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How could I ever forget you? Chapter 7

Sebastian Sallow/Professor Sallow x f!MC / reader

Slow burn/fluff/angst, aged up characters 18-mid 20s 🌿

Somehow it had taken until your final day at Hogwarts to finally show Sebastian how you felt, and by then it was too late. Years pass and your distance grows stronger, despite your many efforts for him. A surprise encounter at a new job could change things forever. Finding each other once again at the very place you first met, Hogwarts.

Chapter 1: “I guess this is it”

Chapter 2: “Oh how I missed you”

Chapter 3: “Goodbye Sebastian”

Chapter 4: “I think it’s time you move on”

Chapter 5: “Professor Sallow”

Chapter 6: “Welcome Home”

Chapter 7: “You’re my good luck charm”

The letter in question had entirely slipped your mind, as it remained tucked in the back of a year old diary. A diary that was buried under your bed in your apartment, in London.

You quickly scrambled together a letter to Natty, insisting she send it back to you, however you knew it was a pointless attempt. Natty was on a prolonged secret mission. You had no clue where she was, or even when she would return home.

Your only hope was to ask Sebastian outright, as uncomfortable as that may be. As you lay in bed you kept replaying his words over and over like a broken record. Maybe you were better off not being friends? You truthfully could barely cope with the idea of him getting married. It was torture to think of it.

And what in merlins name was this important question? A question so important your friendship entirely depended on it. The concept made you dizzy, as your entire being filled with regret over being afraid to open that letter all that time ago.

~~~

The next day you were scheduled to attend your first class of his. Defence Against The Dark Arts. You could still hardly wrap your head around him teaching it, but were incredibly curious to witness it, that’s for sure. As you made your way there you reminded yourself of the plan, to hang around at the end of class and confront him outright about this so called question. Cornering him so he could not avoid you any further. This little plan had your heart racing with anxiety, but it had to be done.

You eventually arrived to that oh so familiar classroom, stepping into a crowd of third year students. Sebastian emerged from his office and gazed down at the lot of you, hands on the stone balcony, leaning with a grin. He appeared with such pride, like he truly knew what he was doing. The confidence he was clearly lacking the last time you spoke had certainly retuned to him, it seemed that teaching was his spark.

The two of you stood in the very room you met, this time with such a shift in dynamics. Your minds eye kept switching from the present to the past, revisiting memories of that first duel that took place right where you stood. Although it pained Sebastian that you had beaten him, he was utterly impressed. That day changed your life forever, those moments formed everything you both would become. And despite everything, here you were. How had the universe brought you right back to where to all began? Was there some magnetic enchantment pulling the two of you together? It really had sunken in that you were not allowed to get away from each other, it seemed.

Sebastian made his way down the steps and greeted the class. It was obvious he was a clear favourite amongst the students. He was the cool professor, the one everybody liked.

He gave you a glance, to acknowledge you were there. It was nothing special, just an empty look, as if he had truly no opinion of you at all. As if you were nothing but a stranger. You couldn’t help but wonder if the room brought him back to that day as it did you. His face now was certainly a contrast from that beaming grin that shone at you, as your final spell pushed him to the ground, in such awe of your abilities. It seemed that now he could not care less.

Sebastian brought the attention to a wardrobe, that stood in the middle of the room. An old dusty looking thing, with a mirror that reflected the faces of confused students.

“Today we will be learning about Boggarts,” he began, pacing the room. His white shirt moving against his skin as he walked, sleeves rolled past his forearms and a tight waist coat cinching him in. His body had become quite the feast for eyes, you knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t help yourself from looking.

“A Boggart, will take the form of whatever you,” he paused pointing his wand to the crowd, “- fear most.”

A group of girls let out a little gasp at the idea while at the same time the boys appeared rather smug, implying they do not have fear at all. A cheeky smirk slipped from Sebastian’s lips as he enthusiastically swung around to the wardrobe.

“One by one, you will come up and face your Boggart, and hit them with a counter charm. Riddikulus.”

The first student stepped forward, as Sebastian pulled open the wardrobe door. A giant rat leaped out, squeaking aggressively at the student in front of it. The thing looked absolutely foul, with beady eyes and saliva dripping from its teeth. The rest of the class stepped back as the energy in the room immediately shifted.

“Remember the charm,” Sebastian said stepping next to the student in an offer of support.

“R..Riddikulus!”

The rat immediately deflated, shrinking down in size and turning into a rather adorable teddy bear. Sebastian picked it up and squeezed as it let out honk that was, well, ridiculous indeed. The room erupted into laughter and a line quickly formed.

You stepped back, watching as Sebastian stood by every single student as they faced their biggest fears. It was so admirable, the way he truly cared. He hadn’t really changed a bit, as he had always stood by you the same, eager to protect you from any danger. Teaching you all the forbidden spells you were not supposed to know. It occurred to you that he had always been a teacher. The passion was glowing from him, this was absolutely his calling.

As you watched, you noticed a student was quietly shuffling towards you, lingering at the back of the line.

“Are you alright?” You whispered to her softly.

“I’m… I’m scared.” She muttered.

“You’ll be okay, you can just close your eyes and cast the spell! Would you like me to stand with you?”

“Yes please but, will you do it first?” She pleaded, hands shaking and eyes watering.

You immediately found yourself in a panic. You couldn’t say no, it was your job to help her.

But.. but what if your biggest fear is something.. awful? You thought to yourself, what if it’s something that will scare these children? You’d seen a lot of horrible things, your time as an auror was harrowing. Even worse what if… what if it’s Sebastian? What if these children see their own professor step out of that wardrobe and cast the killing curse? What then?

Your heart stopped.

What if it’s Ostara?

You felt sick to your stomach, somehow that was the worst possibility. How entirely embarassing would it be to have Sebastian’s fiancé walk out of that wardrobe.

Before you knew it you were stood at the front of the class, about to face Merlin knows what. Sebastian stepped away as you stood up, looking back down at the ground which he clearly much preferred over the sight of you.

The wardrobe rustled and shook as whatever resided in there took the form of your deepest and darkest fear.

The door swung open as you closed your eyes and inhaled the most shaky of breaths. Opening them again, your eyes peered up at the wardrobe.

Nothing.

Were you truly scared of.. nothing?

The room was silent in anticipation.

Suddenly, a light flutter echoed across the class. A blue moth, with a subtle glow flew over towards you, leaving a small trail of magic behind it. It was absolutely beautiful, the room was in awe of the way it danced through the air so delicately.

You recognised it immediately. You were breathless. You were panicked. The whole world was closing in.

You sensed Sebastian’s eyes widen as he immediately came forward.

“Riddikulus!” He stepped in before you even had a moment to raise your wand. The moth burst into smoke, making a noise the children found most amusing.

“I think that’s enough for today,” his voice cracked. “Class dismissed.”

You darted out of there, far too shaken to go ahead with the plan of confronting him. You heard the mutter of students around you trying to comprehend what they had witnessed.

“Is she really scared of moths?” They laughed.

“I thought she was an auror, that’s so weird.”

~~~

Nothing could have prepared you for what your true fear really was, absolutely nothing. It was yet another night of restlessness and intense overthinking. This was meant to be fun after all, how was everything going wrong so quickly?

It soon occurred to you that you now, possessed certain freedoms. You were no longer confined to the walls of your bedroom. Not that they had necessarily stopped you and Sebastian before, however.

You were a professor, if you needed a quiet walk about the castle you could absolutely do so. And with that, you set off, in hopes of clearing you head.

With the light of your wand guiding you, you stepped foot into the castle halls. It was nice to take your time, to appreciate the beauty of the place you called home. You were incredibly lucky, it was just a matter of not allowing things to get to you.

“MC.” A voice startled you. Turning around, you scanned the hallway, peering into the abyss of darkness. It was a voice you recognised that had called out your name, a voice you missed dearly. Perhaps your mind was just playing tricks on you, it was late after all. You took a step, and it happened again. This time definitely coming from behind.

“MC?” it said again. You span, holding up your wand to investigate. A curious smile took over your face as you realised it was exactly who you thought it was.

“Professor Fig?” You smiled, looking up at the large grand portrait of your dear old friend. A tear began to swell in your eye. You knew it was all but an enchantment, that he couldn’t really be there, but it truly felt real. That your late professor was right back in Hogwarts, where he belonged.

“What a surprise to see you here,” he said with an intrigued expression.

“I could say the same thing.”

“Well, it seems you aren’t the only student out of bed tonight, or teacher should I say?”

“Teacher, yes,” you smiled. “But another? You’ve seen somebody else walk by tonight?”

“Yes! That Slytherin boy who’s parents I worked with. Sallow, isn’t it?”

“Sebastian,” you muttered to yourself.

“He was headed towards the defence tower, he does that often. Working after hours I suppose.”

You knew immediately where he was going, and it definitely wasn’t his classroom.

“I best be off, it was lovely to see you Professor.” You said with a wave.

“My pleasure was all mine, Professor MC,” he nodded with great pride.

You took off towards the defence tower, you were headed for The Undercroft.

~~~

The castle seemed to get darker the more you went on, your heart rate speeding up with every step. Perhaps it was the pace of your walk, or really just the anxiety of what you would say when you saw him. If you saw him.

As you approached the corner leading to the undercroft you noticed a light, reflecting on the wall ahead. For a moment you presumed it was somebodies wand as they headed towards you, but the light quickly danced in ways that seemed impossible, in shapes that were otherworldly. Suddenly the light turned the corner, racing towards you. You looked up and there it was again.

The moth from earlier, now the most beautiful blue, drifting through the air in a trail of sparkle.

You held your breath, backing up behind a pillar. All of the determination and confidence ripped from you in an instant.

Footsteps grew louder as you made an effort to hide. It was him, you were absolutely certain.

“Nox,” you whispered as quietly as possible, extinguishing your wand in hopes to not give you away.

Sebastian emerged from the undercroft, just as you’d expected. You peered at him, holding your breath in the darkness. A sniffle left his nose as his palm rubbed against his eyes, he had been crying down there. But what on earth for? It ached your heart to see him that way, oh how you’d wish you could cradle him into your arms. But you couldn’t, you could only stare in the dead of night. You watched as he passed you, somehow not noticing your hiding spot at all, disappearing into the pitch black darkness.

You let out a gasp of relief in his absence and made your way down into the undercroft. Feeling rather terrified to once again be in your special place.

It was exactly how you’d left it, like stepping back in time. In an instant you were 16 again, not a day had gone by. None of this had happened, not the distance, the pain, Ostara, anything. If you could have gone back, you’d have never let him get away.

You made your way over to a table that sat at the edge of the room, where the three of you used to sit and study. You, Sebastian and Ominis.

An array of items were spread across the old wood, things you’d not seen in years. It was obvious Sebastian had been looking at them, it was just like him to leave a mess.

At the top was a note you had exchanged with each other, covered in scribbles about how boring your history of magic class was. Accompanied by another huge pile of notes it would likely take hours to read.

Hidden underneath was a book, you recognised it right away. It was huge, old and covered in dust. Practically falling apart. It stuck out as you and Sebastian had stolen it from the restricted section in order to learn some forbidden magic, and came along with a memory that felt far too fragile on this particular day.

~~~

It was sixth year, and Sebastian had dragged you to the undercroft to investigate the book you had retrieved the night prior. You had acted reluctantly to his request, in an attempt to cover up how dire his presence actually was to you. It was exciting to learn something new, something forbidden. Especially from the most wonderful teacher.

“So where should we start?” He slammed the book down, grinning at you with such delight.

“Hmmm, how about here?” You said as you pulled the book open on a random page.

“Performing the patronus charm?” Sebastian read out, “Alright, let’s see.”

The next 3 days were spent aggressively studying. Sebastian would not stop until he had perfected his goal, and this spell in particular was proving rather difficult.

“Maybe it’s just not the right memory?” You asked, “What are you thinking about, anyway?”

“That’s rather personal,” he teased. “Besides, I haven’t seen you give it a go yet.”

He was right, you did prefer to see him accomplish it first. But you were intrigued, and decided to give the spell a whirl.

“Expecto Patronum!”

Nothing but a few blue sparks fell out of your wand.

“Now maybe your memory isn’t good enough,” he commented smugly.

It was hard to find the right one. It seemed like all of the good memories from your past year at Hogwarts were fogged by something horrible. Losing Professor Fig in particular had put a dull cloud over everything. You had to reach for something else, maybe something more recent.

Your mind scanned through the past few months back at school, your classes, friends, everything you’d been up too. There was one common theme in all of your good days, Sebastian. You glanced over to him, feeling butterflies racing in your stomach. Could it be? Could he really be your happiest memory.

And there it was. Him looking at you after his first Quidditch win, wrapping you up in his arms, those soft lips whispering..

“You’re my good luck charm.”

“Expecto Patronum!” You called out again, this time with such passion and glee.

You felt a force push back on your wand as light danced its way across the room. A small blue butterfly took form in the magic, as if it had flown right out of your stomach.

Sebastian stood up in complete awe, the look of pure joy plastered across his face.

“MC..” he said with astonishment, “you did it.”

You were so focused on the butterfly still swirling around you that you barely noticed Sebastian pulling out his wand beside you.

“Expecto Patronum!” He smiled as the same blue light flew from his wand.

It was as though simply the pure sight of you in those moments, were his new happy memory. You were entirely, each other’s happiness.

And there it was, dancing around the room in physical form.

Your blue butterfly, and his blue moth.

Chapter 8

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