Sebastian’s mind since the ball was announced two weeks ago. In class, during quidditch practice, even in the common room, where he had been forced to listen to Imelda complain about how this week’s match against Gryffindor had been rescheduled due to the festivities.

Unfortunately, he had also been hesitant. He was unsure of how you’d react–if it would be too forward, if he’d cross that line he knew you both tiptoed around constantly…but, after seeing Emrys attempt to steal you away, Sebastian didn’t care what you’d think anymore. He wanted to be the one on your arm tonight. No one else.

Not that he could ever admit that to you.

“No worries, we haven’t been waiting long," Sebastian finally replied after remembering how to form sentences. "Looks like loads of people are still making their way to the Great Hall.”

“Well, we’d better keep up,” a girl in blue urged, appearing from the staircase. Samantha Dale, he realized. “I don’t want to miss another minute!”

With that, the group continued onward. Determined to redeem himself, Sebastian took your arm and looped it through his own. “Fantastic choice of color.”

You laughed and looked down at your skirts. “I had a sneaking suspicion you’d appreciate it.”

“Appreciate” was an understatement. Seeing you in his house color made Sebastian feel almost light-headed.

“I think Slytherin green suits you much better than Ravenclaw blue,” he teased.

Even though you agreed to be his date, Sebastian wasn’t so bold as to assume you felt for him even a fraction of what he felt for you. But going to the ball together was a pleasant sign. A definite maybe.

Even if you only thought of this as some obligation as his best friend and nothing more…he’d still keep hoping.

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Your heart was racing.

You couldn’t stop peeking at Sebastian as he led you through the Great Hall-turned-ballroom. He looked especially handsome dressed in his formal attire, his green mask making his eyes pop.

The Hall was bedecked in finery. Carved pumpkins floated overhead, flickering with candlelight, and the house tables had all been cleared from the middle of the floor. One large banquet table remained, pushed against a far wall and topped with all kinds of foods, cakes, and candies.

A band of instruments played themselves in a corner, filling the Hall with music. A few pairs of witches and wizards danced across the middle of the floor, the rest of the crowd spreading out around them to watch or sitting at smaller round tables closer to the entrance.

Gowns and suits and masks of every shade and style filled the space. A few of your Professors were easier to pick out of the crowd, but most of the students and older-looking figures were lost to you.

Oh right, there’s British Ministry of Magic officials here tonight…

You quickly realized that all of the Ministry witches and wizards wore the same style of golden mask, making them easier to distinguish. Sebastian leaned closer to speak over the music and chatter.

“Ominis says there’s all sorts of position representatives here tonight. He’s got family in the Ministry, though I doubt they’d show up for a school event like this.”

“Really? That’s a bit shocking,” you replied.

“I thought the same, but their family strives for prestige. Can’t get higher than the Ministry, I suppose.”

The six of you found an empty table and decided to take a moment to catch your breaths. You were delighted when Garreth, Natty, and Poppy turned up a few moments later.

“Emrys was supposed to meet me here,” Natty spoke as she sat down next to you. “But he cancelled at the last minute.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Natty,” you replied, feeling slightly awkward since he had originally asked you. She sighed.

“It is alright, he said it was a family emergency,” she leaned in closer and dropped her voice to a whisper. “He lost his mother this past summer. It is why he and his father moved back here. His father originally accepted a position to teach Magical Theory, but hasn’t been coping well with the loss.”

Magical Theory—that was Professor Fig’s old class. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat.

Poor Emrys…

It made sense that he and Natty had grown close. They, unfortunately, came to Hogwarts under very similar circumstances. You suddenly felt guilty over your apprehension towards him and was glad he’d had Natty to turn to.

A few moments later, Professor Black called for everyone’s attention. He made a quick—and rather dramatic—speech about the history of All Hallows’ Eve, and thanked the Ministry officials for their attendance. Professor Weasley then joined to welcome the students. She encouraged you all to enjoy the festivities and take advantage of the opportunity to speak with the Ministry.

Once the music resumed, Sebastian turned to you. “Well, that lengthy speech of Black’s made me thirsty. Would you like a drink or something else from the banquet table?”

You shook your head, too nervous to eat or drink anything. He promised to return swiftly.

“Alright, I’ve had enough sitting around. Let’s go dance!” Samantha said to the table as she stood, taking Andrew with her.

“Oh, I agree!” Poppy chimed in.

Garreth helped her out of her chair, grinning. “I’ll try not to step on your toes too much, but no promises.” An unexpected pair, those two, but you thought they’d work well together. If anyone had the patience for Garreth’s antics, it was Poppy.

“I should probably wait for Sebastian to get back,” you said as Anne and Ominis stood as well.

“Nonsense,” Anne replied. “He’ll find us eventually!”

“You must come keep me company,” Natty said as she pulled you up from your chair.

Before you knew it, you watched with Natty as your friends swept across the floor. Somehow, Anne had coaxed a stubborn Ominis out there as well. It was always hard for him to say no to her, though.

You kept an eye out for Sebastian and found him conversing with a golden-masked wizard by the banquet table.

“I am so glad you and Sebastian finally found each other,” Natty said when she noticed where your attention was. “I was beginning to worry he was as dense as they come.”

You immediately turned back to your friend.

“Oh, we’re not…” you struggled for the word. “We’re not together. We’re just here as…friends.”

Natty’s mouth fell slightly agape, the rest of her expression a bit hard to read behind her mask. “Well, that is definitely not what everyone else seems to think.”

You guessed you were partially to blame for that. You’d done nothing to dispel the rumors circulating about your relationship with Sebastian. Apparently, neither had he.

You weren’t quite sure what to make of that.

As the next song began, a gentleman approached the two of you and asked Natty to dance with him. She quickly looked at you, her eyes seemed to say will you be alright on your own?

You smiled and nodded, and he whisked her away.

Shortly after that song ended, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to find Sebastian standing there, a hand extended toward you.

“Care for a dance? It’d be a bloody shame to put all of Hecat’s training to waste.”

Grinning, you slipped your gloved hand into his. “I suppose a song or two wouldn’t hurt. She’d be so very disappointed without at least one spin.”

As Sebastian led you to the middle of the floor, butterflies began to take flight in your stomach. A slow, romantic piece began to play. He placed a hand at the small of your back and gently pulled you closer. Much closer than in Hecat’s classroom the other day.

You moved together, easily recalling the dance’s steps. About halfway through the song, Sebastian gave you an almost shy smile.

“You look beautiful, by the way,” he said.

“Oh…thank you,” you replied, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat. “You look quite dashing yourself.”

“I guess I do clean up nicely,” he smirked, earning a laugh from you. “Get ready, here comes the spin.”

You twirled outwards in time with the music and the rest of the following partners. When you were pulled back in, you fell into a quick dip, Sebastian’s arms holding you tightly. As he slowly lifted you back upright, your faces mere inches apart, you felt it.

Just like that time in the Undercroft all those weeks ago, the line was completely gone. Only this time, you were absolutely certain Sebastian’s eyes fell to your lips–and lingered there. Heat rushed through you, and you were suddenly overcome with the desire to close the space between you. 

It was as if you were the only two people left in the whole world.

You then had to remind yourself that you were, in fact, not the only two people left in the world. Or even in this room. You were in the middle of a crowded dance floor. In front of hundreds of other witches and wizards.

The realization was like a bucket of ice water dumped over you.

The song ended and you took a slightly-larger-than-necessary step backward. Sebastian, appearing flustered himself, cleared his throat.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Mr. Sallow! Mind if I steal your date here for a dance?”

You turned to find the golden-masked wizard that Sebastian was speaking with earlier. He was tall, dark-haired, and, although the mask obscured most of his face, he appeared to be somewhere in his late twenties.

Sebastian’s grip on your hand tightened. “Actually, we were just leaving.”

“Come now, just one dance, I assure you,” the wizard insisted. “I’ll return her in one piece.”

The exchange was beginning to draw attention. Panicked, you released Sebastian's hand.

“Just one dance," you agreed to the Ministry wizard. 

Sebastian locked eyes with you. Be careful, the look conveyed. You dipped your chin in response, and he walked to the edge of the onlooking crowd in defeat. The golden-masked wizard pulled you into position as a light-hearted song began to play. He led you through the easy steps and conversed with you over the music.

“I’ve heard an awful lot about you,” he said. “They call you Hogwarts’ Savior.”

“Unfortunately, I’m aware,” you replied briskly.

He laughed, voice smooth and deep. It felt…familiar, somehow. “You must be quite proud of such a reputation.”

“That’s one word for it, I suppose.”

“So, have you considered a position with the Ministry after completing your education here?”

“Truthfully, no. My mentor…he was a professor. I’ve more so considered following in his footsteps.”

“Eleazar Fig, yes, I recall–a tragic loss. My condolences,” he said in a tone that lacked any real sympathy. He seemed almost bored.

Suddenly annoyed, you asked, “Is there any particular reason you wanted to speak with me?”

“Just wanted to finally meet you in-person,” the wizard sighed. “My younger brother speaks very highly of you, but I find myself quite disappointed.”

Deciding to ignore the blatant rudeness of the last bit of his sentence, your brows knitted together in confusion. “Younger brother?”

He smiled and something about it made your skin crawl. “Yes, he’s a fellow sixth year student. I believe the two of you have grown quite close over the last year.”

As the wizard led you into a twirl, his grip on your hand tightened. Something hard press against your fingers. 

A ring.

You froze.

“I-I see...and what is your name?”

He pulled you closer and whispered in your ear. Your eyes widened as you finally placed his voice. How could it have taken you this long, when it had haunted you endlessly all these weeks?

“Marvolo Gaunt.”

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Chapter 15: Deception

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You were stunned into momentary silence.

Of course, you had told yourself not to jump to conclusions. But the pieces all made sense. He even admitted to owning the wand at some point. How could he not be the Legilimens?

If he was telling the truth then…then you were almost right back to where you started.

You should’ve known. It was too easy.

You lowered your wand, your face still contorted in anger. You snatched the journal entry up and turned to leave.

“A word of caution, my friend,” Mykew called to you. You stopped in your tracks, but didn’t turn. “Trust no one, where the Hallows are concerned. They only bring danger and deception.”

The Deathly Hallows will only attract danger…isn’t that what Niamh had said to you as well?

Without another word, you exited the shop. You were thankful for the chilly afternoon air. It relieved the heat of frustration that was now coursing through your veins.

You began to make your way towards Filibuster’s, preoccupied by your thoughts, when you felt a hand clamp over your mouth. A strong arm wrapped around your middle and the world shifted as you were Apparated away.

Frantic, you fought and flailed. Your locket had flared to life immediately, its metal hot against your skin. You focused on it, on the magic imbued within, and trusted it to protect you.

Suddenly, your surroundings returned, and you just happened to make out the words Knockturn Alley scrawled on a piece of wood nailed to the cobblestone wall. Your attacker let out a hiss of pain before releasing you. You threw an elbow backward, miraculously coming in contact with what you assumed was a nose—as it made a satisfying crunch—and took off.

Once out of the darkness, your head was on a swivel, trying to make sense of your surroundings. You were back on the main part of Diagon Alley and a swaying sign above you read The Leaky Cauldron. Wherever they were trying to Apparate away to, they hadn’t managed to get very far.

Heavy footsteps were closing in behind you. Without looking back, you threw yourself into the thick crowd still making their way through the streets.

How long has it been? I need to find Garreth, we need to get out of here!

You pushed and shoved your way through the crowd with the terrible feeling of déjà vu. Just last week, at the previous quidditch match, were you in a similar situation. Only this time, you were the one being chased.

The pain throbbing in your temples confirmed exactly who was pursuing you.

You cut between two shops and came out in Carkitt Market once again. Relief flooded you when you saw Garreth exiting Filibuster’s, a concerned look on his face as he observed his surroundings. He was looking for you.

You knew then you’d been gone far too long.

“Garreth!” You shouted, not caring about the strange looks you were beginning to attract. His head turned quickly in your direction, and he began running to meet you.

“There you are! I was worried when you didn’t show up, I waited—what’s wrong?”

You were panting and sweaty and completely shaken, probably appearing quite distressed to your friend.

“We have to get out of here—now!”

Without objection, he grabbed your hand as he pulled something from his pocket. It was the other item he had taken from the mantel before you left Professor Weasley’s bedchambers.

The instant his fingers came into contact with it, you felt yourself being pulled away. The alley around you distorted and blurred, and you were vaguely aware of Garreth’s tight grip on your hand.

You felt yourself hit the ground on your back with a thud.

Groaning, you sat up and found yourself in the grassy clearing of the Bell Tower Courtyard. Cheers from the quidditch pitch echoed in the distance.

Garreth, who was already standing, pulled you to your feet.

“Sorry for the lack of warning, I forget how aggressive portkey travel can be.”

So that’s what he had taken. You saw now that it was a silver compact mirror, an elegant design with a cursive M.W. script engraved on the lid. He rewrapped the portkey in its cloth and tucked it safely into his pocket.

“No worries, I’m just glad we made it back in one piece.”

Just then, you heard Lucan declare the match’s outcome. “Sebastian Sallow captures the Golden Snitch! Slytherin wins!”

“And just in time for the finale!” Garreth exclaimed excitedly.

At once, a dozen or so fireworks began to erupt around the pitch. Garreth’s distraction.

Despite what had happened back in London, you felt yourself grinning at the colorful sparks now decorating the evening sky. “You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, Garreth.”

“Why, thank you,” he replied, bending at the waist in a mock bow. “Come on, then, let’s get this portkey back before my aunt realizes it’s gone.”

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Luckily, Garreth didn’t ask too many questions about what happened in Diagon Alley. You didn’t offer an explanation, either.

Whether it was because he respected your privacy or made his own conclusions, you were thankful. But you did owe him something for all the risks he’d taken in getting you there and back.

When you said as much, he just shook his head. “If anything, I owe you for all those favors last year. And, you know, for saving the school. Besides, it’s what friends are for, right?”

The only question he did ask about your trip was, “Did you find what you were looking for?”

You had only given him a vague, “Sort of.”

Once back in your common room, you sent Sebastian an owl letting him know of your safe return and congratulating him on his victory. Then, you decided to take a nice, long bath in the Ravenclaw lavatories.

Only then did you allow yourself to contemplate what had happened. How poorly a turn things could’ve taken if you’d been kidnapped.

Merlin, you were almost kidnapped.

What was the Legilimens doing in London, anyway? Was it pure coincidence, or had he somehow managed to find out where you were going? You hadn’t had any attacks from his Legilimency in days…had he learned to sneak into your mind without notice?

These thoughts plagued you, bringing on a headache. You sank your head beneath the steaming water and tried to wash the worries away.

As you were preparing yourself for dinner, Samantha burst into your dorm room full of excitement.

“You’ll never guess–oh, glad to see you’re out of bed and feeling better–you’ll never guess what just happened!”

You smiled at her delighted expression. “If I’ll never guess, you’d better just tell me.”

“Andrew just asked me to be his date for the ball!” She squealed, clutching your shoulders. Your mouth fell open in shock.

“We were walking back from the quidditch match–remember, I told you he invited me to sit with him and a few of our other housemates–and he just blurted it out,” Samantha continued, giving you a slight shake. “Oh, he was blushing furiously!”

“I thought you wanted to go with Emrys?”

She released you to cross her arms and huff. “That bloke has half the school practically throwing themselves at him, and he refuses to accept any of their invitations! He seems quite full of himself, if you ask me.”

“Well, Andrew is a very amiable wizard,” you replied. “I’m sure he’ll be the perfect date.”

���My thoughts exactly,” Samantha smirked. “We’re going to Hogsmeade first thing tomorrow morning. We need to look spectacular next weekend. That Sallow is simply waiting for the perfect moment to ask you, I’m sure of it.”

To that, you had no response.

Shortly after, the two of you began to make your way to the Great Hall for dinner. Samantha was rambling about what colors best suited your complexion when you both stopped abruptly.

Emrys has stepped into your path.

“A moment of your time, if you’d be so kind, Savior.”

You and Samantha gave each other a quick sideways glance before she hesitantly let go of your arm. You didn’t fail to notice the disapproving once-over she gave to Emrys before she hmphed and kept walking.

“Alright, let’s hear it, then,” you sighed sarcastically. “What do you need this time?”

He smiled. “You wound me! Do I have to want something to enjoy the pleasure of your company? Can’t one friend simply check in with another?”

“Oh, so we’re friends?”

“Aren’t we?” He shrugged a shoulder. “I appreciate your discretion regarding my…escapade last night.”

You nodded, still uneasy about your encounter in the Restricted Section. You wanted to know more about his invisibility cloak and was about to ask just that when he went on.

“Anyways, I’m sure you’re as excited for the upcoming ball as everyone else seems to be. Already picked out a dress, no doubt.”

You glanced past him at the passing students making their way to the Great Hall. Some blatantly eyed the two of you as they walked by, whispering to each other and exchanging weighted looks.

“Not yet, but Samantha seems to have that all planned out for me.”

Emrys laughed and kept talking. You had gotten distracted by a trio of Slytherins drawing closer and missed the last of his words. As if he could feel your gaze, Sebastian’s eyes cut to yours, narrowing slightly once he realized who you were speaking with.

“Sorry, what was that?” You said, returning your attention to Emrys.

“I asked if you’d like to attend the ball…with me. As my date.”

Shocked was an understatement. You couldn’t hide the confusion on your face at his request, even if you tried.

“Not quite the reaction I was hoping for,” Emrys chuckled, seemingly nervous.

You cleared your throat in an attempt to regain your composure. What in the world is happening? “Oh, I’m sorry, I just–”

“She’s already going with someone else,” a third voice said sternly. Sebastian now stood beside you, arms crossed.

Standing a few paces away, Anne had her hand clamped over her mouth to hide her smile, refusing to look in your direction. Ominis was just shaking his head, annoyed. A few other nosy onlookers lingered in the reception hall to watch the scene unfold.

Emrys, to his credit, just smiled and held up his hands in playful surrender. “I wasn’t aware…my mistake, then.”

With a quick nod to you, the Gryffindor went on his way.

Once he was out of earshot, you whipped your head to Sebastian. Your cheeks had grown hot, mortified by the entire exchange.

“Sebastian! What in Merlin’s name do you think you’re doing?” You whispered angrily, trying to keep your voice down.

“Saving you! Oh, don’t tell me you were going to say yes–” Sebastian replied in the same manner, a hint of disgust in his tone.

“What if I was?” you cut him off. “Emrys is decent enough, we’re friends–”

“Well, I don’t trust him–”

“And no one else has asked me!”

He went silent at that. You realized your insinuation and cursed yourself.

“So, maybe I wasn’t going to accept his offer,” you quickly continued, “but you certainly had no right to make that decision for me.”

Before he could say anything more, you fled from the conversation and its unfortunate spectators.

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“I’ve chosen these to start with, arranged from simple stunner to jaw-droppingly gorgeous!”

Samantha had a pile of dresses arranged on the low couch in front of the dressing screen. The two of you were in Gladrags Wizardwear, perusing the newest arrivals. Augustus Hill had a shipment of the most popular evening gowns of the time period delivered to his shop as soon as he caught wind of the Hallows’ Eve Ball.

You marveled at the silky fabrics and beaded bodices, each one beautiful in its own way. Mr. Hill had assured you that every dress was uniquely made, so no witch would have to worry about wearing the same gown as another.

However, with only one week left to go, the stock was quickly dwindling. You touched a ruffle and sighed.

You hadn’t spoken to Sebastian since yesterday evening. You knew he had been trying to catch your eye in the Great Hall at dinner, but you had pointedly ignored him. He had not only embarrassed you, but he also didn’t seem the slightest bit remorseful about it!

And he still hadn’t asked you to the ball. Perhaps that’s what frustrated you the most.

“I think you should try the gold one first,” you said to Samantha. It was styled from a shiny golden fabric, the hem beaded and shimmering like galleons.

“Alright, and I think the purple one first for you,” Samantha replied.

You scrunched your nose at the poofy sleeves and outrageously ruffled backside of the dress she gestured to. It was definitely your least favorite of the selections, but you’d humor her. This routine went on for a while as you both tried on all kinds of colors and styles. The purple one looked hideous, of course. Samantha had laughed and said you reminded her of a fwooper.

She eventually decided on a light blue dress decorated with white lace and ribbons, pairing it with white satin gloves that went up to her elbows.

“At least try to look like you’re enjoying yourself,” Samantha teased.

You stared into the mirror as you tried on your seventh dress, a crease between your tense brows. You relaxed them immediately.

“I am! I’m sorry, I just…”

Samantha gave you a sympathetic look. “How about the green, then? I saved the best for last!”

She had seen you staring longingly at the emerald fabric on the hanging wrack and had refused to try it on for herself. You’d subconsciously been avoiding it because it reminded you a bit too much of Slytherin green.

You grabbed the dress and disappeared behind the screen to put it on.

It really was beautiful.

It was short sleeved with a wide neck, exposing your décolletage. The neckline was trimmed in black beading, which continued over the middle of the bodice in swirling patterns. The skirts were cut from layers of satin, which swept elegantly across the front of the dress before meeting at the backside. 

Mr. Hill had said this style was all the rage in France as he gave you a pair of black satin gloves, similar to Samantha’s, to finish the look.

Samantha gasped when she saw you. “This is the one! You simply cannot leave without it, I forbid you.”

Looking in the mirror, you felt both excited and uncomfortable seeing yourself in the color. It seemed…too bold.

“Don’t think I forgot about these,” Mr. Hill appeared again. He had an elegant mask in each hand. One white, one black.

When you paired the black mask with the rest of the outfit, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. Which was kind of the point, you guessed.

Samantha came to stand next to you in front of the mirror, an arm wrapped around your shoulders as she gave you a quick squeeze.

“Just as I said…spectacular.” 

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Chapter 14: Wandmaker

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You couldn’t sleep.

You were exhausted, of course. Between helping Anne with her assignments in the library, catching up on your own studies in the Room of Requirement, and training in the Undercroft with Sebastian every night after dinner, the week had absolutely tired you.

But tomorrow, you and Garreth would sneak away to London.

You’d sent him an owl the previous afternoon, agreeing to his plan. You’d met up earlier that day to discuss specifics. Now, your nerves made you restless.

Tomorrow morning, you’d feign sickness. A cold, blamed on the ever-increasing chill in the air. Many students began to have similar symptoms from the change in weather, so it was believable enough. Garreth’s excuse for missing the game was that he needed to use the time to catch up on schoolwork, which wasn’t entirely a lie.

You tossed and turned, switched from laying on your side to your back, stared helplessly at the base of the bunk above you. Your locket clinked softly around your neck with each movement.

Your mind couldn’t help but wander to last school year, when sneaking around and breaking into locked rooms around the school was no big deal. When Professor Fig was there, encouraging you to explore, but to never neglect your studies.

Professor Fig…you missed him.

You tried to push the image of his last moments from your thoughts by shifting focus to the masquerade ball.

Poppy had been right. Professor Black had made an announcement at dinner that same night, just as she said, claiming it as the “Hallows' Eve Ball.”

Unfortunately for the younger students, attendance was only allowed for sixth and seventh years. The headmaster would be extending invitations to Ministry officials for the festivities, saying it was to help older students make connections that might aid in selecting a career after Hogwarts.

The ball was the hot topic around the school for the rest of the week. It was all Samantha talked about anymore, relentlessly declaring that you both needed to go shopping in Hogsmeade as soon as possible, before all the more beautiful gowns and masks were taken.

She also mentioned the necessity of a date.

While it wasn’t explicitly required, already students were pairing up, promising to attend the ball together. Some took it a step further, asking their desired partner with some big romantic gesture that had onlooking students swooning. Or seething with jealousy.

You tried not to blush too furiously when Samantha asked if you had someone in mind. Of course, she already knew your answer. She just wanted you to admit your feelings already.

You’d rather be swallowed by a Dugbog.

Samantha, however, had gushed about her desire to go with Emrys. As did many of your peers. Being the mysterious, and objectively attractive, new student had its perks.

You sighed, not any closer to sleep than you were before. Perhaps you just needed a change of scenery…

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You snuck through the halls using Disillusionment, careful to avoid any of the patrolling Prefects.

Your plan was to sneak out to the Bell Tower Courtyard for some fresh air. Although you could’ve easily gone to the roof of Ravenclaw Tower, you thought a longer walk might better clear your head.

As you made your way past the library, you felt something brush against you. You turned, startled, to find…nothing. Then, you watched in astonishment as the library door opened and closed on its own.

Someone else is sneaking about…

It was odd, since Disillusionment was practically ineffective if you were looking directly at the user. You should’ve at least seen some flicker of their image beneath the lights outside of the library’s entrance.

Suddenly curious, you decided to follow after them.

By the time you made it down the stairs, careful to stick to the shadows, you had lost them. Until you heard a faint click of a lock coming undone.

The Restricted Section…

You quickly made your way there, and found the door slightly ajar. You continued onward, down the steps to the lower portion of the Restricted Section.

As you snuck into the room below, still hidden, you tried to stifle your gasp.

Emrys suddenly appeared, as if out of thin air, tossing a shimmering piece of fabric from around his shoulders to hang over his arm. A cloak.

An invisibility cloak.

He quickly turned his head in your direction at the sound you’d failed to conceal. His wand was immediately drawn, eyes narrowed.

“Who’s there? Show yourself.”

Cursing internally, you removed your charm and stood.

Emrys sagged with visible relief, lowering his wand. “Bloody hell, I thought you were Peeves.”

Then, it hit you. The bet he’d made with Garreth. That’s why he was here.

“Are you stalking me, Savior? Or is this just some kind of crazy coincidence?” He said teasingly. You rolled your eyes at the nickname.

“A bit of both, I guess,” you replied. “I was sneaking around myself when I saw the library door mysteriously open all on its own.”

“I see—guess I should be more careful. So, what’s got you wandering about?”

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you admitted. Your eyes dropped to the shimmering cloak still draped over his other arm. “What’ve you got there?”

Emrys looked down at the cloak, hesitating to reply.

“A family heirloom,” was all he said.

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate. After a few seconds of silence, it became clear he didn’t plan on explaining any further.

Suddenly feeling awkward, you cleared your throat. “Well, now that I know it’s just you, I’ll be on my way. You’ve got a scroll to find, right?”

A flicker of confusion briefed his face before he smiled. “Oh, right! Yes, for Garreth.

“Do me a favor?” He continued after a beat. “Per our agreement, I technically wasn’t supposed to ask for any help, so don’t mention it to him. He’ll call me a cheat if he finds out.”

“Alright—good luck, then.”

After bidding Emrys farewell, you recast your spell and snuck back through the library. Deciding you’d had enough adventure, you slowly retraced your steps to Ravenclaw Tower.

You weren’t sure why, but you’d had a peculiar feeling in your gut since your encounter with Emrys. It gnawed at you, making you wonder whether or not he had something to hide.

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You paced anxiously outside the entrance to the Faculty Tower, waiting for Garreth.

The castle was eerily quiet, with all the students and faculty down at the pitch for the match. It should be starting any minute now.

“Sorry for the delay, I was getting everything set up,” Garreth suddenly called as he walked up to you. You were both dressed in casual clothing to better blend into the London atmosphere. Nothing that would suggest you were students besides—unfortunately—your age.

You walked up the stairs cautiously, just in case anyone was still lingering in the corridors. Once you reached Professor Weasley’s door, you quickly cast Alohomora and the door’s lock clicked open.

Garreth led the way in, crossing the room to a fireplace in the corner. Using a quick Confringo cast, he lit a fire within it. He then reached up to the mantel where a jar of green, sparkly Floo powder sat and grabbed a handful.

He also swiped something else. You couldn’t make out what it was before he stuffed it into his pocket.

“Now, make sure to be very clear in your pronunciation,” Garreth said. “Just throw the powder onto the flames, step in, and say Diagon Alley. Try to keep your eyes shut to avoid soot getting in them. Here, I’ll go first.”

He threw the powder into the flames, making them turn emerald green in color, before stepping right into the fire. After a shout of his desired destination, the flames engulfed him and he vanished. The fire flickered once before returning to its normal state.

You gulped. Too late to turn back now. You grabbed your own fistful of the powder, copying Garreth’s movements exactly. You hesitantly stepped into the flames, astonished to find no heat from them.

Here goes nothing…

You shouted your destination, hoping it was clear enough, and shut your eyes tightly.

When you opened them again, you found yourself standing on a cobblestone street, the chatter of the alley’s crowd filling your ears. The first thing you noticed was the hustle and bustle of witches and wizards. There was barely any room to move in the narrow space.

You felt a hand grab your shoulder, and you turned to find Garreth smiling down at you.

“Pretty neat, right?” He said excitedly. “We’ve only got about an hour before we should head back, so let’s not waste any time.”

You nodded. “I’d like to see Carkitt Market. I’m interested in that wandmaker you mentioned a few weeks ago...Gregorovitch, I believe.”

“Right this way,” Garreth replied, and began leading you through the crowd.

You couldn’t help but marvel at the sights around you. Colorful shops lined the alleyway, selling all kinds of wizarding wares. You saw signs for a Flourish and Blotts, a Magical Menagerie, and even an Ollivander’s. At the very end of the alley was the entrance to Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

You followed closely behind Garreth, who veered into an offshoot to the right of the main alley. You stared upward in awe at the glass panes that began to cover the side-alley, set in intricate patterns of wrought iron to form a roof.

The crowd was much less dense here, allowing you to walk side by side.

“This place is incredible,” you said to your friend. “Not as homely as Hogsmeade, but…”

“Lively,” Garreth finished for you. “It’s almost always like this, too–hard not to get swept up in it. My family and I shop here often, and this is where I get my school supplies every year.”

Thankfully, it was so busy that no one really paid you any mind. Everyone seemed to be moving with purpose towards their own goal, fluttering from shop to shop, holding wrapped parcels containing their latest purchase.

“I believe it’s somewhere around here–there!” Garreth exclaimed. You saw a small shop outlined with elegant purple columns of wood, the words Wands by Gregorovitch stamped across the entryway in golden swirling script.

“Will you be alright on your own? I’d like to pay a visit to Filibuster’s while I’m here,” Garreth spoke again. He gestured to an even smaller shop across the alley, with the words Dr. Filibuster’s Fireworks painted above the shop’s door. Fitting.

“Yes, I shouldn’t be too long. I’ll meet you over there once I’m finished.”

You parted ways, suddenly nervous about your confrontation with Mykew. Your hand fell gently to where you knew your locket dangled, hidden beneath your sweater, for comfort.

You walked casually into the shop, surprised to find it empty of patrons. No sign of its owner.

You wandered deeper in, the shop much larger on the inside than it appeared from the alley. The walls were lined with shelves full of neatly stacked wand boxes. Much more organized than the chaotic state Mr. Ollivander seemed to keep his store in. The wooden floors were polished and gleaming in the soft candlelight.

At the very back of the space was a dark oak counter, a register and a bell resting atop it. A door was located off to the right, propped open.

After a deep breath, you tapped lightly on the golden bell. The twinkling sound bounced off the walls, and a few moments later, you heard a voice shout something in a thick accent that you couldn’t quite understand.

Then, there he was. Mykew Gregorovitch was tall with shoulder-length dark hair, and a short beard. Although Garreth had said he was in his early twenties, he looked older than you were expecting.

When he saw you standing at the counter, you waited for some flash of recognition to cross his face. Something that might indicate he knew who you were. But all he did was give you a tight-lipped smile and ask in that strange accent, “How can I help you today?”

“Mr. Gregorovitch, I presume?”

“Yes, that is me. Is this your first time visiting my shop?”

You nodded politely. “I’ve heard some very interesting things about your wands, I simply had to come see them for myself.”

“Ah, wonderful!” His demeanor shifted into elation. “I am so very glad you have heard great things. I do make some of the most powerful wands in the wizarding world. Come, let me show you.”

He walked from around the counter to one of the many shelves. You followed closely behind him, stopping once he pulled a wand box off the shelf. He took the lid off and held out its contents to you. Resting within was a wand of a dark wood you didn’t recognize.

“Hawthorn,” Mykew said, reading your expression. “No other wandmaker has dared to try this wood, as its parent tree is full of contradiction. The leaves and blossoms of the hawthorn possess great healing ability, but, when cut, its branches smell of death.

“This is reflected in the wand’s conflicting nature, making it very formidable yet very difficult to wield,” he continued. “Many wizards have come to my shop in search of my hawthorn wands. Only a few have met successful outcomes.”

“How amazing, Mr. Gregorovitch!”

Obviously affected by your flattery, Mykew beamed. “I know, it is quite special. I have something of a natural gift when it comes to wandmaking.”

“You most certainly do. Please, tell me, how did you manage to wield such temperamental material?”

At that question, he hesitated. His eyes fell to yours, as if he was trying to peer into your thoughts. As if…as if he might be able to do just that.

You tried to calm your erratic heartbeat, waiting for his Legilimency to attack your mind. But it never came. His stormy expression passed, and he returned the wand back to its spot on the shelf with delicate care. He moved back toward the counter, as if your question had made him uncomfortable.

Clearly, you touched a nerve. Perfect. You decided to press on.

“I once heard rumors of a rare type of wand wood,” you began, meeting him once again at the back of the shop. “It is said to contain the most powerful magic. I thought this might be hawthorn, but hearing you speak of it now, I don’t think that’s it.”

His dark eyes shot to yours again, narrowing. You innocently scratched your chin, as if in deep thought.

“Yes, I do believe it had another name...but I can’t quite recall. Do you know of it, Mr. Gregorovitch?”

“...Elder. You must be thinking of elder wood.”

“Ah, that’s it!” you pointed at him. “You would know all about that particular wand wood, wouldn’t you, Gregorovitch? Or shall I just call you M.G. instead?”

You took the old journal entry from your pocket and slammed it on the counter. You were suddenly very angry at this wizard, this awful wizard who had been tormenting you for weeks.

“You tried to take it from the twin’s tombs, didn’t you? You knew exactly what had been buried down there.”

Mykew’s eyes widened as he stared at the paper. Then, he returned his glare to you.

“You know not what you speak of, child! Go, get out of my sight!”

“How have you been sneaking onto Hogwarts grounds? I know it's you! This proves it!”

The man’s expression went from irritated to puzzled. “I have no interest in that wizarding daycare.”

“You’re a liar!” you drew your wand. Your ancient magic itched beneath your skin, ready to strike. You wanted him to admit it. You wanted him gone, taken to Azkaban and never seen again.

As if he could sense your rising power, Gregorovitch balked further. “Alright, fine! I did take the wand from the tomb, but I no longer possess it. It was stolen from me, mere weeks ago!”

“And you think it was me?”

He stared at you, dumbfounded, before he scoffed. “Child, I happened to catch a glimpse of my thief the night it was taken. He was most certainly not you.”

Now it was your turn to look puzzled. Mykew crossed his arms and continued on, returning his attention to the journal entry.

“Although I can see why you would think this was me, I regret to inform you…that is not my penmanship. I admit I discovered the Elder Wand many years before this date."

Your heart sank. Mykew went on.

"I am not this M.G.”

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I apologize, but unfortunately there won’t be any new updates this week! Life has been busy lately (all good things), and I haven’t had time to finalize the next few chapters to post.

I’m very grateful to those of you who have been following along, both here and on Wattpad! I love seeing your comments and shares, and I’m so glad you’re enjoying my story ♡

Lots of exciting things to come in future chapters, so I want them to be perfect. Thank you for your patience & understanding!

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Chapter 13: Truths

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“It looks like a journal entry,” Sebastian said after he finished reading the note. “There’s a date at the top from over a year ago.”

Your mind began racing.

M.G…why does that feel familiar…?

“You’ve got that look on your face,” he spoke again, drawing your attention.

“What look?”

“You make a face when you’re thinking really hard or struggling to piece things together,” Sebastian replied and did his own imitation. Your eyes narrowed at him.

“And that’s the face you make when you’re annoyed, specifically with me.”

You scoffed at his ridiculousness. “The initials, I’m trying to recall where I recognize them.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ve come across loads of names with those initials,” Sebastian shrugged. “But the note also specifically says wizard, meaning they must be male. That should narrow down our options quite a bit.”

“A male wizard with the initials M.G.,” you pondered aloud, arms crossed as you wracked your brain, “and an interest in the Deathly Hallows, specifically the Elder Wand…”

The Elder Wand…wands…M.G…

You gasped.

“Mykew Gregorovitch!” you exclaimed to Sebastian.

“Uh–what was that?” He replied, one eyebrow raised in confusion.

“He’s a wandmaker,” you clarified, astonished. “With a reputation for creating powerful wands, and his initials are M.G.”

Sebastian’s eyes widened. “Bloody hell…”

“His shop is somewhere in London–Carkitt Market, I believe. Have you heard of it?”

He shook his head. “Can’t say I’ve ever been to London.”

You thought for a moment, then smiled in realization.

“Well, then, it’s a good thing we know someone who has.”

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The next day, you walked to Potions with newfound purpose.

You were a major step closer to unmasking who had been haunting you all these weeks. While Gregorovitch seemed like the ideal candidate, you didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. There was still the matter of how he was getting around Hogwarts unnoticed, close enough to you to perform Legilimency. It was possible he wasn’t working alone.

But the discovery of the journal entry gave you a direction to go in. And that gave you confidence.

Once settled at your potions station, you said hello to your friends as you unpacked your things.

“Nicely done this weekend,” you congratulated the two Gryffindors with a smile.

Natty thanked you and replied, “No hard feelings, I hope.”

“I’m just impressed we held up as long as we did,” Samantha said, chin in her hand. “I was honestly expecting a lot worse of a beating.”

While Samantha and Natty conversed together about the match, Garreth turned to you with a grin. “It was loads of fun! Can’t wait to see how we fare against Slytherin in two weeks.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Weasley,” Imelda taunted in passing, headed toward her own station.

Garreth glared at her as she walked away.

“Garreth,” you began, “I recall you saying you’re from London, correct?”

He returned his attention to you and nodded. “Just outside the city proper. Dad’s been talking about moving to the countryside but—”

“Right,” you politely interrupted before he went off on another one of his long-winded tangents. “I’ve been curious…how long is the journey here, to Scotland? I’ve been eager to take a trip to Diagon Alley since I’ve yet to see it.”

“Unfortunately, it’s a trek!” Garreth sighed. “About seven hours by train. I usually try to sleep the entire ride to Hogsmeade from King’s Cross Station.”

You nodded, feeling yourself deflate. You knew it was far, but that was definitely too far to travel by broom.

“But there are other, quicker means of transportation, if you really fancy a visit to London,” he leaned in a bit closer to whisper. “My aunt has Floo Powder access to Diagon Alley, right from her chambers. Special Deputy Headmistress privileges.

“She’ll be distracted for a while during the quidditch match at the end of the week,” he continued conspiratorially, “I can go with you, if you’d like.”

Your eyes widened. It was risky, and you didn’t want to betray Professor Weasley’s trust…but this was important.

“Take the week to think about it,” Garreth went on. “Let me know by the day before the match, and I might just be able to create an even bigger distraction to buy us some more time.”

You nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Garreth, I will.”

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As soon as class was dismissed, you cautiously approached Professor Sharp’s desk. 

“Professor Sharp? I wanted to apologize again, I—”

Sharp, without looking up from his writing, said, “There’s no need. Meet me back here after Charms, I’d like to continue our lessons.”

Your mouth hung open, momentarily speechless, before you simply nodded in response.

As you exited the classroom to head to Charms, you found Sebastian waiting for you just outside the door.

“Where’s Ominis?” You asked.

“I told him to go on ahead,” he replied, falling into step beside you. “I wanted to ask about your plans…with Garreth.”

You dropped your voice low, “He mentioned Professor Weasley having a Floo Powder transport in her chambers, it can take me directly to Diagon Alley. I’ll have to sneak in during the quidditch match, while everyone’s distracted.”

Sebastian's face twisted into one of slight apprehension.

“What is it?” you questioned, reading his expression. He hesitated a moment before replying. 

“I’ll be playing in the match against Hufflepuff this week, so I won’t be able to go with you,” he said. Before you could argue, he went on, “I know you’re more than capable of handling it yourself, but I’m still a bit worried about you going there alone.”

He glanced at you sideways, awaiting your response. Your lips fell into a soft smile.

“We’ll just have to do some spare training in the Undercroft this week, then. And Garreth said he’d go with me, so I won’t be completely alone,” you assured. “I’ll try to avoid divulging too much detail about the real reason for the trip.

“I’m sorry I may have to miss your first match of the season, though,” you continued. “I was looking forward to seeing you play.”

Sebastian huffed a sigh, rather dramatically, you might add. “I suppose I’ll forgive you this once. I’m quite confident in our victory, but I’ll try to drag the match out as long as I can—give you as much time as possible to get back.”

“Garreth mentioned having a solution for that as well, although the thought of it made me slightly unnerved,” you joked. “He said he could ‘create an even bigger distraction’.”

“Knowing Weasley, it’ll most likely be quite…explosive.”

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When you entered the Charms classroom, you noticed Poppy staring intensely at a piece of parchment. As you took your seat next to her, you saw a mess of symbols and arrows. Quidditch plays, you realized.

“Oh, good morning!” Poppy greeted you as you sat. “How was Potions?”

“Sharp assigned another essay, this time on Veritaserum,” you huffed. “We’re still waiting on our potions to finish brewing.”

Poppy cringed. “Yikes, well, at least the term is almost halfway through!”

You pondered her words. With everything going on, you had failed to realize October was quickly drawing closer and closer to its end.

“Rumor has it that Professor Black will be announcing a ball tonight at dinner,” Poppy leaned in closer to whisper. “A masquerade!”

“Really?” You said, unable to hide your fascination.

You’d never been to a ball before, much less a masquerade. Your ballroom dancing skills were mediocre at best, but you could practice. And any excuse to wear a beautiful dress appealed greatly to you.

Poppy nodded, grinning. “Overheard Professors Garlick and Howin discussing it when we were leaving the quidditch match the other day. Set two weeks from now, on All Hallows’ Evening.”

“That’s rather festive of him,” you replied sarcastically. “I wonder what’s got the headmaster in the holiday spirit.”

“No idea,” she shrugged. “We’ve never had one before. They used to hold a Yule Ball during the Triwizard Tournaments…before they were banned.”

“Alright, my friends, settle down,” Professor Ronen announced as he descended the stairs from his office. “Today we will be taking our lesson outside of the classroom. Now, if you would please follow me.”

You and Poppy glanced at each other in confusion before standing.

It wasn’t unlike Professor Ronen to surprise the class with a more thrilling and involved lesson, but you were supposed to be learning the cleaning charm Scourgify today. However, if anyone could manage to make that exciting, it would be Professor Ronen.

The class filed out the doors and followed Ronen through the halls of the school. He eventually led you outside, past the Bell Tower courtyard, down to where Professor Howin held her Beasts classes.

There were a few beasts in the pins: Kneazles, Mooncalves, and Puffskiens.

“As I mentioned last week, we will be learning Scourgify,” Professor Ronen said. “Today, we will use this charm to help Professor Howin clean the beasts and their pins.”

A few students stifled their groans. Poppy, however, was delighted.

After learning and practicing the incantation, Professor Ronen divided the class into three groups, one for each of the beasts’ pins. He and Professor Howin would walk between the groups, offering helpful suggestions to those struggling.

You, Poppy, Natty, Nellie, Sebastian, and Ominis stood around the Mooncalf pin, the four wide-eyed creatures staring right back at the six of you.

“Each of us takes a Mooncalf and the remaining two clean the pin?” Poppy suggested.

No one wanted to clean the pin, obviously, even if the charm made it much easier. You grabbed six stalks of tall grass to draw straws with, and you all agreed that the two who pulled the shortest ones would take on the worse task.

You and Sebastian stared at each other in disbelief as everyone held out their grass stalks. You both had drawn the short straws.

Once the rest of the group split off to wrangle their Mooncalves, Sebastian turned to you and sighed. 

“As if we didn’t have enough rubbish to deal with already...”

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You sat next to Professor Sharp at one of the potion stations. He had been standing at a cauldron when you entered, pouring some of whatever he had brewed into a vial.

“I’ve been reflecting on your current…predicament,” Professor Sharp said finally. “Has there been any more developments as of late?”

You nodded and informed him about what happened at the quidditch match.

“As I suspected. I believe your ancient magic has allowed your skills of Legilimency to develop much faster than any I’ve ever encountered,” Sharp began. “It’s made you into a Legilimens, a rather powerful one at that.

“Last week, you entered my mind without me even noticing. That’s…never happened to me before,” he confessed. “I, myself, became an Occlumens during my Auror training. No one had been able to access my mind since.”

No wonder he had been so surprised. You shuttered, as if you could shake the magical ability out of you.

Sharp went on. “This is most likely why you’ve struggled with Occlumency. These are already hard enough abilities to master, and it’s even more rare for one to be excelled in both. It can take many years of training, as I have had. Luckily, your locket’s enchantment has aided you in your mental protection.”

He held up the vial of clear liquid. It looked like water, and when he unstopped the cork, there was no odor.

Veritaserum, you thought as he handed it to you. He must’ve been brewing it for some time now.

“We’re going to try an experiment,” Sharp declared. “In some cases, Occlumency can be used to withstand the effects of Veritaserum. I’d like to see if your locket’s enchantments work against the potion as well, if you’re alright with that.”

You held the vial cautiously. Clearly, Sharp was concerned about you accidentally poking around in his head again if he tried Legilimency on you. You supposed this was his compromise.

It would come in handy to know if I could withstand a truth serum…

“Alright,” you agreed.

“Just as we’ve been practicing, steel your mind and trust in your magic to aid you. The goal is not to mention anything about your…particular powers.”

You nodded, and, before you could think better of it, quickly swallowed the potion.

There was no taste. A calming, cloudiness filled your mind, the only sign that the potion was working. You felt your clenched jaw relax.

“Did you come to Hogwarts as a fifth year student?” Professor Sharp questioned.

“Yes,” you answered immediately, and your stomach clenched with nerves at the inability to stop yourself. You felt your locket grow warm underneath your robes.

“To what Hogwarts house were you sorted?”

“Ravenclaw.”

“And why were you late for your Sorting Ceremony?”

That was a loaded question, but you were able to somewhat deflect your answer to avoid speaking of your ancient magic.

“The carriage I was traveling in was attacked by a hostile dragon.”

“What did you discover in Vault 12 at Gringotts?”

This one was a bit trickier. Your locket warmed further, and you felt the fog in your mind clear slightly. The enchantments were helping, even if only a bit.

“A hidden doorway–one only I could open. It led to a Pensieve.”

Sharp nodded, pleased. He continued.

“Where did you have your final battle with Ranrok?”

“Below Hogwarts.”

“Be more specific.”

In a hidden repository, one that houses ancient magic, you almost said. You bit down on your tongue, tried to resist the potion’s effects. You felt your palms begin to sweat as your locket grew even warmer.

“How did you defeat him?” Sharp fired off another question.

“Using���magic…” you struggled for an answer. Your head began to ache terribly as you focused on your words, on shielding your thoughts.

“What kind of magic?”

Your lips parted slightly, but no words escaped. The fog in your mind cleared further with each second, as if your locket and ancient magic were working together to clear a path through it. It was difficult, but you concentrated on it, on the clarity that it provided you.

“Magic I learned…here. At Hogwarts.”

Not exactly the truth, but not a lie, either. You had applied the spells you’d learned from your professors during your battle with Ranrok.

The fog in your mind was mostly gone now, and you began to feel more in control of your thoughts. Whether it was from the potion wearing off or your magic dispelling of it, you weren’t certain.

“Do you possess a rare form of magic?”

“No,” you lied easily. Sharp looked at you with satisfied surprise.

“Impressive,” he replied. “That dose of serum should’ve lasted for another five minutes. Well done.”

You sighed happily, relieved at your success.

“That was only a small dose, not very potent, but it’s good progress,” Sharp stated before you could relish too long in your victory. “We’ll keep practicing.”

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Chapter 12: Secrets

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You assured Sebastian that a visit to the hospital wing was unnecessary.

Instead, the two of you went straight to the Undercroft, having previously planned to meet there with Ominis and Anne after the game.

You spent the last few minutes putting Aguamenti to good use, drinking and refilling a glass of water with the charm. Mercifully, your temperature had decreased significantly during your walk back to the castle.

“I performed Legilimency again,” you confessed after finishing your third cup of water. “I wanted to. I was so angry—I wanted to know if they had information…about the tombs Niamh told us to look for.”

You looked down at your hands, clasped in front of you.

“Does…does that make me just as bad as them?”

Sebastian was quiet for a moment, weighing his next words carefully.

“When it comes to magic, I’ve always believed that it isn’t the spell that’s necessarily bad. It’s the caster, what they intend to do with it,” he began. “Even after everything that happened last year, part of me can’t help but stand by that belief.

“I lost my way, and that was my own fault. I was so desperate to save Anne that I���I forgot myself, and my actions reflected that,” Sebastian continued. “Using Legilimency—having this ability—doesn’t make you a bad person, it’s how you choose to wield it. Just questioning the morality of it shows what I already know, that you’re a damn good witch. A talented one, at that.”

You were holding back tears, hearing his words.

This entire mess you’d gotten into had taken its toll on you these last few weeks. You tried to ignore the guilt, the stress, the fear. Tried to bottle them up, bury the negative emotions deeper and deeper, but you didn’t know how much more you could push down before you shattered.

But if it meant protecting those you cared most about, you’d persevere through whatever came your way. You refused to lose anyone else.

You turned to grab some parchment and ink from atop the wooden desk you were both leaning on. You quickly sketched what you’d seen in the Legilimens’ memory.

“Do you recognize this?”

Sebastian leaned over your shoulder, staring at the parchment.

“Yes, it’s used to signify the Deathly Hallows. The cloak, the stone, and the wand,” he replied, tracing his finger over each shape as he named them.

“In the memories, this symbol was carved into a bit of stone near a rock formation. I’ve seen it before, in the Forbidden Forest.”

You turned your head towards Sebastian, who was still leaning in closely. His brows were furrowed in thought as he observed the symbol, his face inches from yours. You were overcome with the urge to admire it, to count every freckle decorating his face, even if it took hours.

Suddenly, he turned his face towards yours. His deep brown eyes met your own, intently holding your gaze. You could’ve sworn they dipped lower, just for a second, sneaking a glance at your lips.

You felt a rush of heat settle over your whole body that was definitely not a lingering effect of the fire charm. The air around you became tense, heavy with anticipation.

Ever so slowly, the space between your faces grew smaller.

Footsteps echoed from the stone steps, voices floating down from the Undercroft entrance. You immediately returned your attention to the parchment, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat.

“S-should we tell Ominis and Anne?” you asked, your voice coming out a pitch higher than normal. You swallowed thickly.

Sebastian swiped up the paper and folded it before shoving it into his back pocket. “Let’s keep this between us…for now. We’ll tell them when the time is right.”

You couldn’t help but sense some underlying meaning to his words.

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You paced leisurely in front of the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, the Ministry of Magic’s ‘DANGEROUS’ sign planted firmly in the ground to warn students away.

You’d spent a fair amount of time in the Forest during fifth year, and, while you’d become desensitized to most of its threats, there was a small part of you that was still unnerved by it.

Mostly due to the giant spiders.

You’d spent the morning in the library with Anne. As promised, you were helping her with the extra assignments given by her professors and doing some schoolwork of your own. She left a few hours later, saying she was to meet with Nurse Blainey about a potential apprenticeship.

After lunch, you’d sent Sebastian an owl, telling him to meet you here, at the Forest entrance, to begin your search for the tomb. You hadn’t spoken with him since the previous afternoon, in the Undercroft, and you were a tad nervous at the thought of seeing him again.

You were well aware that the two of you had been walking a delicate line between friendship and something more for some time now, but yesterday was…different. It was as if, just for a moment, that line had disappeared completely.

You sighed and kicked a pebble on the ground in front of you, frustrated.

Sebastian was your best friend. Any romantic feelings you harbored for him could complicate that, make things awkward. You valued his friendship too much to jeopardize it.

He’d always been a bit of a flirt during fifth year, but you initially assumed he was like that with everyone. So what if you had played into it? It didn’t have to mean anything. But then you became closer friends, spent much more time together, and your body began to react a little differently to his witty banter and conspiratorial smiles.

And then everything went downhill in Feldcroft. He closed himself off almost completely, which was fine, you understood. But a part of you longed to be near to him. Then, you had lost Professor Fig, and it was your turn to disappear into yourself.

Before you knew it, the school term had ended and you’d barely spoken to one another.

Thankfully, that all changed this summer in Hogsmeade. It felt like fate, that you’d found your way back to each other. That small part of you, the part that longed for more, began to grow. Began to hope he felt the same way.

And maybe he did. Maybe he felt just as hopelessly lovesick as you secretly do and you were a fool not to tell him how you felt. Maybe everything would work out perfectly.

But there was too much going on now. Too much at stake.

So you would keep your feelings close, secret, stored safely in that spot of your heart you reserved just for him.

The sound of footsteps on the dirt path pulled you from your thoughts. As if they had summoned him, Sebastian strolled up to you, hands in the pockets of his light coat to protect them from the autumn breeze sweeping through the trees.

It was late afternoon, the sun getting lower in the sky with every minute. You’d hope this wouldn’t take too terribly long, since it was getting colder at night, and it was much riskier to hang around the Forest once it was dark.

“I thought you might’ve gotten lost,” you called out as he approached.

“Blame Imelda, she’s the one who decided to run a longer practice after seeing Gryffindor’s performance yesterday,” Sebastian replied.

“Feathers ruffled by their win?”

“Slightly mussed, but she’d never admit it.”

You laughed, nodding in agreement. Thankfully, there seemed to be no lingering tension after what had passed between you yesterday. As if it never happened.

The two of you walked side-by-side past the Forest’s entrance, falling easily into step with one another.

“If I’m remembering correctly, the rock formation is a bit deeper in the Forest, on the other side of the lake,” you said as you walked.

“Alright,” Sebastian answered, “what do you suppose awaits us there?”

“Answers, hopefully,” you shrugged. “Maybe some galleons, that’d be a nice bonus.”

“Definitely—this heroism stuff is hard work.”

You walked most of the way in comfortable silence, with little interruption from the Forest’s magical creatures. You reached the other end of the lake just as the sun began to set, and, mercifully, your memory had served you right.

The circular rock formation was mostly overgrown, the old rocks cracked and faded. A few lacewing flies had begun to dance around the foliage.

“I’m impressed you remembered this place,” Sebastian commented as he walked around the edge of the small rocks. “It’s not very much to look at.”

“My field guide was rather thorough,” you said, “I became quite familiar with the area....”

Your eyes were drawn to the foliage in the middle of the formation, where it seemed to grow the thickest.

“…and learned a few of its tricks,” you concluded.

You pulled out your wand, casting Confringo at the weeds and branches. They burned away to reveal a smooth slab of stone, a small Deathly Hallows insignia carved into it. Just as you’d seen in the memory.

“Brilliant!” Sebastian grinned at you. “Glad to see my teachings paid off.”

“Luckily, our eyebrows are still intact.”

Using Wingardium Leviosa, you moved the stone slab to reveal a set of stairs going deep into the ground. The lower stairs eventually disappeared into darkness.

“Draw straws for who goes in first?” Sebastian suggested sarcastically. You rolled your eyes before casting Lumos and beginning the descent.

The stairs leveled out into an entryway, its walls made of rough rock and stones, and eventually opened up into a small, circular room. There were two stone doors, side by side, directly across from the entrance.

There was a worn plaque above each; the names Arcus and Luvius followed by their family name, birth date, and death date etched onto them.

Their birthdays were the same, as well as their death days.

“They were brothers…twins,” you said as you read the plaques. Sebastian was observing the rest of the space, using his wand to light a few of the torches lining the room’s walls.

“These doors must lead to their tombs,” you went on. You pushed lightly on both doors, but neither moved.

You took a few steps backward, and, reading your movements, Sebastian came to stand next to you. Simultaneously, you both cast Depulso at either door. Sebastian’s spell struck true and his door flung open.

Livius’ tomb.

Arcus’ remained shut tightly. Sebastian turned to you with a smug look on his face.

You gave him a light-hearted shove and walked through the opened door. In the dim lighting, you failed to notice a dip in the ground and stumbled. Before you could fall, Sebastian grabbed onto your arm, keeping you upright.

“Careful, now,” he drawled. “It won’t be much fun for me if I have to carry you all the way back to the castle after you sprain an ankle.”

“Why not? You could think of it as endurance training. Imelda would probably thank me.”

You continued on, wands lighting the dark path ahead, taking extra caution with the rest of your steps. After some time, it opened into another, significantly larger space.

The other end of the room featured steps leading up to a dais, a stone coffin placed on top.

“Livius,” Sebastian said breathlessly. “Do you think…?”

“…that the wand is in there?” You finished his thought. “I doubt it. The Legilimens’ memory led us to this tomb, which most likely means he was here. He would’ve taken it.”

“Perhaps he didn’t make it this far.”

You took another cautious step forward, drawing closer to the dais. Before you made it halfway across the room, you heard the ground around you began to split open.

You quickly lit one of the torches on the wall, bathing the room in flickering firelight.

Inferi were crawling out of the ground from multiple cracks dotting the floor. Your stomach sank.

They were worse than spiders. Much, much worse.

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Sebastian ignored the arising panic as he took in the Inferi digging themselves up from the ground. Ignored the way his palms began to sweat, his grip tightening around his wand.

He’d had terrible nightmares about the creatures for weeks after what happened in the catacomb, his guilt threatening to eat him alive. He confessed his newfound animosity toward the Inferi to you this summer, how they had still occasionally tormented him in his sleep.

Inferi…the relic…the catacomb…Uncle Solomon…

“Incendio!” Sebastian heard you shout as you took a protective step in front of him. A ring of fire blazed around the two of you, burning the creatures into a shrieking fit.

Sebastian watched, frozen, as you easily defeated the three Inferi, then rushed forward to the other two sprouting from the ground.

Do something, idiot…don’t be so useless…!

A third Inferius appeared out of the darkness, arms raised, prepared to strike you from behind.

Sebastian’s wand moved without a second thought.

“Confringo!” he shouted, and the Inferius exploded into flames. Another basic cast and it turned to dust.

A few more dug themselves up, and the two of you worked in natural tandem to dispose of them. Within minutes, the last of the Inferi were defeated, and the tomb was filled with the awful smell of burnt flesh.

“Are you alright, Sebastian?” You rushed over to him, eyes filled with concern.

Your cheeks were flushed and you had a bead of sweat rolling down your face from the heat of the flames. Your hair and clothes were slightly disheveled.

He thought you looked beautiful.

After a few heartbeats, Sebastian nodded. “Nasty things, those Inferi.”

You eyed him a moment more, analyzing. Merlin, it was like you could see right through his skin, to every emotion he hid beneath it.

But then you nodded, moving past him and up the dais. Sebastian followed closely behind, observing the smooth white stone of the stairs and coffin. They completely contrasted the rest of the aged rock and rubble in the tomb.

You circled the coffin to the opposite side, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Sebastian came to a stop at the front of it after noticing something protruding from a crack in the lid.

He pushed the stone lid slightly ajar, causing you to yelp in alarm. A piece of parchment fluttered to the ground from where it was previously caught between the stone slabs.

“Perhaps a warning next time you decide to suddenly open a dead body’s coffin,” you chastised, hand on your chest.

“Well, despite his namesake, Livius is far from living,” Sebastian said wryly, cringing at the pile of bones inside.

“Don’t mock the deceased in his own tomb, Sebastian, it’s disrespectful,” you replied. But there was a hint of amusement in your tone, and when he looked up at you, you were failing to hold back a smile.

He bent to collect the worn bit of parchment, before reading it aloud to you.

“I now have it on good authority that it was buried with one of the twins. I was told one grew mad with jealousy after his brother claimed defeat of Loxias and killed him to become the wand’s new master. However, stricken with guilt and grief over what he’d done, he took his own life shortly after. No one ever knew who killed who.

The tomb is located in the Dark Forest, deep underground. A Hallows symbol will signify its entrance. I am confident that, this time, my search will prove to be fruitful. Once all three of the Hallows are in my possession, I shall be the most powerful wizard alive.

The Master of Death.

M.G.”

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Chapter 11: Hide & Seek

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"This is so exciting, I haven't gotten to watch a quidditch match in ages!"

Anne was like a ball of energy sitting next to you, eyes roaming over the pitch as the players warmed up, her feet tapping rhythmically on the wooden floorboards.

You and Ominis had snuck out of the Undercroft not long after their reunion to give the siblings some time to sort things out. It must've gone quite well, seeing as the last few days both Sebastian and Anne seemed to be in good spirits.

Still, there were moments of apprehension, and Sebastian was determined to give his sister any extra space she needed. Which meant either you or Ominis acting as their emotional–and physical–buffer.

Like right at this very moment, where you sat wedged between the two siblings in the front row of one of the many observation stands.

It was the first game of a brand new quidditch season and the pitch was buzzing with anticipation. Every stand was filled to the brim with spectators, leaving you astonished by the amount of people the pitch could hold.

"I haven't gotten to watch a match in...ever," you quipped, relishing in the atmosphere.

"Which is exactly why this is special," Anne turned her attention to you, grinning. "Even more so since your house is playing!"

"You mean her house is losing," Sebastian teased from your other side, leaning forward to speak across you. "Isn't that right, Ominis?"

"No comment," Ominis replied from Anne's left.

Anne leaned forward herself to stick her tongue out at Sebastian, making you laugh.

"Don't listen to Mr. Pessimist over there," she said, "I have a feeling Ravenclaw may surprise everyone this season."

"The kickoff whistle will sound in five minutes!" Lucan Brattleby's lively voice boomed across the field. "Captains, please meet Madame Kogawa in center-pitch."

You weren't at all surprised to learn that Lucan had volunteered to act as the host for the season, with how much dedication he had put into Crossed Wands. He definitely had a knack for these kinds of things. 

Players mounted their brooms and began to take their positions. You noticed Duncan looking a little pale as he gaped at the surrounding crowd.

"Duncan better not be getting cold feet now," Samantha drawled from behind you. "Andrew said he's been doing surprisingly well at practices."

"He's quite small, so I'd imagine he can fly pretty fast," Amit said thoughtfully, sitting next to Samantha. "I cannot say I'm comforted by his apparent lack of confidence, however."

"I'm still not sure he's gotten over the whole Puffskien Dunceen incident..." Poppy chuckled from Samantha's other side.

A large group of your housemates occupied the rest of the stand's benches behind your friends. You noticed swarms of blue and red everywhere, faculty and students alike showing support for their respective teams. You proudly wore your house colors, the scarf around your neck displaying the Ravenclaw crest.

It was a sunny, mostly clear afternoon, but the October chill lingered in the air. The wind brought with it the smell of dried leaves and pumpkin and new beginnings.

Madam Kogawa's whistle sounded.

Cheers rang out throughout the pitch and the quaffle was tossed into play. Nellie swept in to capture it and was off down the field with Andrew and the other Ravenclaw Chasers hot on her trail.

Emrys and Duncan circled the pitch above the frenzy, eyes peeled for any glint of gold.

You made small talk with your friends as the game went on, commenting on the formations and moves by the players. You were especially impressed by Garreth's agility as Keeper, and Poppy remarked that he would be a formidable opponent in the games to come.

Although it was against your team, you cheered loudly when Natty scored the first goal of the match. Celebrations and chants echoed across the pitch, the excitement building along with the anticipation of a Ravenclaw comeback.

Eventually, Andrew managed to get the Quaffle past Garreth and into one of the higher hoops, earning a collective cheer from you and your housemates. The game was now tied, and there had yet to be notable movement from either Seeker.

Time passed, with both teams steadily scoring points. You were watching with intent focus as Emrys flew about the pitch, Duncan lagging slightly behind. You could just barely make out the Snitch fluttering away from Emrys' broom.

You felt your locket begin to warm beneath your clothes.

The sound of the crowd slowly muffled as a chill washed over your body, as if you'd been plunged into the icy water of the Black Lake.

"I see you've gotten more creative with your defenses," you heard a voice say in your mind, "It took me a while to track you down again...I have to admit, I'm quite impressed."

It was clearer than you'd ever heard it. It sounded...deep. Masculine.

"You coward," you responded angrily, "why don't you just face me straight on?"

You were trying to keep your breathing even, clenching your hands into fists.

There was a dark laugh and then the voice responded, "I have my reasons for remaining anonymous. Just give me the knowledge I seek and I'll leave you be. I know you're now aware of what it is I want, little thief."

"I don't know where the wand is, and, frankly, I have no idea why you think I would have it."

"You lie, witch! How else could you have defeated such a powerful threat like Ranrok and his Loyalists by yourself?"

You were momentarily taken aback by the accusation. So that'swhy they thought you somehow had the Elder Wand. You had to will yourself not to think of your ancient magic. If the Legilimens somehow pulled that information from your mind, it could be worse than them thinking you had the Elder Wand.

"Your silence is answer enough," the deep voice went on. "Show me where you're keeping the Elder Wand!"

You remembered your training. You used it to track down the threat in your mind, sensing the foreign magic as it slithered through your subconscious in desperate attempts to pierce through the fog of the locket's enchantment.

Your ancient magic struck.

You felt yourself shift out of your body. When your vision cleared, you saw the quidditch match again. But something was off...

It was from a different angle, as if you were seeing it through someone else's eyes. Then, you saw yourself sitting in the stands, talking with your friends as you watched the game.

A memory. From mere minutes ago.

The Legilimens was here. At the game. Watching you from across the pitch.

Your magic quickly fought to go deeper, desperate to grasp any other information before the Legilimens found you. It was as if your magic had a mind of its own, blazing through hazy memories, looking for something.

I need to find any information about the wand...about the tombs...!

Your magic slowed its search, a hazy image coming into view. It was a black gemstone set on a golden band. A ring, with a symbol of some sort etched within the gem.

A circle encased within a triangle, a vertical line dividing the two shapes down the middle.

You saw that same symbol carved on stone, above the entrance to a tomb. The memory shifted and you saw a strange rock formation. You willed yourself to remember its shape, committed it to memory–

The return of the game's ambience hit you like a ton of bricks, the unexpected restoration of sound almost deafening. You were panting slightly, sweat rolling down your brow despite the chilly weather.

Your eyes frantically scanned the observation stand directly across the pitch from you, squinting to make out the figures. It was hard to focus with the players zooming across your field of vision, the onlookers cheering and pointing and clapping.

Too much movement, too far away...

There.

A tall, cloaked figure was making its way from the back of the stands, the robe's dark blue hood concealing any notable features. You were on your feet in an instant, heart pounding.

"Woah—what did I miss? What did you see?" Samantha said, trying to peer around you at the game. "Did Emrys catch the Snitch?"

You ignored her and watched as the hooded figure weaved easily between students, making for the stand's exit. You heard Anne call your name.

"Everything alright?" she asked, staring up at you with mild concern.

"Bathroom break," was all you said before sprinting toward the stairs.

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You ran around the outside of the pitch as fast as your legs could take you. The crowd was just as dense on the ground level, as witches and wizards milled about the various booths selling food items and quidditch memorabilia.

You pushed haphazardly through them, earning quite a few nasty glares and comments, but you didn't pay them any mind. Above you, cheers rang out as the match continued. Your eyes searched tirelessly for that dark blue hood, begging Merlin to reveal it to you. 

But the Legilimens was clever.

There was a number of dark blue, Ravenclaw blue, robes spread throughout the outside of the pitch.

"You'll have to try harder than that if you want to find me, little witch," the Legilimens voice echoed faintly in your head.

You continued onward, closer to the observation stand on which you'd seen the hooded figure. You felt your locket warm again. You stopped immediately, head on a swivel, desperately searching.

"Poor, pathetic witch, frightened and all alone," the voice said again, louder this time, "you're no Savior, so just stop resisting and give me the wand...you know nothing of its true power..."

Heat spiked behind your temples, worse than you'd ever felt it before.

You clutched your head, vision blurring. The pain was so intense, you began struggling to get air into your lungs. Your locket was hot, matching the fiery pain in your head.

It felt as if the Legilimens was trying to burn through your protective charms.

It felt as if your brain were melting to mush.

It felt as if you were going to die.

"Finite!" you heard someone shout.

The burning sensation ceased immediately, but the pain lingered. Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you up to help you stand.

"Hey," you heard Sebastian's gentle voice say, "It's alright, it's me. I've got you."

"T-the Legilimens," you managed to get out, "they're here."

Sebastian tore his eyes from you and quickly surveyed the area.

Out past the edge of the crowd, the blue hooded figure seemed to be observing the two of you. A cruel smirk was the only feature Sebastian saw before they disapparated.

He cursed under his breath and returned his attention to you. "They were using a fire charm to try to combat the locket's enchantments."

You were still struggling to breathe. The heat of the charm had made it feel as though you were suffocating. If that's how agonizing the spell felt with protection...you shuttered to think of what could've happened without your locket.

Slowly, your pain dulled, and you were able to open your eyes to meet Sebastian's, which were flooded with worry. His arms were still holding you upright. You hadn't realized it, but you were leaning into him and clinging tightly onto his jumper.

He put the back of his hand to your forehead and cringed. "Merlin, you're burning up. Let's get you out of here."

"What about the others...and the game?" you replied slowly, still a bit dazed. You were sure to get an earful from Samantha if you and Sebastian both happened to disappear before the match ended.

Sebastian began guiding you back toward the castle and shrugged. "It won't be much longer before—"

"Gryffindor's Seeker secures the Golden Snitch!" Lucan's voice blared across the pitch. "Team Gryffindor wins!"

Shouts of triumph filled the air as the fanfare from the band began. You laughed, delighted, and slightly delirious, at the celebration around you.

"Just as I predicted," Sebastian smirked. "Now, come on, then. We'll meet back up with the others later."

He kept one arm looped around your shoulders and used the other to push through the remaining crowd. You peered up at him, deciding to blame any color in your cheeks on the mild fever from the fire charm.

"You followed me out of the stands," you thought aloud in realization.

His shoulders tensed, making his hold on your shoulders tighten slightly. He kept his gaze forward, continuing to navigate the path toward the castle.

"Of course I did, you've got a crazy stalker after you," he replied matter-of-factly. "You're really fast, by the way. I was nearly out of breath trying to keep up."

You laughed again, grinning up at your best friend.

"Thank you," you said sincerely. "You saved me. Again."

Sebastian looked down at you at that. You smiled back knowingly, remembering what Samantha had told you occurred after your unfortunate Bludger incident.

His expression was one of confusion before melting into embarrassment, a light blush creeping onto his face. He cleared his throat before replying.

"I'm starting to think we might have to keep you away from the quidditch pitch."

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Chapter 10: Return

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“…find the tombs of Arcus and Livius.”

It had been a week since your run-in with Niamh’s messenger fairy in the portrait, and you still hadn’t found out anything about Arcus or Livius or their respective tombs.

You and Sebastian had spent time researching the names, even took a trip to Hogsmeade to ask if Sirona had heard anything, but came up empty-handed. In the meantime, you’d spent any spare moments you had between your search and schoolwork to practice with your ancient magic.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t coming as naturally as it had during fifth year. Whether it was due to the resealing of the repository or your unresolved feelings toward the magic, you weren’t sure. You had made slight progress over the last few days, but the power felt nowhere near as strong as it had before.

Sebastian had discovered a few books on protective enchantments, and, mercifully, you were able to imbue your ancient magic into the locket to strengthen its existing charm. While dueling with Sebastian in the Undercroft, you found that the newly improved charm aided greatly in your shielding spells.

You’d also found yourself no longer experiencing nightmares since the locket’s enhancement. Whether that was pure coincidence or an added bonus of the charm, you didn’t care. At least you were getting a good night’s rest.

You hadn’t had a chance to fully test its strength against the Legilimens, however. It had been silence from your enemy since you had managed to somehow sneak into their mind almost two weeks ago. Perhaps you managed to spook them off for a bit.

Or the locket’s protection was working better than you anticipated.

You now sat in Sharp’s Potions class, brewing a Veritaserum potion. It would take a full lunar cycle to mature and be completed, so Sharp said you would all be storing the potions in the classroom to be graded next month.

As you added a Jobberknoll feather to your brew and stirred, Garreth spoke.

“Are you lot excited for the first game of the season? I can’t believe it’s been almost two years since I’ve gotten to play quidditch!”

“Not excited to lose,” Samantha sighed as she absentmindedly stirred her own potion. “I hate to admit it, but you guys are totally going to kick our–”

“Less talking, more stirring, Miss Dale,” Professor Sharp demanded as he passed by your station. He was roaming between the groups in observation, eyes like a hawk.

Samantha flushed and glared at his back as he walked away. You pressed your lips together to hide your smile.

The first quidditch match of the season would be held at the end of the week. It was Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw, and, unfortunately, you agreed with Samantha. The odds weren’t exactly in your house’s favor.

“It will be an interesting match, to say the least,” Natty quipped, keeping her voice low.

Once class was dismissed, you walked with Sebastian and Ominis to Charms. They were both quiet, seemingly on edge.

Then you realized: Anne was returning to Hogwarts today.

She was likely already at the castle, meeting with Professor Weasley. She had written to you a few days ago, saying Professor Weasley had given her a similar plan to yours in fifth year; other professors would be giving her extra assignments throughout the term to get her up to speed with the current sixth year students.

Professor Weasley had also asked if you’d be willing to lend a helping hand in the matter, to which you agreed wholeheartedly.

“I’m guessing neither of you bumped into Anne in the common room this morning,” you spoke, addressing the tension.

Ominis shook his head, and you noticed his grasp on his wand tighten slightly. “Her last missive stated that she wanted to meet after dinner, in the Undercroft. With all three of us.”

Sebastian said nothing.

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“Your shield is still weak,” Professor Sharp chastised later that afternoon.

You had a splitting headache after yet another failed attempt to block him from your mind. You’d been practicing for a while now and you were starting to feel light-headed.

You discovered that the newly enhanced locket did aid in your Occlumency, though. Sharp admitted to having a more difficult time accessing your memories, describing it as a ‘fog’ that clouded his path and seemed to intentionally lead him astray. But it still did not completely keep him barred from your mind.

“Once more,” you said, breathing heavily.

“I think that’s enough practice for today,” Professor Sharp disagreed.

You slumped onto a stool, too tired to argue. The professor observed you for a moment.

“Perhaps we are approaching this the wrong way,” he pondered aloud.

“What do you mean, Professor?”

“Traditionally, Occlumency relies on hiding your memories behind a shield, like we’ve been practicing. Instead, I want you to try shifting your focus to removing the threat altogether.”

You considered his words. Most of the time you had used your ancient magic to attack, not protect. You were definitely more adept at being on the offensive side of a fight.

Something inside you seemed to resonate at that.

“Alright, one more go,” you stood, shaking out your hands in preparation.

In an instant, he had you in his hold. You kept your mind clear and searched for his magic. You felt it, moving through your memories haphazardly, the locket’s enchantment confusing him.

As if on instinct, your magic struck.

It grabbed onto Sharp’s presence, almost aggressively, and you tried to will it to remove him. Instead, your subconscious shifted into his.

Flashes of memories floated toward you. His time as a student, his Auror training, his first class lecture as a professor. You felt his nervousness in that memory, his anxiety.

You released your magic immediately.

You were both breathing heavily. Professor Sharp looked…stunned. You never imagined you’d see that look on his face. Horror roiled in your gut when you realized what had happened.

“I–I didn’t mean to, Professor, it was an accident–”

“We’re finished for today,” Professor Sharp interrupted. “You may see yourself out.”

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“Sebastian, it was awful,” you muttered, head in your hands.

You were sitting together on a bench in the Bell Tower courtyard, where you had been pacing across the lawn to calm your nerves since leaving Sharp’s classroom. Sebastian had run into you on his way back from quidditch practice.

You felt so incredibly guilty about what you’d done to Professor Sharp, even if Legilimency hadn’t been your intention. Merlin, how were you supposed to face him again after that?

“Don’t worry–I’m sure Sharp understands it was an accident,” Sebastian assured.

“He probably hates me.”

“He hates everyone.”

You peeked sidelong at Sebastian from behind your hands. He was lounging back on the bench, giving you an amused look. You removed your hands from your face and stood with a sigh.

“You better not start pacing again,” he teased. You glared back at him. He seemed to be in better spirits than earlier on your walk to charms, thankfully.

“Enough about my troubles,” you waved his words off and crossed your arms. “How are you feeling?”

The amusement on his face shifted into slight apprehension. “Anxious, mostly, but also relieved. I’m just thankful she wants to see me at all.”

“Well, she can’t very well avoid you the whole school year,” you joked lightly, hoping to ease the tension between his brows. Instead, he went quiet again. Contemplative.

“Do you think…she’ll ever forgive me?”

Sebastian was staring down at his hands, interlaced across his stomach. He refused to meet your gaze. You looked at him sympathetically and re-took your seat beside him.

You thought about how moved Anne was when she showed you the letters he had left for her. How, even though she had said she wasn’t ready to face him, her eyes had been filled with longing.

“I do,” you replied earnestly, placing a comforting hand on his knee. “And I think she’s wondering if you can forgive her, as well. For leaving.

“There are still feelings you both need to sort through, yes, and lots of amendments to make,” you continued, “but I believe it will change your relationship for the better. Make it stronger.”

Sebastian placed a hand over yours, squeezing lightly.

“Thank you,” he responded. The gentleness of his voice sent the butterflies in your stomach to flight.

“Anytime,” you said back with an encouraging grin. “Now, come on, let’s get to dinner.”

After a quick walk to the Great Hall, you and Sebastian parted ways. Samantha waved you over as you made your way to the Ravenclaw banquet table. Andrew and Everett sat across from her.

“...Weasley is their Keeper, and that new seventh year transfer is their Seeker,” Andrew was saying as you took your seat next to Samantha. “Not quite sure what his skill level is, but he played well enough at tryouts.”

Discussing strategy for this week’s game…

You felt a small ache in your chest at the thought. Samantha seemed to notice your troubled expression.

“Enough quidditch chatter, let’s move onto a more interesting topic,” she declared, “like the new seventh year. What have you heard of him?”

“Not much,” Andrew scratched his chin in thought. “Rumor has it that he comes from some haughty pure-blood lineage.”

Samantha glanced over her shoulder at the Gryffindor table. “He’s quite handsome, and seemingly mysterious. I wonder if he left someone back home in America...”

You followed her gaze and found Emrys chatting with Natty and Nellie at the other end of the table behind you. The two girls seemed to be laughing at something he said.

Samantha wasn’t wrong, per say, about his looks.

As if he could feel your stare, his eyes met yours. You looked away instantly, embarrassed that he had caught you.

“His name is Emrys,” you said, returning your attention to your housemates. “We ran into each other–literally–a bit ago. I haven’t spoken to him since, though.”

Samantha hummed in response.

“I don’t care what his name is,” Everett said sourly, “so long as he doesn’t catch that snitch at the match this week.”

The rest of dinner was spent filling your plates and chatting about your classes. Once dinner had ended and you all stood to leave, you were surprised to find Emrys standing behind you.

“Hello, Savior,” he said smugly. “A word, if you please?”

Samantha’s eyes widened as she took in his tall frame and green eyes. She gave your arm a quick squeeze, as if to say ‘you’d better tell me all about this later.’

The two of you stepped off to the side of the Great Hall as students filed out the doors.

“Nice to see you again, Emrys,” you said casually. “Can I help you with something?”

“As fate would have it, yes,” he replied. “Natty says you’re rather familiar with the restricted section of the library…care to share any tips I should know before I attempt to visit it, myself?”

You just stared at him in surprise. “You’re…planning to sneak in?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged innocently. “I can’t very well admit to that, don’t want you getting caught in the cross-fire if things go poorly.”

“I appreciate the consideration,” you smirked. “Well, if I were going to sneak into the restricted section, which I most certainly haven’t and would never dream of doing, I would have to remember that the lock is charmed against Alohomora or any other unlocking spells.

“I’d also recall that Scribner keeps a key to the lock in the middle drawer of her desk,” you continued. “Watch out for Peeves, he’s a tattletale.”

“Brilliant!” Emrys smiled.

“Can I ask why you’re not paying a visit to the restricted section?”

He hesitated before leaning in closer to you to whisper, “I made a bet with Garreth. I have to bring him an old potioneer’s scroll as proof.”

You shook your head, laughing at the ridiculousness of it. “Hope it’s worth a detention.”

“Only if I get caught,” Emrys winked.

After bidding Emrys farewell, you joined the crowd exiting the Great Hall and slipped off toward the Undercroft. You were surprised to find Sebastian lingering outside the entrance.

“Sebastian? Are you alright?”

He looked up, startled from his thoughts. “Oh, yes, I was just…waiting. Ominis went ahead already to see Anne, but…I didn’t want to overwhelm her.”

He was still nervous. You could tell by the way he was restlessly shifting his weight back and forth on his feet.

“I noticed you talking with the Gryffindor Seeker after dinner,” Sebastian went on, a slight edge in his tone. “I didn’t know you two were friendly.”

Is he…changing the topic to avoid meeting with Anne…?

“We’ve only met once before, he seems nice,” you shrugged. Sebastian just gave you a curt nod in reply.

“Shall we go inside?”

“What did he want?”

You blinked. You both had spoken at the same time.

“Nothing, really,” you answered, raising a brow. “Just asking for some advice about getting into the restricted section, some bet he made with Garreth–are you sure you’re alright, Sebastian?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “No, and this is only making me feel worse. Let’s go.”

Before you could question what he meant by that particular statement, Sebastian waved his wand and the door swung open. He gestured for you to enter first. As you descended the stairs to the Undercroft, you heard Anne’s light laughter.

Sebastian sucked in a breath behind you.

When you emerged from the staircase, you saw Anne and Ominis chatting casually. She was in a Slytherin uniform, leaning comfortably on the wooden desk on the left side of the room, face still split into a grin from her laughter. Her eyes lit up when she saw you enter.

As you walked closer to her and Ominis, you saw her smile fall when she noticed Sebastian walking quietly behind you. You were suddenly a bit anxious about the direction this reunion might take.

Anne pushed off the desk and took a reluctant step around Ominis. You moved to the side as well, giving the twins a clear path to each other.

You and Ominis both seemed to be holding your breath.

“Anne…” Sebastian said breathlessly, breaking the tense silence that had fallen over the Undercroft. Your heart ached at the tenderness in his voice.

A mixture of emotions seemed to flash across Anne’s face as she took in her brother’s presence. His sorrowful expression. His shallow breaths. His hesitation to approach her, respecting the space she might need.

Her eyes began to fill with tears before Anne quickly closed the space left between them. She threw her arms around Sebastian in a tight embrace.

Sebastian, dumbfounded, waited a few breaths before returning the hold. The twins stayed like that for a while, letting the wordless moment convey everything they felt.

You and Ominis sagged with relief, exchanging soft smiles.

The Sallows had finally returned to one another.

A family made whole once more.

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Chapter 9: Hallows

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You sat at the fountain in the Bell Tower courtyard and told Sebastian everything that had been going on since being back at Hogwarts. The nightmares, the Legilimens, the lessons with Professor Sharp. He sat quietly and listened through it all, just like this summer on the Hogsmeade bridge.

You even confessed about the silence from your ancient magic and how you had been scared to use it again.

"...but I guess I have no choice, now," you sighed. "I need to regain control of my ancient magic if I'm going to defeat this Legilimens."

"It'll probably greatly aid in your Occlumency, too, if you can manipulate it into a mental shield," Sebastian suggested. "Or if you could imbue it into the locket to make Fig's protective charm more powerful...we'll have to do some further research into Legilimency and enchantments."

You whirled to Sebastian and shook your head. "No, no, you swore off anything to do with the Dark Arts. I already feel bad enough talking to you about it."

"Legilimency is hardly dark magic," Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Besides, I have no intention of learning it myself. This is strictly to help you, so it gets a pass."

You shot him a hard look but relented. "I can't believe I managed to perform Legilimency...it wasn't a pleasant feeling."

"I wouldn't think so," Sebastian shivered, both from the thought of Legilimency and the brisk night air. "I have no interest in poking around in another's mind. No telling what you'd find in there."

"I saw what looked like a wand, that must be what they're looking for," you said. "I know I've seen its shape before, but I can't place it."

Sebastian stifled a yawn. You'd been sitting out here for a while now, and it was well past curfew. "If only these heroic quests came with some bloody directions and a map..."

A map...

You shot up. "Sebastian, you're brilliant!"

"Uh, thanks?" He responded, raising an eyebrow at you. "I mean, I know, and it's great to hear you say so, but why–"

"Meet me outside the History of Magic classroom tomorrow after dinner. There's someone I'd like to introduce you to."

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As you walked through the halls between classes the next day, you bumped into someone as they rounded the corner.

"Pardon me," you murmured, staggering backward.

"My apologies," an unknown voice said at the same time. They had an odd accent and you looked up to see none other than the mysterious Gryffindor Seeker.

The seventh year Ilvermorny transfer...an American...

He was tall and lean. His dark hair was slicked back in an elegant fashion, but a few pieces fell freely. His green eyes observed you cautiously.

You both just stared at each other in silence.

"You're...the new Ilvermorny transfer, aren't you?" You asked politely.

"Did the accent give it away?" He joked. "Uh, yes, that's me. I'm Emrys."

"Emrys, as in Merlin?" You said in fascination.

He chuckled and scratched his cheek. "Yes, embarrassingly enough–no relation, though. My mother was an admirer."

Was, you noted. You quickly changed the topic.

"How're you enjoying Hogwarts? I'd imagine it's quite different here in Scotland than in the Americas."

"I actually travelled here a lot growing up, so I'm familiar with the area," Emrys replied. "I have family in Godric's Hollow."

Godric's Hollow...he comes from a wizarding family, then...

"But it's nice to be here permanently," he continued. "I've always wanted to attend Hogwarts, even if it's just for one year. It's definitely been an adjustment, though."

You nodded in understanding. "I can sympathize...I just started here last fall, as a fifth year."

"You started wizarding school as a fifth year?" Emrys said, astonished. "I've never heard of such a thing, even at Ilvermorny..."

Realization washed over his features.

"Wait a moment, you're Hogwarts' Savior!" he laughed. "I thought you'd be taller."

You cringed at the title. "So you've heard the rumors, then?"

Emrys smirked at you, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. "Well, when you're a hero, people tend to sing your praises. They say you encountered a dragon, is that true?"

"Multiple, actually," you chuckled, adjusting the books in your arms. "It's kind of a long story."

"I'd love to hear it sometime," the Gryffindor replied, pushing off the wall. "See you around, Savior."

With a parting nod, Emrys continued past you. You rounded the corner, resuming your own path and cursed whoever came up with that ridiculous nickname.

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"So, who is it we're meeting? It better not be Professor Binns," Sebastian called out as you walked toward him.

"No, he'd bore us both to death," you laughed and gestured for him to follow you.

You both walked downstairs, past the sleeping dragon statue, and into the Bell Tower dungeons.

"I don't think I've been down here before..." Sebastian said as you continued to walk deeper into the dungeons.

"I'm not sure anyone else has," you answered. "I discovered it last year, with...Professor Fig. Think of it as my Undercroft."

Eventually, you came to the ornate arched doorway.

You pushed open the heavy doors and heard Sebastian gasp, "This is much more grand than the Undercroft."

"This is the Map Chamber," you declared, gesturing to the space. "It's where I met with the Keepers last year."

"The Keepers? That's who you're introducing me to?" Sebastian said in alarm.

"Don't worry, they're nice," you smirked at him, patting his shoulder. "They're also just portraits."

You walked down the stairs, across the map-floor, to the left-most portrait. Sebastian followed, surveying the chamber in quiet awe.

"Professor Fitzgerald?" You called to the empty portrait.

After a lingering moment, the former headmistress appeared. "It is good to see you, young friend. I was aware of the new school term starting from my portrait in the headmaster's office and wondered if we'd be seeing each other again.

"However, I do hope your visit doesn't suggest trouble is afoot," Niamh concluded.

Sebastian gulped at her towering image and leaned to you to whisper, "Now that's a portrait."

"And who is this?" Niamh questioned when she noticed Sebastian's presence.

"This is Sebastian Sallow, a close friend," you introduced. "He knows...about what happened last year. He helped me find the triptych and Isidora's memory."

Sebastian inclined his head, "Nice to meet you, Professor Fitzgerald."

"Unfortunately, our visit is due to some trouble at Hogwarts," you admitted to the former headmistress. You explained what had been going on with the Legilimens, and how you had discovered what he was searching for.

"This wand...I believe you showed it to me before, Professor, during your trial," you concluded.

Her portrait's expression was grave.

"The Elder Wand..." she sighed. "The most powerful wand to ever exist. If this Legilimens seeks it...this is a most precarious situation, indeed."

"Does it actually exist?" Sebastian asked, stunned. "I thought that the Hallows were just an old fable."

"The Hallows?" you turned to him, confused.

"The Deathly Hallows," Niamh confirmed. "The three artifacts I showed you during my trial. When united, one can become the Master of Death."

"The Cloak of Invisibility, the Resurrection Stone, and the Elder Wand," Sebastian explained further. "I read about them in The Tale of the Three Brothers, when I was searching for a cure for Anne. I was convinced it was just a children's story, so I never pursued them."

Niamh nodded and said, "They are real, and so is their power. The Elder Wand shows loyalty to any witch or wizard who disarms its previous owner. If this Legilimens is searching for it and believes you to be its current Master, you must be careful."

"But...what makes them believe I have the wand?" You pondered aloud.

"That, you will have to discover on your own," Niamh shook her head. "The only thing I have heard from the whisperings of other portraits is this: the last known owner of the Elder Wand was a wizard named Loxias.

"He's since been defeated, but no one is certain by whom," Niamh went on. "If I discover anything more, I will be sure to let you know."

"Thank you, Professor Fitzgerald," you said gratefully.

"Remain vigilant," Niamh warned. "The Deathly Hallows will only attract danger."

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Sebastian and yourself sat in the Undercroft, mulling over what Professor Fitzgerald had shared earlier in the week. You had spent the last few days collecting any information you could find in the library about the Deathly Hallows, which wasn't much.

You rubbed your eyes, tired. You'd had another nightmare last night, about a dark figure shattering your mind. Not a particularly comforting omen.

Perhaps I should ask Nurse Blainey for a stronger sleeping tonic...

"We're getting nowhere with this," Sebastian sighed in frustration. "Maybe we should start asking around, see if anyone knows anything about Loxias."

"That might attract unwanted attention," you replied, already having considered that yourself.

Sebastian closed the book he was reading. "Maybe, but it could be worth it. Maybe it would attract some wanted attention, someone that could help."

He had a fair point. The only other option was waiting around for the Legilimens to attack and hope you could use Legilimency on him again to learn more.

"I've got to get to practice, want to come watch?" Sebastian asked as he stood and stretched his back.

You shook your head. "I'm meeting with Natty and Garreth in the library to work on our Potions essay. After his last one became ashes, I think Garreth's a bit more motivated."

Sebastian laughed and bid you farewell. You collected your things and headed to the library.

Once you arrived, you saw the two Gryffindors at a table towards the back of the first floor, books already strewn across it.

"Hello," you greeted as you sat across from the pair. "How're the scrolls coming along?"

"Not good," Garreth groaned, head resting on the table. "I thought writing an essay on Felix Felicis might actually be interesting, but...it's still schoolwork. Which is boring."

"He's barely written half a page, and we've been here for over an hour," Natty clarified.

"I'd rather be playing quidditch," was his retort.

The three of you worked the next half hour in comfortable silence, until Garreth spoke again.

"By the way, have you met the new transfer student? He was at quidditch tryouts the other day, playing Seeker for our house."

"I have, actually," you replied as you finished inking your paragraph. "We ran into each other in between classes the other day. Emrys, right?"

Natty nodded, "The two of us have had lots to discuss, coming from similar situations and all of that. He is very kind."

"We spoke rather briefly, but he mentioned he has family in Godric's Hollow," you said.

"He and his father moved there over the summer to live with his grandparents," Garreth chimed in. "His father's originally from England, but took a job as a professor at Ilvermorny. Not sure why they ended up back here, though."

You all resumed your work before you spoke once more.

"Have either of you heard anything about a new wandmaker in London?" you asked. "Sirona said Mr. Ollivander was peeved about it back in Hogsmeade."

"My dad was telling me about that this summer, actually!" Garreth exclaimed, obviously excited for another distraction from his schoolwork. "Says the fellow is barely twenty years old, crafting wands. He's from Germany, goes by the name of Mykew Gregorovitch.

"He's already got a good reputation, though," Garreth went on, hand propping up his chin. "Some of my friends back home in London say his wands are pretty powerful."

You hummed a response and stored the information away for later.

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You trudged up the stairs of the Grand Staircase, hand hurting and full of ink stains. You had stayed late in the library to finish your essay and some other assignments, until Scribner kicked you out for curfew.

Natty and Garreth had left earlier for dinner in the Great Hall, but you hadn't had much of an appetite. You were waiting for the moving stairs to lead you toward Ravenclaw Tower, when you heard a small voice whispering.

"Psst, you there," it said.

You whirled around, but there were no other students about.

"On your left!"

You looked to the wall and came face-to-face with a landscape oil painting. Peeking out between the grass at the foreground was the watercolor image of a fairy.

You blinked at it in surprise. "Are you...talking to me?"

"Obviously," the small fairy said in a cheeky manner. "The former headmistress sends word: find the tombs of Arcus and Livius."

"Who's that?" you replied.

"How should I know?" the fairy hissed, clearly annoyed.

It retreated back into the painted grass without another word. 

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Chapter 8: Feldcroft

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You knocked lightly on the wooden door of the house, trying to swallow the nervous lump in your throat.

You hadn't been to Feldcroft since that fateful day in the catacombs. That was also the last time you'd seen Anne. She had been devastated before she apparated away with Solomon's body. That was nearly five months ago. 

You were averting your eyes from Solomon's grave, but you couldn't bring yourself not to look. 

Fresh flowers had been laid upon it.

Although your paths had crossed on many occasions, you'd barely spoken with Anne since the first time you two met in Feldcroft. You knew her mostly from the stories Sebastian had told you in fifth year and over the summer.

He had described her as kind and patient, but also mischievous, which didn't surprise you. She was tough. Resilient. Those were traits you had witnessed first-hand. 

The door was suddenly pulled open and there she was.

Her skin was rich with color, not pale, and she had a few freckles dancing across her flushed cheeks. And her eyes...no longer sunken and haunted, like before. No longer pained. They were warm and bright.

Sebastian's eyes, you realized. She looked so much more like him now.

"Sorry about the wait," Anne spoke. "Please, come in."

She opened the door wider and gestured for you to enter. The small house was just as you remembered. The table had been set and there was a comforting aroma coming from the stove in the corner.

"I'm so glad you could make it," she continued. "I hope you're hungry, I made dinner!"

"Oh, you didn't have to do that," you said, feeling flustered.

"It was no trouble at all," Anne assured. "I hope the journey here wasn't too harsh, it's been getting colder out."

"Not too bad, just a bit windy," you joked as you propped your broom against the wall and shed your coat.

She laughed as she walked to the stove. She scooped some soup into a bowl and held it out for you to take. You both sat at the table and began eating quietly.

After a few minutes of silence, Anne cleared her throat.

"I...I apologize," she said, chuckling awkwardly, "this must feel so odd for you."

"Not at all," you lied. "How are you? You look..."

"Not cursed?" Anne teased. "I'm amazing, actually. I had been cursed for so long, I'd forgotten what it felt like to feel...normal. Healthy. The nurses at St Mungo's were surprised at my sudden improvements as well, but they took great care of me as I recovered."

"I'm so glad, Anne," you replied. "I—we were all worried about you."

Her eyes softened and she nodded. 

"To be honest, I was surprised when I received your owl this morning," you went on. "You mentioned wanting to discuss something with me?"

Anne nodded again and stood. She walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room, opening a drawer. When she returned to the table, she had a thick stack of parchment paper in her hands.

Letters.

"These were waiting for me on the table when I arrived. They're all from Sebastian," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "He's been writing to me. Everyday, since I left. He didn't know where I was, so he couldn't send them...but he still wrote to me."

Your eyes widened. That was four and half months worth of letters in her hands. There had to be over a hundred of them. 

"When I left, I had lost all hope that there was a cure. In his most recent letter, he told me about what happened at the end of last term, with Rookwood," Anne continued. She looked up at you, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

"How...how can I ever thank you?"

Sebastian never once mentioned he'd been writing to Anne. It made your chest ache to think about him sitting in this house, alone, writing letters to a sister who refused to see him.

"I'm just glad you're alright, that you're here," you said finally. "Sebastian misses you so much, Anne."

She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. "I miss him too, I just...I'm not ready to face him yet. How is he?"

"He's...doing better. Good," you replied. "I'm sure he mentioned it in the letters, but he stayed here this summer and worked on a farm. And he's sworn off anything to do with dark magic, Anne, I promise. He just wants to see you."

"I know," she sighed. "I'm trying my best to move on from what happened. What he did...I know he never meant for it to go that far, but can't forgive him. Not yet."

You nodded in understanding. It still hurt you to think of Professor Fig. The grief of losing a loved one...there's no timeline for that kind of pain. You then thought of Isidora's father. About how she took his pain and, eventually, all of his emotions.

You cannot just be rid of pain, no matter how long it lasts. There is no light without darkness. No love without grief.

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You spent the rest of the evening drinking tea and catching up with Anne. You listened as she recounted her time studying medicine at St Mungo's. Anne planned to ask Nurse Blainey if she could assist in the hospital wing when she returned to Hogwarts.

"She'd be glad to have you," you replied. "With quidditch starting up again, she's been very busy."

Anne's eyes lit up. "Professor Black is allowing it again? Did Sebastian try out?"

"Yes, he's Slytherin's Seeker," you answered. "Quite the show-off, that one."

"Of course, he was like that fourth year, too," Anne chuckled. "What about you? Will I be seeing you flying about the pitch during Ravenclaw's games?"

You shook your head and told her what had happened last week.

"Banned?" she said incredulously. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, Black's always been a tyrant."

"Looks like you and Ominis will just have to keep me company in the stands now."

"I would be honored," she grinned, then glanced out the window. "Oh, don't let me keep you too late! You've still got to travel back to the castle."

"Oh, right," you said. You looked outside as well and saw a few stars beginning to dot the sky. You both stood from the table and Anne walked you to the door.

"Thank you for inviting me, and for dinner."

"Thank you for...everything," Anne returned. "Especially for taking care of Sebastian. He mentioned you quite a lot in his letters, by the way."

She gave you a pointed look.

"He's...a good friend," was all you said in response, but it sounded unconvincing even to your own ears. 

"If you say so," Anne smiled knowingly. "Fly safe, I'll see you at school!"

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By the time you made it back on Hogwarts grounds, the moon was high in the sky. You landed in the Bell Tower courtyard and sighed wearily, suddenly exhausted.

"There you are," you heard a familiar voice call out. You jumped, startled, and turned to see Sebastian sitting on the fountain's ledge. He was in his practice uniform, his broom resting on the ground by his feet.

"Sebastian, you scared me," you breathed, hand on your beating heart. "What are you doing out here?"

"You weren't in the Great Hall at dinner," he said, ignoring your question.

Anne had asked to keep your meeting in Feldcroft between the two of you. Although you didn't want to lie to him, you also didn't want to hurt his feelings. He'd be crushed if he knew you'd gone to see Anne and didn't tell him.

"I was out in Hogsmeade and lost track of time," you replied casually. "I needed a new ink pot since I accidentally broke mine earlier. I stopped by the Three Broomsticks to say hello to Sirona and got caught up in conversation."

He nodded, satisfied. "I've been flying extra drills in the pitch since dinner ended. I was...worried, when you didn't show up. I hadn't seen you around since class earlier."

You smiled and walked closer to the fountain. You sat down next to him on the ledge, looking up at the sky. He kept his eyes on you.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Sebastian spoke again, breaking the silence. "There's something that's been bothering you, I know it."

You frowned at the stars, feeling guilty. You hated keeping things from him.

Your gaze slid to his. He was quietly watching you, awaiting your response. You opened your mouth and—

Pain, sharp and blinding, pierced your temples. You groaned, bending forward and clutching the sides of your head. You frantically threw up a mental shield, trying to clear your mind.

You felt the locket grow warm beneath your clothes.

"Oh, I see you've discovered what I am...and you think you can keep me out with that measly shield? How pathetic..." the cruel voice laughed in your head. You could feel them, feel their magic, in your mind.

What do you want from me?  you thought fiercely.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Hogwarts' Savior..."

You distantly heard Sebastian saying your name, felt his hands on your shoulders. You didn't allow yourself to think about him. You had to keep him safe.

You gritted your teeth in anger.

I actually would...you thought. As if an instinct, you felt your own magic latch onto the Legilimens' mental presence. 

Suddenly, you were somewhere else. Your subconscious was somewhere else. An image floated in front of you. It looked like...a wand?

Something about it was familiar...

"Get. OUT." the voice boomed in your head, ringing in your ears. It was so much louder here.

When you were released, Sebastian was kneeling in front of you, face level with your own. His eyes were flooded with fear as they frantically roamed over your face. His hands were gripping your shoulders tightly.

"I...Are you alright?" Sebastian asked, desperation in his tone. " What was that, what happened?"

You slowly removed your hands from where they had covered your ears. You were trying to even your breathing, trying to focus on what you had seen. 

A wand. The Legilimens wasn't looking for the repository. They were looking for a wand.

Sebastian said your name again and your eyes met his.

"Sebastian..." you shook your head, looking away from him. "I can't–"

"Like bloody hell, you can't!" he said firmly. He let go of your shoulders and stood, taking a deep breath. Ran a hand over his face. 

"Just...just talk to me. Whatever is going on, let me help you."

You stood, too, frustrated. "I don't want your help!"

Sebastian looked as though you'd struck him. You regretted the words immediately.

You pushed past him, tears forming in your eyes, determined to run away from this conversation. You could do this on your own. You refused to drag him into your mess.

A strong hand grasped your wrist, stopping you.

"Please," Sebastian said quietly. "If someone is trying to hurt you–"

"It has nothing to do with you, Sebastian, just drop it!" You demanded, whirling back toward him.

His eyes narrowed. "So, what, I'm supposed to just let you handle this–whatever this is–alone? Knowing it's causing you pain?"

"You're supposed to trust that I can take care of myself! I'm more than capable," you retorted. 

You didn't even know why you were so angry. Of course he wanted to help, he was your best friend. He cared about you.

"I don't doubt your abilities for a second, and you know that," Sebastian countered, clearly frustrated himself. "But with what you went through last year, I need you to understand I'm here. That you don't have to do this on your own!"

His grip on your wrist was tight. When he noticed your eyes fall to it, his grasp loosened. His hand fell to yours and he squeezed it, gently this time. His gaze softened when you finally looked back up at him.

"You have more important things to worry about now," you muttered. "You have quidditch, and Anne, and–"

"You're my best friend," Sebastian cut you off. "You will always be an important thing I worry about. After everything you've done for me...it's my turn to help you."

You shook your head and looked away from him again, turning your eyes toward the ground like a coward.

"What if...what if something happens to you,because of me?" you whispered, squeezing his hand. "And I can't save you?"

And there it was.

You were terrified, after what happened to Professor Fig. You hadn't been strong enough to save him. How were you supposed to protect anyone else?

You felt him pull you closer, felt his arms wrap around your neck. You were pressed into his chest. He smelled like sweat and grass and pine.

He sighed, resting his chin on the top of your head. "Whatever happens, we'll face it together. I promise." 

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Chapter 7: Legilimency

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You were having another nightmare.

With the week you’d had, your mental troubles had momentarily slipped your mind. You thought the sleeping tonic was solving the problem. You were getting proper rest. You hadn’t even had any attacks since…

Since…

You sat up with a gasp. Your heart was beating erratically, and the locket was flickering faintly as it hung from your neck. You didn’t remember putting it on. But you had finally remembered something else.

You’d had an attack that day at quidditch practice. That’s why you had been distracted. There had been an unfamiliar voice inside of your head, speaking to you. Stealing your thoughts. 

Looking for something.

It was entirely too early, but you quietly made your way out of bed to get ready for the day. Then, you snuck into the restricted section of the library.

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“Legilimency is the act of magically navigating through the many layers of one’s mind and interpreting their thoughts. Muggles often refer to this as ‘mind-reading,’ although this term does not truly encompass what Legilimency entails. It is a delicate art, mastered by few. Its only combatant is the art of Occlumency, which allows one to shield their mind from the invasion and influence of a Legilimens…”

You stared at the dusty book page in horror.

There was a Legilimens at Hogwarts. One who thought you knew the location of whatever it is they wanted...

Few here knew about the repository beneath the school, about your ancient magic. Professor Weasley, Headmaster Black, Sebastian, Poppy, and Natty…but no one else you could think of. 

No one alive.

They wouldn’t have told anyone else, surely. You trusted your friends, and they had proven themselves to be trustworthy. Your only doubts lied with the headmaster, but he wouldn’t purposefully put the school in jeopardy while he was in charge.

One of your enemies, then. Maybe another dark wizard, someone Rookwood trusted enough to share information with. You couldn’t think of anything else a mysterious, and most likely dangerous, witch or wizard would want from you.

“You’re up early,” Samantha said, walking into the common room. It was almost time for Potions. “I was a little worried when you weren’t in bed.”

You quickly shut the book and stuffed it into your school bag before replying, “Wanted to do a bit of reading on Felix Felicis before today’s lesson. Shall we go?”

The entire walk to class, you were paranoid.

You watched closely as other students and faculty passed you in the halls. The Legilimens could theoretically be anyone. How in Merlin’s name were you supposed to find out whom?

I’d most likely have to perform Legilimency on them in return…

The thought made your skin crawl.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Samantha asked, looking at you with concern. “Maybe you should go see Nurse Blainey again, you look at little pale–”

“I’m fine,” you clipped. You glanced at your friend and sighed. “I’m sorry, I’m just…tired. I didn’t sleep well.”

Samantha just nodded, apologetic.

Once seated in class, Professor Sharp began a lecture about Felix Felicis since it, like Polyjuice Potion, was too tedious of a process to brew during class time. He assigned a second written essay and dismissed you all.

As your friends began to leave, you lingered, packing your things slowly. When the classroom was empty, you made your way to Professor Sharp’s desk.

“Professor, do you have a moment?”

“Make it quick,” he replied without taking his eyes from the papers in front of him. “Don’t you have Advanced Charms to get to?”

You nodded and continued. “I was wondering if you know anything about…Legilimency?”

Professor Sharp looked up at you cautiously. You gave him a slight nod, confirming his suspicion that this was related to your attack in his classroom last week.

“Return here after Charms, and we’ll discuss this matter further.”

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You had managed to perfect Aguamenti after practicing with Poppy between classes last week. Today, Professor Ronen taught its foil, the Drought charm. You and Poppy were taking turns summoning a puddle of water on your shared desk with Aguamenti and drying it up with the Drought Charm.

“Are you feeling better after your injury? Your cut has healed nicely.”

Your friend was right, you couldn’t even tell where it had been anymore. Thanks to the Wiggenweld doses you’d been taking the last few days, that and your concussion were completely healed.

“A little, yes,” you replied. “You played wonderfully at quidditch tryouts, by the way. Has Charlotte shared the team roster?”

Poppy’s eyes lit up, excited.

“She has! Abigail and I both got Chaser spots, and—” she stopped, looking at you sympathetically.

“What happened with Professor Black…” Poppy continued, “it’s absolutely ridiculous that he’s banned you from quidditch.”

You gave her an honest smile. “Don’t worry about me, Poppy, I’m just as excited to cheer you all on this season!”

Professor Ronen dismissed class and you quickly made your exit, sneaking back to the Potions classroom.

“So,” Professor Sharp said as you walked back up to his desk, “why don’t you start from the beginning, hm?”

It would be an immense weight off your shoulders to share your burdens with someone…even if that someone was Professor Sharp. But you trusted him. He had come to your aid during the fight with Ranrok’s Loyalists last year. He had spent time as an Auror.

He’d know how to help you.

You took a deep breath and began. You first gave him a brief summary of what had transpired during your fifth year in the events leading up to that final battle. You told him about your ancient magic, the Keepers, and the repository.

“Ancient magic…” he said, hand cupping his chin in thought. “The rest of us professors were not given all the details from the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress after the battle last term. This certainly answers a few questions I’ve had to keep to myself.”

“And Professor Fig left me this,” you continued, pulling the locket out from beneath your robes. “It was at the first Pensieve we’d found at the vault in Gringotts. It glows occasionally, with what I’ve assumed to be traces of ancient magic. I’m not sure why, though.”

Professor Sharp observed the locket curiously as it dangled from your neck, then asked if he could take a closer look. You unclasped the silver chain and handed him the locket. He waved his wand over it wordlessly and you saw a ripple of magic settle in the air. 

He nodded in confirmation.

“There’s been a protective enchantment imbued in the locket,” he stated. “Likely placed by Professor Fig. The locket’s glow could potentially be an effect of the enchantment.”

You stared at the locket, your chest aching as you thought of your old mentor. You pictured him casting the enchantment before you both went off to fight Ranrok, thinking he would no longer be around to protect you afterwards.

You hated that he had been right.

“The enchantment reacts to your emotions and actives when it senses you’re in danger. When have you noticed it glowing?” Sharp questioned.

You swallowed, willing your voice not to shake before answering, “When I am awoken from a nightmare, or when…when I experience an attack.”

You explained how you’d been having nightmares, how they’ve gotten worse since being back at Hogwarts. Then, you shared your theory.

“I believe someone else is trying to find the location of the repository, and they’re using Legilimency on me to remain anonymous.”

Professor Sharp sighed, “This is grave indeed. Legilimency is already a difficult enough magic to wield, but to perform it without direct eye contact is…almost unheard of.”

Well, that didn’t make you feel any better.

“I read that you can combat it, with Occlumency. Can you teach it to me, Professor?” you asked.

If Professor Sharp couldn’t help, you’d learn it yourself. Somehow. Perhaps Sebastian…but he’d sworn off anything to do with dark magic. You couldn’t ask that of him.

Professor Sharp stood from his desk, quiet, locket in hand. He slowly made his way to where you stood on the opposite end and gave it back to you. He seemed to be weighing your request.

“I’ll have to perform Legilimency on you,” he finally spoke. “It’s…not something I enjoy doing, but I agree that teaching you Occlumency is the best course of action. Are you alright with that?”

The idea of another person poking around in your mind made you shiver, but you were out of options. You nodded, albeit a little hesitant.

“To perform Occlumency, you must clear your mind. Imagine building a mental shield around what you wish to protect,” Professor Sharp continued. “Like Legilimency, it is a difficult skill to master, so it may take a while before you can perform it properly.”

“I’ll try,” you responded. You began to disregard any thoughts. You imagined an opaque shield of blue glass, encasing your subconsciousness.

“Let’s begin,” Professor Sharp declared.

His eyes met yours and you could feel his magic enter your mind. It was painful, yes, but bearable. Like a dull headache. Nothing like the other Legilimens, who’s attacks were harsh, desperate, and made you feel as though your brain were on fire.

He had slipped past your mental shield like it was nothing. You felt him searching your memories, cautious, before attempting to access a memory about the repository. The battle with the dragon. Your fear. Professor Fig’s death. Your grief.

You began to panic as you realized you were failing miserably at keeping Professor Sharp out.

There was a distant, warm sensation, then, and you realized it was the locket’s protective enchantment activating. You felt his magic recoil suddenly, as if he’d been shocked. He released his hold on your mind, and you felt your body sag with relief.

“The protective enchantment on your locket is likely why this mysterious Legilimens has yet to gain full access to your mind,” Professor Sharp said as he eyed the locket. “Without it, they most likely would have taken the knowledge they sought in their first attack…but its protection is not strong enough to keep them out completely.”

The locket was glowing again as you gripped it by the chain, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Since it previously belonged to Percival Rackham, you concluded that Professor Fig’s enchantment must’ve somehow merged with whatever traces of ancient magic were left behind its initial creation.

A powerful tool, indeed. You definitely wouldn’t be parting with it again anytime soon.

“Your shield was noticeable but weak,” Professor Sharp went on. “You need stronger intention behind it. Imagine something more solid, impenetrable, and practice summoning it in your mind throughout the day. We’ll continue these lessons until it becomes second nature.”

“Yes, Professor,” you replied. “Thank you…for helping me.”

Professor Sharp just gave you a curt nod and sent you on your way.

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“If Professor Shah really wanted us to enjoy Advanced Astronomy, she’d put warming charms near all the telescopes. I nearly froze to death last night!” Samantha exclaimed the next morning at breakfast in the Great Hall.

You laughed lightly at your friend’s outburst. The autumn chill was arriving early, it seemed. Especially with how windy it had been getting at night.

Amit sighed. “I agree, but the view was well worth it, such a clear sky! You could see the entirety of Canis Major, and the Sirius star was beautiful.”

“It would’ve been more beautiful if my teeth weren’t chattering,” Samantha retorted.

The three of you were waiting to leave for Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Hecat had been teaching non-verbal spell casting the last two weeks, and today you would put it into practice with a round of duels.

You’d been doing some practice of your own, with your mental shielding. It was hard to tell if it was going well without Legilimency to test it, but you continued anyway. The enchanted locket was around your neck, safely tucked away beneath your robes.

Suddenly, owls began swooping in to deliver the morning posts. You were surprised when a letter fluttered down towards you. You caught the parchment and saw it was addressed to you in a delicate script you didn’t recognize.

Confused, you broke the seal and read:

Good morning,

I hope you are well. I’m in Feldcroft and I’d like to meet with you. Alone, if that’s alright. There’s something I wish to discuss in person.

If you can, meet me at my late uncle’s house this evening.

Please don’t tell Sebastian or Ominis.

Anne Sallow

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Chapter 6: Rumors

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You sat in the stands of the quidditch pitch, watching as the four team captains conversed on the field with Madam Kogawa. The stands were much more filled than you had seen them during the Slytherin practice drills. 

Apparently, it was common for students to observe quidditch tryouts. 

Most of your friends would be aiming for a spot on their respective house teams. You tried to convince yourself it would be just as fun to cheer them on as it would be to play with them. 

Sighing, you watched the players walk out of the tents and onto the pitch, holding their brooms. 

“Chin up,” Ominis said from beside you, “at least you get to sit in my company during games now. Which, in my humble opinion, is much more enjoyable.” 

You chuckled lightly, appreciating your friend’s attempt to make you feel better. 

There had been no swaying the headmaster’s mind. His declaration yesterday had been final: you were officially banned from playing quidditch this season. Madam Kogawa had thanked you for your sacrifice. 

Sebastian, however, had been furious.

He still looked mad, even now, as you noticed him stalking onto the field. You assured him that it really wasn’t a big deal, but he continued to glare fiercely in Professor Black’s direction whenever he saw him.

The cut on your cheek had yet to heal completely, and you technically still had a concussion. The Wiggenweld potion had dulled the pain, though. You hadn’t managed to remember exactly what had happened in the events leading up to your injury. 

The conclusion was that a malfunction with your goggles had temporarily distracted you, giving Priscilla Wakefield an opportunity to target you with a Bludger to the head. Even if some small part of you didn't believe that was the entire truth, it still gave you someone to blame. This was all her fault. 

You scowled at Priscilla when you saw her on the pitch, laughing with some of the other Slytherin players. Then, you remembered your conversation with Samantha from earlier. 

You had decided that laying in bed and feeling sorry for yourself was much more appealing than attending class. Samantha had later given you the Arithmancy notes you missed and asked if you were feeling any better. 

“Also…there are some rather interesting rumors floating about,” she had said as she set the notes beside your bed. She was pressing her lips into a thin line to hide her smile. Not a good sign.

You sighed and sat up. “Let’s hear it, then.”

“Everyone’s been asking me if you and Sebastian are…together,” Samantha had replied, interlacing her hands.

“Together?” you had answered incredulously. “Why?”

She could no longer contain her smile. 

“Has he not informed you of his daring rescue?” she gushed. “After you fell from your broom, Sebastian swept in to catch you and defended you against Priscilla. Then, he carried you in his arms off the pitch!”

Your mouth had fallen open, a deep blush blooming onto your cheeks. Sebastian hadn’t said anything about rescuing you, and it somehow hadn’t crossed your mind to ask what had happened after you had been knocked unconscious.

“It was all rather romantic, Nerida Roberts says,” Samantha concluded. “She was in the quidditch stands, witnessed the whole thing.” 

After hearing that, you had definitely been determined to hide away in your dorm room the rest of the day. And maybe the entire weekend.

But, that afternoon, you had received an owl from Sebastian asking if you were still planning on watching the tryouts. You had promised him you would previously, when he had walked you back to your common room after Nurse Blainey had discharged you from the hospital wing. 

So, you had begrudgingly pulled yourself out of bed and went.

You felt yourself begin to blush now as you noticed Sebastian warming up on the pitch and recalled Samantha’s words.

“It was all rather romantic…”

“...well, as long as you’re feeling up to it, I mean,” Ominis was saying. You had missed the first part of his sentence, lost in your thoughts.

“Sorry, what was that?” you replied, pulling your attention away from the field to look at your friend. He glanced in your direction warily. 

Ominis repeated, “Sebastian mentioned the three of us taking a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow. I’ve got some supplies to collect, and he wants to get a gift for Anne. She’ll be back in Feldcroft this upcoming week.”

Anne had been keeping in touch with both Ominis and Sebastian over the last two weeks. She informed them that the nurses at St Mungo’s were confident in her recovery and she could return home early. The professors weren’t expecting her for another two weeks, so she’d be staying in Feldcroft for the time being. 

But she didn’t want any visitors. 

Her letters had been brief and formal. It was clear she still had reservations about seeing everyone again. Especially Sebastian. 

You thought for a moment before answering. “Sure, I’ll tag along.”

The house teams were paired off and two scrimmage matches were played, limited to one hour each. Madam Kogawa was the referee for each match, and players were swapped out occasionally to give everyone a chance to show off their skills. 

Ravenclaw played Hufflepuff in the first game. Andrew Larson and Charlotte Morrison watched as their potential teammates battled it out on the pitch. Poppy was trying for a Chaser position. On your own house team, Everett was a Beater and, to your surprise, Duncan Hobhouse was trying out for Seeker. In the end, your team lost as the Hufflepuff Seeker caught the Snitch just before Duncan could. Poor fellow.  

The next match was Slytherin against Gryffindor. Eric Northcott attempted to make conversation with Imelda as they observed the game, but she seemed set to ignore his presence entirely. Nellie and Natty were Chasers, Leander Prewett was a Beater, and Garreth was hovering around the goal posts as Keeper. Their Seeker was a boy you didn’t recognize. 

“Ominis, do you happen to know who the Gryffindor Seeker is?” you asked as you eyed the dark-haired student flying around the pitch. 

“I’m unsure of his name, but apparently he’s a seventh year transfer from Ilvermorny,” Ominis answered. “Imelda mentioned him to Sebastian the other day in the common room. Must be quite a shock to come here for his last year, no one really knows anything about him.”

You hummed in response. 

This match lasted longer than the last, both teams scoring consistently. You were quite pleased when a Gryffindor Beater nearly knocked Priscilla off her broom as they both went for the Bludger. But the majority of your attention had been on the Slytherin Seeker. 

Sebastian and the mysterious Griffyndor Seeker danced around each other for most of the game. The Snitch had yet to be spotted and the match was nearing its end. Suddenly, Sebastian zipped across the field, fast as an arrow. Gryffindor’s Seeker was hot on his trail, but he wasn’t fast enough. 

“Ominis, Sebastian got the Snitch!” you cheered along with the others in the stands, tugging your friend’s robes excitedly. 

“I figured as much, with all the commotion,” was his clipped response, but he was smiling.

With the Snitch in hand, Sebastian had won the game. 

He immediately turned to where you and Ominis sat in the stands and held up the Snitch, grinning madly.

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Who cares about some silly rumors…? You thought the next day as you walked along the trail to Hogsmeade between Sebastian and Ominis. 

The three of you had received a few not-so-subtle stares as you left the castle, and you were acutely aware of what they might be thinking. Thanks to Samantha. 

You glanced at Sebastian on your left, but his expression was relaxed, normal, as he responded to something Ominis had said. You wondered if he had heard any of the rumors, or if someone in his house had been bold enough to ask him outright. 

If they had, what was his response?

“Well, either way, we won’t find out who made the team and what positions they’ve been assigned until tomorrow,” Sebastian was saying. 

“You were excellent, I’m sure you have nothing to worry about,” you responded. 

“A compliment? For me? Someone’s in a good mood,” he teased.

You nudged him playfully with your shoulder and rolled your eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head, Sallow.”

The three of you parted ways once you reached Hogsmeade. Sebastian went off to get his gift for Anne, Ominis to pick up his supplies, and you to the Three Broomsticks. The two would meet you there once they had finished their respective tasks.

Upon entering the tavern, you were met with kind greetings from the locals you had waited on during your employment over the summer. You sat down at the bar as Sirona Ryan appeared from the kitchens.

“How lovely to see you, my friend,” Sirona greeted from the other side of the bar top. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You smiled and answered, “Just in town for some shopping. Any interesting news lately?”

“Not much, honestly,” Sirona sighed. “Things are pretty quiet around here without Rookwood and Harlow’s lot causing trouble. Students mill about on weekends, but I try not to pay any mind to their idle gossip.”

“Good, nothing of importance anyway,” you grumbled in reply. The barkeep gave you a knowing look but said nothing. 

Instead, Sirona waved her wand and a mug of butterbeer floated to the barrel’s tap. Once full, it came to rest in front of you.

“As promised,” she said, winking. “Oh, I actually did hear some chatter about an unusually young wand maker in London, now that I think about it. Mr. Ollivander was in here rambling about ‘new competition.’ He’s opened a shop in Carkitt Market, near Diagon Alley.”

Before you could respond, another patron called for Sirona’s attention and she was off. 

You took a sip of your butterbeer and contemplated the information Sirona had shared with you. You hadn’t yet been to Diagon Alley or heard of other wand makers aside from Mr. Ollivander. Sirona also mentioned that the maker was unusually young, which struck you as odd. 

How old are wand makers expected to be? I guess Mr. Ollivander is well into his years…

“Something on your mind?” Sebastian’s voice pierced your thoughts. 

You turned abruptly to find him sitting next to you at the bar, a butterbeer already in front of him. 

“Oh, you’ve got a little…” Sebastian fought a smile as he gestured to your face. 

You blushed and quickly wiped the foam away from your upper lip. “I…was pondering about something Sirona said. Have you heard anything about a new wand maker in London?”

He shrugged and shook his head. You then noticed a parcel sitting on the bar top between you.

“What did you decide to get for Anne?” you asked, changing the subject.

“A new scarf,” he replied, taking a quick sip of his butterbeer. “The autumn chill is quickly approaching, and she’s had the same one for forever.”

“How very thoughtful of you,” you smiled. “She’ll love it, I’m sure.”

Sebastian just smiled back. It looked more like a grimace. 

“She will,” you encouraged, placing a hand on top of his where it rested on the bar. “I know you’re worried, but she’s your sister. Your twin. Things between you two are going to be alright again…she just needs a little more time.”

Sebastian glanced at your joined hands before his eyes slid to yours. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, then he seemed as though he was going to say something–

“Oh good, you’re both here,” Ominis said as he appeared behind you, the red spark of his wand flickering. You and Sebastian startled, and you snatched your hand away, suddenly embarrassed. 

Ominis was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Am I…interrupting?”

“N-no, of course not! We were just…” you stammered.

“...talking about Anne,” Sebastian finished for you. A faint blush dusted his freckles, but you had refused to look back at him. 

“Alright…” Ominis drawled, raising an eyebrow at you both. “Ready to head back, then?”

This time, Ominis walked between you and Sebastian as you made your way back to the castle.

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Chapter 5: Practice

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On your third day of attending quidditch practice with the Slytherins, your entire body was so sore that it hurt to move.

The sleeping tonic from Nurse Blainey had worked wonders. You had slept through the entire night, all week, without a single nightmare. No attacks, either. Your excitement for quidditch practice had added onto your newfound energy from a good night’s rest.

The Room had finally given you the appropriate gear: goggles, arm and leg pads, gloves, and practice robes. Ravenclaw blue, of course.

You and Sebastian had spent the first day doing basic quidditch drills, taking laps around the pitch to gett you adjusted to the field.

The second day, you practiced the Chaser and Beater positions. You enjoyed being a Chaser and got a thrill when you scored, but you weren’t too great at passing the ball accurately. It was definitely a more technical position, so you decided it wasn’t your best bet.

Playing as a Beater was worse. Although you were quite strong, a heavy Bludger flying right at you at break-neck speed made hitting it any further than a few feet difficult. If you managed to make contact. Which was rare.

Keeper was too much pressure, you had told Sebastian. He had laughed, but agreed.

Your goggles hung loosely around your neck, your Silver Arrow broom held in your hand, as Sebastian reviewed the quidditch positions with you again.

“...and we’ve finally reached Seeker,” he gestured to himself, “which is my personal favorite and arguably the most vital position.”

“You mean the most flashy,” you mocked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Which is probably why you chose it.”

Sebastian winked back. “You know me too well. This position is probably most suitable for you, since you really only have to worry about two things: dodging Bludgers and finding the Snitch. Nothing too technical, you’re nimble on a broom, and you’ve got a pretty good eye.

“This is our last practice before tryouts tomorrow,” Sebastian went on. “We’re doing a team scrimmage, so we’ll be on opposing sides.”

You nodded, the nerves beginning to settle in. Seeker was your last shot at finding a quidditch position that you felt comfortable enough to try for this year. If not, you could spend the rest of the year practicing and try again next season, but…you wanted to play now.

“This is a practice Snitch,” Sebastian held up the tiny, golden ball. “If we don’t find it within an hour, it'll return to its case automatically.”

There was a case of quidditch equipment that remained open in the middle of the pitch. In a real game, matches could go on for days if a Snitch wasn’t found and Chasers weren’t scoring quick enough.

The teams were divided, with Imelda acting as referee. On her whistle, the scrimmage began.

You quickly made a lap of the pitch, watching for a flash of gold or an incoming Bludger to the head. Sebastian did the same, flying in agile arcs across the chaos of the main game. You decided to go higher for a better angle.

You surveyed the game from above, watching in fascination as the players moved in swift, calculated formations. One of the Chasers on your team scored and cheers rang out. There were a few students observing from the stands.

After about twenty minutes of painstakingly roaming your eyes across the pitch and keeping watch for any reactions from Sebastian, you finally noticed a quick glint of gold near the bottom of one of the observation stands.

You were off.

Instinct took over as you dove toward the Snitch, pressing your body down against the handle of your broom. Wind whipped your hair about your face, stinging your cheeks. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of green heading straight towards you.

You ignored Sebastian as he caught up to you. In this moment, you only had eyes for the Golden Snitch fluttering a few meters ahead of you.

Merlin, this thing is faster than I thought…

Sebastian was right at your side now, smiling wildly. Damn him, he was laughing.

You both chased the Snitch at high-speed, the rest of the pitch a blur as you shot around the perimeter. It zigged and zagged ahead, still too far away for either of you to reach.

Sebastian had pulled ahead of you slightly, somehow accelerating even faster. You didn’t know it was possible.

In an instant, the Snitch took a ninety degree turn upwards, heading toward the sky. It registered then that you were about to crash directly into one of the observation stands. You heard Sebastian curse as he pulled his broom sharply to the left.

You weren’t giving up so easily.

Gritting your teeth, you pulled your broom upwards. You regretted it almost immediately, as your broom shot skyward at break-neck speed, lifting you from the saddle. Your tight grip on the broom’s neck was suddenly the only thing keeping you from falling.

With a groan, you threw your weight to one side and maneuvered your broom into a barrel roll. The momentum of the spin threw you back onto the saddle and then upright again. You heard a round of cheers. You smiled to yourself, adrenaline pumping, but didn’t soak in your victory yet. That move was just simple physics, and you still didn’t have the Snitch.

Where is it… you thought as you slowed your speed slightly, eyes scanning ahead of you.

You were flying directly over the Chasers, who were now engaged in a tense battle for the Quaffle. The Beaters were hitting the Bludger on the outskirts of the fray, not too far from where you flew.

“Where is it…show it to me…”

A cold chill ran down your spine.

A voice you didn’t recognize…was in your head. Your temples began to pulse, the now familiar fiery pain spiking behind your eyes. A terrible realization came over you.

Someone was inside of your mind. You could feel them, trying to filter through your memories. It was an invasive, exposing, terrible feeling–

You clutched your head with one hand, tears welling in your eyes and blurring your vision. 

What kind of awful magic was this?

No, no, no, get out, get out, GET OUT–

You heard someone distantly shouting your name…Sebastian.

“Sebastian Sallow…Oh, I see…how intriguing…” the cruel voice said again, reading your thoughts as they came to you.

You were horrified.

As you fought for control of your mind, you forgot where you were. You forgot you were on a broom, hundreds of feet in the air. In the middle of a quidditch match.

You didn’t see the Bludger coming right at your face.

The blinding pain knocked you unconscious immediately. Your body went limp. Slipped from your broom.

And suddenly, you were free-falling, head-first, towards the ground.

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No, no, no…! Sebastian thought frantically as he saw your body fall from the broom, already racing after you. You had failed to hear his shouts for you to watch out for the incoming Bludger.

One of the Beaters had noticed you getting close to the Snitch and targeted you.

Quicker than he ever had before, Sebastian dove. He positioned himself beneath your trajectory and caught your body a few feet before it hit the Earth. The force of it threw him from his broom and you both crashed the rest of the way to the ground.

There was a sharp pain in his left shoulder from the impact, but he didn’t care.

Sebastian had cushioned your fall with his body, holding you tightly to his chest. He carefully lifted you off of him, laying you onto the grass. He knelt beside your body and threw off his quidditch goggles, panicked and out of breath.

Your eyes were closed. The right lens of your goggles was cracked, and your right cheek was cut and bleeding, already beginning to swell. He put two fingers to your neck, checking for a pulse. He sighed with intense relief when he felt your heartbeat.

“What the bloody hell happened?” Imelda demanded, running over. Players began landing their brooms, other onlookers rushing to join the forming crowd. Everyone was staring and whispering.

Sebastian had been too far away to tell. After your highly impressive recovery, it appeared to him as though you had just been continuing after the Snitch. But you should’ve seen a Bludger coming right at your face. You would’ve dodged.

Something wasn’t right.

“It looked like she was messing with her goggles,” Violet McDowell said, walking up with a broom in her hand. She was one of the Beaters for the opposing team. “Perhaps she couldn’t see properly.”

Priscilla Wakefield, a Beater on Sebastian’s team, sneered. “Little Raven should’ve been paying closer attention to the game. A bloody first year could have dodged that Bludger.”

“Shut your damn mouth,” Sebastian snapped. She must’ve been the one who had targeted you.

“Serves her right,” Wakefield pushed, “showing up to our practices, acting like she’s one of us. It's obvious she doesn’t belong on the pitch, someone had to teach her a lesson.”

Sebastian was on his feet in an instant, his temper getting the better of him. No one was going to talk about you like that and get away with it.

“Alright, everyone shut it!” Imelda demanded, stepping in front of Sebastian. Priscilla had enough sense to look nervous as Sebastian glared at her with quiet fury.

“Sallow, let’s get her to the hospital wing,” Imelda went on, “The rest of you, we’re done here. Leave.”

The crowd began to disperse immediately. Sebastian’s injured shoulder protested in pain as he lifted your body, one arm behind your neck and the other behind your knees, but he ignored it. Cradling you, he and Imelda began the trek to the hospital wing.

Nurse Blainey was less than thrilled, of course. Going on and on about how quidditch being back this term is making her life miserable. As she was tending to your injuries, Professor Black strutted into the hospital wing looking rather annoyed. Professor Weasley was on his heels.

This can’t be good… Sebastian thought.

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You became conscious of the sound of arguing. The last thing you remembered was chasing the Snitch with Sebastian…

Then, you became aware of the terrible headache. Merlin, it felt like your head had been split in two.

“...but you can’t do that!” You heard Imelda’s desperate voice, pleading.

A scoff. “I am the headmaster, I will do whatever I think is best for this school and its students. And I will not tolerate any more disrespect from you, Miss Reyes.”

“She is right, you already reinstated the season,” you heard Madam Kogawa say. “You cannot go back on your word, it is unfair and unjust!”

“Headmaster, please, let us take a moment to compose ourselves.” That was Professor Weasley.

What in Merlin’s name is going on…

You slowly opened your eyes, squinting against the brightness. As your vision focused, you saw Nurse Blainey hovering over your right side, applying a bandage to your throbbing cheek.

Sebastian was to your left gazing at you, brows drawn together in deep concern.

“Hold still,” Nurse Blainey said when she noticed you were waking. She finished with the bandage and then held a vial to your lips to drink. Wiggenweld.

“You have a severe concussion,” she continued as you drank the potion. “Try not to move too much.”

“...I cannot have students, especially her, being nearly killed over a sport! I have made my decision: this quidditch season is cancelled.”

You sat up immediately.

You swayed, feeling light-headed. Nurse Blainey exclaimed in protest, but Sebastian caught you and helped you stay upright. He kept his arm around your back, supporting your weight.

The three faculty members and Imelda were gathered at the end of your cot, looking at you in alarm.

“Professor Black…please,” you started, fighting to stay conscious. “Please, don’t cancel quidditch. It…it was all my fault. I shouldn’t…have been out there.”

Professor Weasley’s eyes softened. “It’s alright, dear, we’ll handle this business. You get your rest.”

You shook your head, which was definitely a mistake, and continued. “I promise, it won’t happen again. I...I won’t play, just...please don’t cancel the season.”

Sebastian’s head turned sharply to you, eyes wide. Imelda was giving you an odd look. 

Pity, you realized.

The Headmaster was silent as he observed you. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath.

“Fine, I suppose that’ll do,” he finally answered. “The season will continue, but you are no longer permitted to try out. That’ll be all.”

Before anyone else could protest on your behalf, Professor Black turned on his heels and fled. 

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Chapter 4: Growing Pains

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The next few days passed rather uneventfully. 

You had attended the rest of your weekly classes, receiving a few more assignments on the way. In Defensive Against the Dark Arts, Professor Hecat had introduced that you would be learning nonverbal spell-casting, which you thought would come in handy.

You were still having those unsettlingly vivid nightmares, but, thankfully, no more attacks. 

You spent the first half of your weekend in the common room with Samantha, writing your essays for Professor Sharp and completing any other assignments you both had received. 

The second half was spent in the stands of the quidditch pitch, observing the Slytherin team as they prepared for the upcoming tryouts. You had finished reading Quidditch Through the Ages and wanted to see how it compared to the real deal. 

You were absolutely fascinated. 

Although you had been apprehensive, the sport had enamored you. Sebastian was right. You itched to be on a broom, to experience the excitement for yourself. Having memorized all the rules and techniques from your reading, you desperately wanted to put it into action and see how you fared.

Sebastian had been severely down-playing his abilities this summer. He was fantastic. After just one week of trials, you never would’ve guessed he had taken a whole year off. 

“Well, how are you feeling now?” Sebastian asked as you both walked back toward the castle. You had met him down on the pitch after practice, waiting as he put all of his gear away in the Slytherin quidditch tent. He was sweaty, his curly hair was damp, and he had slight impressions around his eyes from his goggles. 

You, however, had butterflies in your stomach. 

“I don’t say this often, but you were right,” you teased, “it does look like loads of fun.”

He pumped his fist in success and said, “Now, we’ve got to get you on a broom. Imelda said you could join us tomorrow after class.”

Your eyes widened. “You already asked her?”

“I knew you’d say yes,” Sebastian smirked. You gave him a playful shove, and he rubbed his arm in feigned pain. 

Once back in the Ravenclaw common room after dinner, you were surprised to find Everett Clopton waiting for you. 

“There you are,” he said excitedly. “I heard a rumor you’ve been observing Slytherin quidditch trials. Would you happen to be trying-out for Team Ravenclaw this week?”

Word travels fast, apparently. 

“I’m not sure yet,” you replied honestly, “but I am interested. Is there a spot available?”

Everett nodded. “For you, even if there wasn’t, we’d make one! Having Hogwarts’ Savior on the team has to be good luck.”

You tried not to cringe at the title. You’d heard it whispered as you passed through the halls, sat in class, studied in the library. You had hoped it would be left behind in fifth year, but alas.

“Andrew Larson is the captain this year, I’ll be sure to let him know you’re interested,” Everett concluded before saying his goodbyes. 

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The next day, you were back in Sharp’s Potions class. Garreth was sitting at your shared potion station, aggressively inking something onto a scroll. 

“Did you really wait until the last second to finish your essay?” you chuckled as you took your seat. 

Garreth, without looking up, responded, “I had more important things to worry about.”

“He spent the entire week sneaking out to the quidditch pitch to practice after the Slytherins left,” Natty said, shaking her head. “I’m sure the rest of his time was spent simply ignoring his schoolwork.”

“Essays without dry ink will not be permitted for submission, Mr. Weasley,” Professor Sharp said as he walked out of the supply room to go sit at his desk. Garreth winced. 

He eyed Sharp before whispering to you in a low voice, “Little does he know, I learned a drying charm this weekend.” 

You watched as Garreth pulled his wand from his robes and whispered an incantation you didn’t recognize. The parchment burst into flames.

You all stared in disbelief as the essay turned into ashes. Garreth was frozen with shock. 

“That’ll be ten points from Gryffindor,” was all Professor Sharp said.

Since it is too time consuming to brew yourselves, Professor Sharp instead gave a grueling lecture about Polyjuice Potion and its uses. He then demonstrated how one might brew the potion as the rest of the class observed and took notes. 

Once class was dismissed, you said your goodbyes to Garreth, Natty, and Samantha as they left. Ominis and Sebastian were caught up in conversation with Imelda, but Sebastian gave you a nod as they exited, heading to Charms. You lingered behind to finish up your notes as the rest of the class emptied. 

Suddenly, you felt it. It had been a week since that first attack, but you hadn’t forgotten that pain in your temples.

It was happening again. 

Your quill snapped in one hand as your other clutched your head. Your arm knocked your inkpot to the ground, and you heard it shatter distantly. You clenched your teeth to keep from crying out. 

It feels like…there’s something in my head… you thought, fighting to stay conscious. 

You felt a strong hand grip your shoulder. At some point, you had fallen from your stool and were hunched over, gripping the edge of the potions station and breathing deeply. 

Professor Sharp was next to you, watching with concern. 

“I…I’m so sorry, Professor,” you managed to say. “I’ll clean that up right away–”

“It’s alright, I’ll take care of it,” Sharp replied calmly. “Perhaps…you should pay a visit to Nurse Blainey.”

You nodded, slowly gathering yourself and the rest of your items. Professor Sharp, mercifully, didn’t ask any questions. You exited as quickly as you could muster and, ignoring his advice to go to the hospital wing, headed off to Charms.

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On the walk over, any lingering pain had vanished. You stopped in a girls’ lavatory to make sure you didn’t appear as distressed as you felt, before entering Professor Ronen’s class. 

“I was worried you weren’t going to make it,” Poppy said as you took your seat next to her right before class started. 

“Sorry, got held up taking notes after Potions,” you said, managing a smile. “You know how Sharp is.”

Poppy nodded knowingly. “Well, you’re just in time, we’re learning Aguamenti today.”

The water-making charm… your muddled brain recalled.

Professor Ronen introduced the charm briefly, demonstrated the wand movement, then summoned an empty glass cup in front of each of you. The task was to simply fill the glass with water using the incantation.

“Aguamenti,” Poppy chanted and waved her wand. Water poured calmly from the tip of her wand and filled her cup. “Oh, that’s quite clever!”

You glanced around the class as mutterings of the incantation filled the room. Sebastian and Ominis sat directly across the open floor from you, attempting to fill their own glasses. Natty sat with Nellie Oggspire to your left, demonstrating the proper wand movement again for Nellie. Natty’s glass was already full. Professor Ronen was making his way around the room, observing.

“Alright, I’ll give it a go,” you said to Poppy, who watched in polite expectation. 

You steeled your mind, focused. Banned all thoughts of the attack from earlier. 

“Aguam–” you began, but, before you even finished the incantation, your wand tip began to flicker with a faint blue hue. The glass in front of you shattered, the sound ringing through the classroom. 

All noise stopped abruptly as everyone’s eyes turned to you. You stared at the pile of glass, stunned. 

“Ah no worries, friend, these things can happen,” Professor Ronen assured as he made his way over to you. “Aguamenti is a delicate charm.”

He quickly cast Repario and the glass fixed itself, forming into a cup again. “I think we will stop there for today. Be sure to practice this charm, you will find it can prove to be very useful. Class dismissed!”

“It’s alright,” Poppy reassured as she gathered her things, “we can practice it together later this week!”

You just nodded, quiet, as your friend said her goodbyes and exited with the rest of the class. 

You looked up as other students passed in front of you and noticed Sebastian hadn’t stood yet either. He was staring at you, concerned, like he wanted to say something. 

Not wanting to face him at the moment, you stood to join the crowd and decided that maybe a trip to the hospital wing wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

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“Everything appears to be in order,” Nurse Blainey thought aloud as she hovered her wand slowly down your body. “Just a headache, was it?”

You were sitting at the edge of a cot in the hospital wing, fidgeting with a loose thread on your robes. You had debated if coming here would be worth the help or only cause more trouble. Nurse Blainey tended to pry, and you weren’t sure how much you were ready to reveal. 

“Yes, more like a migraine. And some slight nausea,” you answered. “I…collapsed.”

Nurse Blainey thought for a moment, lowering her wand. “Have you been sleeping well?”

You hesitated for a second too long. She tilted her head expectantly. 

“I’ve been having a bit of trouble,” you finally admitted, “with…nightmares.”

She gave you a sympathetic look. “No surprise with the year you’ve had, dear. Wait here.”

The medwitch walked away for a moment, then returned with two vials: one yellow and one purple. “Essence of Dittany for the migraines, and this purple one is a lavender-based sleeping tonic. Take one spoonful every night before bed, and you should have a dreamless sleep. Come see me again if the problem persists.” 

You took both vials and thanked the nurse. As you stood to leave, there was a sudden commotion coming from the staircase. 

“...well this wouldn’t have happened if he had simply hit the Bludger back the way it came from, like a Beater is supposed to do!” Imelda’s annoyed voice rang out.

“She could’ve held back a bit. He’s only a second year!” Sebastian’s voice argued back.

The two Slytherins entered, dressed in their quidditch robes, carrying a young, unconscious boy between the two of them. 

It dawned on you then. You were supposed to be at quidditch practice with the Slytherin team.

“Merlin, I did not miss quidditch. My life was much more peaceful without it last year,” Nurse Blainey said as walked away from you to meet them. “Come on then, set him down just there!” 

You watched as the two Slytherins laid the boy on the cot closest to the entrance, and Nurse Blainey began asking Imelda what happened. Sebastian’s gaze, looking toward where Nurse Blainey had come from, met yours.

He gestured toward the doors and you both walked out of the hospital wing, standing by the unicorn fountain on the landing. 

“Is that boy alright?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“He should be fine, took a Bludger to the stomach during Beater drills,” Sebastian replied. “Knocked the wind right out of him. Imelda is pretty ruthless, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

You laughed. “I’m sorry I missed practice, it completely slipped my mind…it’s been a long day.”

“It seems so,” Sebastian replied. “What about you…why are you in the hospital wing? You seemed a little off today in Charms.”

“Oh, I shattered that glass on purpose,” you joked. Sebastian wasn’t laughing. You cleared your throat and continued. 

“I’ve had a bit of a migraine today, that’s all,” you said, bending the truth a little. He had enough on his plate, with school and quidditch and Anne. You didn’t want to add your mess on top of it. “I didn’t sleep very well last night.”

Sebastian looked skeptical, but he wasn’t going to push. You didn’t like hiding the truth from him, but you weren’t even sure what the true problem was yet. No sense in worrying him about it now.

“But Nurse Blainey gave me some healing tonics, so I should be good as new by tomorrow. I’d still like to attend practice, if the offer stands,” you smiled at him, changing the subject. 

He smiled back and replied, “Careful what you wish for.”

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In the Shadow of You | Hogwarts Legacy

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Chapter 3: Nightmares

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"You are a traitor to our kind…!

Children should be seen and not heard…

…the wizarding world could not be in more capable hands."

Your eyes shot open, your heart beating wildly in your chest. You were struggling to breathe.

You had been having nightmares periodically throughout the summer. They were hazy, and you usually couldn’t recall exactly what happened in them once you awoke. But you’d always wake suddenly, sweating, your heart hammering. 

You still hadn’t told anyone, not even Sebastian.

This was the most vivid nightmare you had experienced. It was like you were reliving your worst moments of fifth year all over again, leaving you feeling shaken and disoriented. 

I’m safe…I’m at Hogwarts, in the dormitories, you thought, trying to calm yourself.  Ranrok is dead. Rookwood is dead. Professor Fig is…but I am alive. I am safe.

When your breathing finally returned to normal, you noticed there was a faint blue glow emanating from beneath your pillow. Lifting the pillow, you saw that the locket was glowing with those traces of ancient magic that only you could see. 

It hadn’t done that since the day you discovered it in Professor Fig’s bedchambers. 

You actually hadn’t had any experience with your ancient power since that day you found the locket. Hadn’t felt any pull of magic, guiding you to an unknown destination. Hadn’t summoned one spark of that blue light all summer. You had begun to fear that maybe you had accidentally locked up your power as well, that day you resealed the repository of dark magic beneath Hogwarts. 

A very small part of you was relieved. Which was yet another secret you kept to yourself.

Having that ancient magic was a wonderful gift, but it had brought such hardship into your life. Having it made you a target. A weapon. A savior.

It was a complicated relationship. 

The locket continued to glow. Deciding you weren’t going back to sleep anytime soon, you grabbed the locket by the chain and used its blue glow to guide you toward the girls’ lavatory. 

Keeping your footsteps light so as to not disturb your roommates, you quietly snuck from the dormitory and made your way down the hall. The blue light illuminated your path and cast eerie shadows along the walls. You pretended not to notice them.

Once in the bathroom, you glanced at your reflection in the mirror. You looked…haunted. After gently setting the locket on the counter, you splashed water on your face, trying to chase away your nightmares. Memories. Whatever. 

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain spike in both of your temples. It caught you so incredibly off guard that you cried out and fell to your knees. You clutched the sides of your head, squeezed your eyes shut, tried not to scream. 

It was agonizing. 

The locket’s glow began flickering chaotically from blue to red. Red to blue. 

You felt…something. Foggy and distant. But you couldn’t focus. Your blood was roaring in your ears. You couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t think.

And as quickly as it happened, it was over. Mere seconds had passed. It felt like hours. 

You were keeled over on the cold floor, gasping for air. You couldn’t move. 

The sunrise had begun to peak through the lavatory windows before you were able to pick yourself up and sneak back to bed. 

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It was officially your first day of sixth year. 

You tried not to think about what had transpired early that morning. The nightmares. The…pain. 

Whatever that was.

After all that had transpired during your fifth year, you were desperate for a normal Hogwarts school experience. You didn’t want to dwell on what was happening with your ancient magic. You wanted to attend class with your friends and learn about ordinary, everyday magic. 

You pulled on your new uniform and robes, feeling slightly nauseous. You ignored that, too. 

Luckily, you had somehow managed to appear well-rested. You could almost convince yourself that everything was perfectly fine. 

Everything is perfectly fine…! you thought stubbornly. 

“All set?” Samantha said, pulling you from your thoughts. Your first class of the day was Advanced Potions with Professor Sharp, which you two had together. 

You grabbed your textbook and your school bag. You double checked its contents: parchment, quill, ink, extra parchment, and your wand. You purposefully left the locket stuffed beneath your pillow, wanting nothing to do with it at the moment. 

You nodded. “Let’s go, Professor Sharp will never let us hear the end of it if we’re late on the first day.”

By the time you walked into the classroom, most of the students had already arrived. And, unfortunately, most of the potion stations had already been claimed. 

“Over here, there is space for you both!” you heard a familiar voice say.

Natty was waving you and Samantha over to the potion station she and Garreth Weasley had occupied. Which, of course, was front and center, directly across from Professor Sharp’s desk. No wonder those spots were still available. 

That and everyone else most likely wanted to be as far away from Garreth as possible. 

You smiled and walked over, Samantha leading the way ahead of you. 

“Natty! So good to see you,” you said as you set down your things across from her. “I missed you at the Sorting Ceremony last night.”

“It is good to see you as well, my friend!” Natty returned. “I cannot wait to hear all about your summer holiday.”

“What am I, chopped Dugbog tongue?” Garreth complained. “Did you not miss me as well?”

You laughed at the Gryffindor to your left. “Of course, Garreth. How was your holiday?”

“Very nice, thank you for asking,” he smiled. “I spent most of the summer thinking up new recipes to try this year. Don’t worry, you’ll definitely be the first to know once I’ve perfected them.”

“As long as it doesn’t explode in her face, I’m sure it’ll be great,” Samantha teased, sitting to your right. 

You had gotten stuck with the seat closest to the front, so your back currently faced Professor Sharp. It did, however, give you the best vantage point for surveying the rest of the classroom.

Amit was at the station closest to the door, the same spot he had been in the previous year. A Hufflepuff girl you recalled having herbology with sat next to him. Lenora Everleigh, you remembered. There was also a second Hufflepuff girl you didn’t recognize. 

To your far left sat Imelda, Ominis, and Sebastian. He sat on the side facing toward Sharp, Imelda across, and Ominis to his left. Sebastian was already glancing in your direction when you looked over, sitting with his chin resting casually on his propped hand. You gave him a quick smile and wave. 

“Alright, class, may I have your attention,” Professor Sharp said, as he stood from his desk. You and Imelda both had to turn to face him. 

“I hope you all had an enjoyable holiday,” he continued as he made his way around his desk, “and I am pleased to see you decided to take Advanced Potions. As the name suggests, this will be more difficult than your previous potions class, as it is considered a N.E.W.T. level course. Be prepared.”

Garreth barely stifled his groan. 

Professor Sharp walked over to the chalkboard and flipped it, showing a written list of various potions. “These are the potions we will be covering over the course of the term. They are also listed in your textbooks, along with their descriptions and ingredients.”

Your eyes glanced quickly over the list. 

Polyjuice Potion, Felix Felicis, Veritaserum, Draught of the Living Dead, and…Amortentia. 

Your eyes widened. Love potion? It didn’t seem like a particularly brilliant idea to teach that to a bunch of teenagers. You could hear the two Hufflepuff girls giggling excitedly behind you. 

Definitely not a good idea.

“Yes, Miss Everleigh?” Professor Sharp asked.

Lenora had apparently raised her hand. “Is that the order we’ll be learning them in as well?”

She wasn’t happy that Amortentia was last on the list. Oddly enough, the textbook only mentions what ingredients you need, not how to actually brew it. During your reading of it the other night, you had supposed that was done on purpose. 

Professor Sharp nodded. “Precisely. Now, by next class, I’d like a three scroll essay on the historical uses of the Polyjuice Potion, as well as what might affect its potency. You’re dismissed for today.”

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“Damn that Sharp, I can’t believe he assigned an essay on the first day of class!” Sebastian grumbled at lunch. The Great Hall was fairly empty, so the two of you and Ominis sat together at the Slytherin table. 

You had just come from your N.E.W.T. level Charms class, which the three of you took together after Potions. You had been pleased to find Poppy waiting outside the classroom, and the two of you decided to sit next to one another. Similarly to Potions, Professor Ronen briefly discussed the charms that would be covered throughout the term, although he was kind enough to dismiss you without an assignment. 

“You shouldn’t be surprised,” you responded after swallowing your food. “He probably hates the thought of students actually having fun during school.” 

Ominis nodded in agreement. “It’ll only get worse from here on out. Remember what he said in class today. Be prepared.”

Sebastian sighed in frustration. “Quidditch practice will be eating up most of my afternoons now. Schoolwork will just have to wait.”

“You need to sort out your priorities,” Ominis replied. 

Rolling his eyes, Sebastian turned his attention back to you. 

“So,” he drawled, “thoughts on joining for quidditch trials today?”

You honestly hadn’t given it any thought. After this morning’s events, you definitely didn’t know if joining the quidditch team was the best idea. But the thought of spending more time with your best friend…had its appeals.

“Well, I don’t have the proper equipment,” you responded, trying for an excuse. “And I, for one, think schoolwork takes precedence over quidditch practice.”

“Don’t be such a Ravenclaw!” he mocked playfully. “You’ll be able to finish that essay for Sharp in no time and you know it. You’re the brightest witch in this school.” 

You tried not to blush at the compliment, but he was right. You had planned on starting the essay tonight and wrapping it up by lunchtime tomorrow. It was straight forward enough, and you already knew exactly what to write about from your summer reading.  

“As for the equipment predicament,” he continued, “I think we both know a place that could provide you with exactly what you need.”

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The Room of Requirement hadn’t been touched all summer. 

Everything was exactly as you had left it, but a certain house-elf seemed to be missing. The animals you had been caring for were turned over to Professor Howin to look after over the holiday, so the vivariums were empty as well. 

“I can’t believe you had this entire Room to yourself last year, and you didn’t tell me about it!” Sebastian said, astonished, as he surveyed the area. He was quite shocked this summer when you finally admitted where you had been disappearing to.

“The appeal was that I would have a quiet and peaceful place to study. Alone,” you gave him a pointed look. Sebastian shrugged. 

“So, you just think about what you need and the Room reads your mind?” he asked. “I know we’re magic, but even I find that hard to believe.”

You smirked, “Precisely.”

You closed your eyes and began imagining all of the gear Sebastian had listed off to you on your walk over. Nothing happened. You kept trying, suddenly embarrassed. You probably looked ridiculous. 

Not sure what good this gear will do anyway if I don’t really know what I’m doing…

A dusty book thumped onto the ground between you and Sebastian. He stared in wide-eyed shock. As he bent and read the cover, he laughed.

“Quidditch Through the Ages? Brilliant!”

You crossed your arms. “Not exactly what I had in mind.”

Sebastian picked up the book and wiped off the dust. “Guess the Room thinks you’re not quite ready to take to the pitch. A little light reading ought to settle your nerves.”

“I’m not nervous!” you said defensively. A lie.

Stupid Room.

Sebastian prompted you to hold out your hands, which you obeyed, and he handed over the book. “You most certainly are. Take a few more days to think about it. I didn’t mean to pressure you into practicing today…I guess I was just eager for you to get some experience.

“Quidditch is loads of fun, but only if you want to play,” he continued. “And, if not, it’s just as fun to watch.”

You looked up from the book to meet his eyes. Sebastian gave you a soft, reassuring smile. 

At that moment, you wanted to tell him about your nightmares. You wanted to tell him about the pain you felt that morning. About being afraid to use your ancient magic again. You wanted so badly to admit everything you had been keeping bottled up inside of you. 

But you simply nodded and returned the smile. 

It didn’t quite reach your eyes.

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Chapter 2: Sixth Year

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“You’re sure I can’t convince you to skip sixth year and stay here?” Sirona begged, hugging you tightly.

You laughed, hugging the witch back, “I’m positive.”

“Fine,” she sighed, releasing you. “But you better be back next summer holiday as well. And the one after that.”

“I’ll be graduated by then, Sirona.”

“Even better. You can stay indefinitely.” 

You smiled, shaking your head incredulously. 

It was officially time to return to Hogwarts for the Sorting Ceremony later that evening. It would be interesting to watch the ceremony this year, as well as see fresh faces around the castle. Although you knew you’d be back throughout the school year, it was hard saying goodbye to Sirona Ryan. 

“Thank you, for taking me in,” you said. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without your kindness.”

Sirona smiled. “Anytime, my friend. Thank you for all your help this summer. Butterbeers on me next time you’re in town.”

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You made your way through the Ravenclaw common room to unpack your things. It was still early, so not too many students had arrived yet. You found the sixth year dormitories and pushed open the door.

“Bunk beds again?” You heard a familiar voice groan in frustration. 

Samantha Dale stood before the sets of bunk beds, the room not too much different than the dormitories you shared previously. She turned upon hearing the door open, lighting up when she recognized you.

“There you are! I knew you’d get here early too,” Samantha exclaimed. “Can you believe this? We must be the only house with such terrible sleeping arrangements.”

Last year, you ended up on the bunk below Samantha’s. You didn’t particularly mind the setup, but you could see why she might be annoyed at having to clamor in and out of bed every day. 

“I’ll take the top bed this year, if you’d like,” you suggested. 

She waved a hand in dismissal at your offer. “No, no, I can’t stand the bottom bunk. I feel like I might be crushed at any moment. Makes it quite hard to sleep.” 

You chatted about your summers as you unpacked your trunks. Samantha gushed about some rare plant species she got to see while on a tour of Ilvermorny and how beautiful Mount Greylock is during sunsets. 

After making your way back to the common room, you ran into more familiar faces. Amit was showing off yet another new telescope. This one, however, was a Muggle telescope he acquired at his astronomy camp in London. His wizarding models were much more beautiful, but he was excited nonetheless. 

As you made your way to the Great Hall for dinner, you heard Poppy Sweeting call your name. She caught up to you, pulling you into a warm embrace. You continued to the Great Hall together, her quickly talking through stories of Romania. You parted ways at the Hufflepuff table, but she promised you would both catch up properly sometime soon. 

Once seated at your own house table, Samantha to your right and Amit across from you, you did a quick scan of the hall. The first years had yet to arrive. Your eyes wandered casually towards the Slytherin table.

You saw Sebastian talking excitedly with Imelda Reyes. Ominis sat to Sebastian’s left, looking bored. 

Samantha noticed your line of sight. 

“Imelda is pretty fired-up about quidditch returning this term. Won’t stop talking about it to anyone who will listen,” she said. “Apparently, Madam Kogawa approached her about it earlier and asked if she wanted to be Slytherin’s team captain.”

You had forgotten about school quidditch. Since last year’s season was cancelled, you had never gotten to see a proper game. You weren’t even sure you fully understood the rules.

“Sebastian was Slytherin’s seeker during fourth year,” Samantha continued, “she’s probably trying to recruit him again.”

During one of your many talks this summer, you recalled Sebastian mentioning his time on the quidditch team. He had recounted an exciting story about his first game as the team’s Seeker. Anne had been a Chaser. 

You smiled fondly at the memory. 

“What’s with that look?” Samantha said, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

You turned toward her, confused. “What do you mean?”

Before she could retort, the Great Hall doors opened, and a flood of first years made their way between the banquet tables. Headmaster Black gave the opening speech, and the Sorting Ceremony was quickly underway. 

It was a decently sized group, about fifty new students. Each time the Sorting Hat shouted your house name, everyone at your table cheered. Ravenclaw welcomed nine new housemates. As soon as the ceremony concluded, the tables filled with food. With the excitement of the day, you hadn’t realized how hungry you were. 

As you began filling your plate with food, Samantha returned to her previous line of questioning. You weren’t surprised. She wasn’t one to let things go so easily. It could be amusing at times. But also frustrating.

Especially when you knew exactly where this particular conversation was headed. 

“So,” she started again, “anything interesting happen this summer that you’d like to share?”

You feigned taking a moment to think. 

“Not particularly, no.”

“Hmm, I see,” she said, nodding contemplatively. “Well, I heard from Abigail Oakes that you and Sebastian Sallow were spotted looking rather cozy at Hogsmeade the other day…supply list shopping, was it?”

You didn’t respond, choosing to instead take a bite of your food casually. She just stared at you, awaiting your response. 

You swallowed. “So? Friends go shopping together all the time.”

“No witch is just friends with someone who looks like that,” Samantha exclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “He’s the most handsome wizard in our year! And he somehow got even more attractive over the holiday. Surely you’ve realized that by now.”

Amit coughed awkwardly, suddenly very interested in the potatoes rolling around on his plate. 

Merlin, she needed to keep her voice down. 

“And besides,” Samanatha pushed, “you two were always sneaking off together in fifth year, thinking no one noticed.”

You turned toward her, stunned. 

Had others really taken note of how much time the two of you spent together?

“He’s my best friend, that’s all!” You whispered defensively, desperately hoping that no one else could hear your conversation. 

She looked unconvinced, but didn’t say another word, her curiosity seemingly satisfied. 

For now.

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After dinner was concluded and the Great Hall began to empty, you felt a strong hand pull you away from the exiting crowd. You looked up and saw Sebastian smiling down at you.

“Care for a visit to the Undercroft?” he whispered. “Ominis and I are heading there now, if you can sneak away.”

You glanced back into the crowd and locked eyes with Samantha. She had both eyebrows raised in an amused look. You returned it with a glare. 

“Yes, let’s hurry before the prefects notice,” you replied to Sebastian. 

Once the three of you were safely in the Undercroft, Sebastian’s casual demeanor shifted. Turned serious. You glanced at Ominis, wondering if he knew anything, but you couldn’t read his expression.

Sebastian pulled from his pocket what appeared to be a letter. He took a deep breath. 

“I received this just before dinner,” he started, “it…it’s a letter…from Anne.”

Your eyes grew wide in surprise. Ominis drew in a quick breath. That definitely wasn’t what either of you were expecting.

It had been almost four months since the events of the catacombs and Anne’s sudden disappearance. Four months of silence from Sebastian’s twin. You knew it had been eating him alive, not hearing from her for the remainder of last term. Not receiving a single owl from her for the entire summer. Not having any idea where she was or if she was alright. 

If she was alive.

Although it had pained you to see him suffer from her silence, you understood why she had needed the space. Things had taken a turn for the worst, for everyone involved. You couldn’t imagine the hurt and confusion Anne was going through, but you saw enough of it in Sebastian these last few months to guess. 

Sebastian continued, staring at the letter. “She…her curse. It’s gone. She’s been at St Mungo’s receiving treatment for the lingering ailments and studying medicine with their healers.”

You gasped. Her curse was…gone? 

“Sebastian, what are you saying?” Ominis said, wariness evident in his voice. “You mean to tell us she’s…she’s healed?”

Sebastian finally tore his gaze from the letter, looking directly at you. 

“She says that she began to feel…different, not long before the summer holiday. Better. After you defeated Rookwood,” he said. “She stopped having those daily bouts of pain, and the nurses at St Mungo’s noticed a rapid increase in her health within the following few weeks.”

You were speechless. It made sense, that defeating the curse’s maker would lift their curse…but it seemed too impossibly good to be true. Ominis was shaking his head in disbelief.

“Don’t you see?” Sebastian continued, “You saved her. You saved my sister. She’s coming back to Hogwarts next month once she completes her rehabilitation.” 

Your emotions were an odd mix of overwhelmed and relieved. Somehow, you had done it. You had given Sebastian the one thing he desperately wanted, the thing he drove himself mad for last year. 

Anne was healing. The feeling was too much to put into words. 

Suddenly, Sebastian was closing the short distance between you. You felt his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace.

Still dazed, you heard him whisper with a trembling voice, “I don’t know how I can ever thank you for this. For everything.”

Slowly, your arms came up to rest gently on the back of his uniform shirt, returning the hug. You peaked over his shoulder at Ominis, his head tilted upward towards the ceiling and grinning like a fool. You’d never seen him look so happy.

“I…I can’t believe this,” Ominis said in awe. “Anne is coming back? Truly?”

Sebastian released you, but kept one arm around your shoulders casually. 

“She is, and just in time for quidditch season. Tryouts are in two weeks, and the first game is two weeks after that.”

“Quidditch?” you questioned, wanting to find out how accurate Samantha’s rumor mill was. “Professor Black is allowing it again?”

Sebastian nodded. “Imelda informed me about it at dinner tonight. She said Kogawa confirmed it with Black last week.”

“Imelda Reyes was blabbering about it all afternoon in the common room and the entire walk to the Great Hall,” Ominis chimed in, “boasting about how Madam Kogawa asked her personally to be Slytherin team captain. I was wishing I was deaf instead of blind by the time we sat down for the Sorting Ceremony.”

You burst into laughter at his blunt humor. No wonder he looked so annoyed at dinner.

“Anyway,” Sebastian drawled, turning your attention back to him, “looks like I’ll be living in the quidditch pitch until tryouts. Imelda said she’ll be running practice drills everyday after class for the next two weeks.” 

“Running practices before tryouts?” you questioned.

Sebastian nodded. “She wants to give everyone a fair shot. Let all the former players get back into the swing of things. It’s been a while since we’ve all played together as a team.”

That was rather fair of the usually cynical Slytherin. Perhaps Imelda had a soft spot when it came to quidditch. And she probably wanted everyone at the top of their game for the season. You had no doubt that Imelda Reyes was the type that didn’t take well to losing. 

“Not that I’m complaining,” Sebastian continued. “I haven’t practiced properly in ages.”

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. “You should join us! I’m sure the Ravenclaw team is in need of new recruits. Bet you’d make a brilliant Seeker.” 

“I’m not sure…I don’t think Imelda would appreciate a Ravenclaw crashing Slytherin practices,” you answered hesitantly. “And besides, I don’t even know how to play. I’d be leagues behind everyone.” 

“Ravenclaw could use all the help they can get,” Ominis quipped. “They were terrible fourth year. Too many bookworms, that house.”

You shot him a glare you knew he couldn’t see, but he chuckled anyway, knowing he got under your skin by poking fun at your house. 

“Ominis is right,” Sebastian teased, “and Imelda will get over it. She won’t admit it, but she respects your flying talents too much to deny you. I can teach you everything you need to know.” 

It was hard to say no to him, it always had been. Sometimes you wondered if your soft spot for the Slytherin was too obvious. He always knew exactly what to say to sway your mind.

You smiled. “I’ll think about it.”