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You awoke to the familiar sight of the hospital wing’s ceiling. 

Quite telling, how easily you’re able to recognize the plush of the cot’s mattress and the starchiness of the sheets. 

It was early morning. The sun was just beginning to peak up from beneath the horizon, which you could spot from the windows. The feeling of the bandage wrapped around your forehead gave you a strong sense of déjà vu. 

As did the weight at the end of the cot. 

But it was Anne Sallow dosing there, dressed in her nurse’s apprentice uniform. You couldn’t quite remember how you ended up here. Or how long it had been. 

You had hazy memories of the moments following your resurrection. Obliviating Marvolo’s memories. Anne, Ominis, and Emrys taking him back to London. Bickering with Sebastian about your sacrificial tendencies….

Oh, Merlin. 

Your heart began pounding in your chest as your cheeks grew fiery red at the memories of what came after. Your passionate display of your buried feelings for each other was the very last thing you remembered. 

He’d taken your face in his hands, gentle but eager, and brought his lips to yours. You’d kissed him back with equal fervor, arms coming up and around his neck to pull him closer— 

You squeezed your eyes shut tight at the memory. 

The feeling of Sebastian’s lips on yours lingered. 

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You awoke again—only a few hours later, judging by the sun’s position—to the feeling of a damp cloth being brushed across your forehead. 

“Oh, good morning!” Anne said cheerfully. 

“Anne…” you said in reply. “How long…?”

She quickly peeked over a shoulder, before leaning in closer to whisper. “Just over a day. Sebastian said you’d fallen unconscious not long after we left for London. We brought you here straight away and I covered for you—told Nurse Blainey you’d started running a fever after the quidditch match and collapsed.” 

“And what of…” you raised your brows in suggestion. 

“All taken care of,” Anne winked. “Ominis paid him a visit at their family home yesterday and said he seems just the same as before.” 

You sighed deeply in relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted off your chest.  

“Sebastian was here all day,” Anne went on. “I’d only just relieved him of his guard duties last night so he could finally get something to eat. And some sleep. I think he’s worried he’s somehow dreamed the whole thing up…”

Her cheery expression turned solemn. “It was pretty traumatic—seeing you…you know. I’m so thankful you came back.” 

You smiled softly at your friend, and replied, “As am I.” 

“Emrys came by too, left this,” she spoke again after blinking away the glassiness in her eyes, gesturing to a folded piece of parchment at your bedside. You sat up as Anne handed the letter to you. 

You tore it open and began to read:

Savior,

By the time you are reading this, I will be on my way back to America. Father has decided we should spend the winter holiday with my Mother’s family, which I think will be best for the both of us. There are many memories of her there—some painful, but most cherished. 

Words cannot express how deeply sorry I am for all that I’ve caused you these months. I wish that I could take it all back, that we could start over and be true friends. But, even with all your heroic generosity, I know there’s part of you that will never forgive me. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself. 

Coming back from the dead though…you sure do live up to your reputation. I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone like you again, in all my lives. 

I’m honored to have met you in this one. 

Emrys Potter

“He left?” You said, puzzled. 

Anne nodded. “We’ve only one more class week left before winter holiday, so it’s a slightly early departure. I’m honestly not sure if he plans on returning for next term.”

Part of you was relieved, but another was oddly saddened. You hoped he and his father would eventually find the closure they needed. 

Afterwards, Anne performed a routine check up of all your vitals. There was no pain across your body, and the cut in the side of your head had healed nicely. No signs of concussion. Anne had taken great care of you—she was clearly very knowledgeable and dedicated to the craft. The nurses at St Mungo’s taught her well. 

“Alright—you’re dismissed!” Anne said, pleased with her work. “It’s still fairly early, so I suggest washing up and heading down to breakfast in the Great Hall.” 

You followed her advice, moving quickly because, Merlin, you were starving. 

When you made it back to your dorm room, Samantha was just getting herself out of bed. She gasped when she saw you. 

“Godric’s Heart!” She exclaimed in that dramatic fashion that made you smile. “Everyone was saying you died. Can you believe the rubbish they spread these days?” 

You laughed at the irony of it. “Absolute nonsense.”

Once you both had finished getting ready, you walked to the Great Hall and explained your absence to Samantha, staying true to Anne’s story. 

“After sitting in that horrid cold during the quidditch match the other day, I was feeling under the weather myself!” She huffed. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, though. Anne makes for a wonderful nurse.”

When you reached the Great Hall, you gasped as you entered. In your absence, it had been bedecked with the same holiday splendor as you’d seen during your fifth year. Holly and evergreen wreaths decorated almost every surface, and a giant pine tree covered in shiny ornaments and red ribbons occupied the back of the Hall.

You were then pleasantly surprised to find Poppy Sweeting waving you both over to where she sat with Garreth and Natty at the Gryffindor table. You all shared greetings and began to eat, your friends talking about their exciting travel plans for the Christmas holiday between mouthfuls of breakfast pastries. 

“Will you be staying at the castle, or going back to Sirona’s in Hogsmeade?” Poppy asked. 

“I’ll be staying here,” you replied. 

“By yourself?” Garreth said incredulously. “But you can’t spend the holiday alone!”

You smiled. “I won’t be alone.”

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After breakfast, you found yourself wandering the empty halls. There were no classes until tomorrow, so most students were likely sleeping in. 

Eventually, you found yourself in the Bell Tower Courtyard, the voices of early rising quidditch players on the pitch echoing in the distance. As you walked closer to the fountain, the water frozen from the winter’s cold, you were shocked to find a familiar figure sitting at the other end. 

Sebastian was in his green quidditch robes, puffs of warm air visible as he took deep breaths and wiped sweat from his brow. 

“Quite early for a flight, don’t you think?” You said in greeting as you approached. 

Sebastian started, head whipping in your direction, brown eyes wide as he looked at you. Before you could say another word, he was on his feet—rushing to meet you, his arms immediately wrapping around your shoulders in a tight embrace. His face came to rest in the crook of your neck. 

Your arms clasped gently around his waist as you breathed in his pine and grass scent, heart aching as you realized how much you missed it when he was away from you. 

“I’ve barely slept since…” Sebastian trailed off, voice close to your ear. “I see it, see you, every time I close my eyes.”

“I’m here,” you replied, arms tightening around him as tears pricked in your eyes. “I won’t leave again, I promise.”

He sighed in relief and pulled back, the tiredness in his eyes from lack of sleep evident. He took one of your hands in his and smiled. “Good, because—from now on—I’m never letting you out of my sight again. Especially since we’ll be spending the entire winter holiday together.”

“I’m not sure that’s possible,” you grinned back, giving his hand a squeeze. “But I’d like to see you try.”

Sebastian laughed, then, as if he remembered something, blushed lightly. “About what happened in the cavern…”

Already knowing where he was going with the conversation, you felt your own cheeks warm. 

“We don’t have to sort it all out right now,” you replied. “I’m happy…just the way things are.”

He smirked. “Friends who kiss occasionally?” 

You smacked his arm with your free hand. Sebastian laughed again before his hand came to rest on your cheek. “I’d like to kiss you now, if that’s alright.” 

Suddenly, it didn’t feel so cold outside. 

Professor Fig's words echoed in your mind. Live honestly.

“I'd like that.”

And as your best friend leaned closer and planted a gentle kiss on your lips, you were nothing but thankful for every single moment that had led to this. 

When he eventually pulled away, Sebastian let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders and lead you back toward the castle. "How are you feeling now? Still no ancient magic?"

"I feel...normal. Slightly drained, if I'm being honest," you sighed. "But I can still use my wand--all ordinary magical abilities intact. I suppose with my ancient magic gone, I can bid farewell to my Legilimency as well. Good riddance."

Sebastian chuckled, then, reading the slight sorrow in your expression, changed the subject. “Well, do you have anything exciting planned for my birthday next week? I’ll be greatly disappointed if not.”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” you teased. “And don’t be so full of yourself, it’s Anne’s day as well.” 

He sighed dramatically. “The curse of being a twin.” 

“You love it.”

“Of course I do.”

“I can’t believe the school year’s only half done,” you thought aloud after a beat of silence. “Do you suppose the spring term will be as eventful as this one?”

“With you, anything’s possible,” Sebastian replied. “But let’s hope not.” 

As the two of you trekked through the snow, stomach full of butterflies and an unwavering smile plastered to your face, you failed to notice how your footprints smoked lightly with each step—a faint blue hue sizzling in the frozen footfalls. 

And the locket you’d left by your bedside, all the way at the top of Ravenclaw Tower, flickered faintly. 

"Hello, my young friend," Professor Fig smiled as he walked closer.

He was just as you remembered.

You didn't hesitate to throw your arms around his middle, quiet sobs wracking your body. "I'm so sorry I couldn't save you, I tried to—"

He returned the hug, squeezing you tightly before releasing you to rest his hands on your shoulders. Professor Fig gently pulled you back to look at your face, which was most certainly a mess. A small chuckle escaped him before he said, "You have nothing to apologize for, my dear. You have done nothing but make me proud."

"I found your letter," you replied once you regained control over your emotions, "and the locket." You gestured down to the silver locket resting calmly against your chest.

He nodded knowingly. "And I see you've made some improvements. Well done!"

You smiled as the last of your tears fell. "I learned from the very best." Then again, after a moment, "Does this—me being here, seeing you—mean I'm...dead?"

Fig's smile fell, his demeanor changing from relaxed to serious. "Yes, and no. Technically, you're in what we call limbo. The space between life and death.

"Limbo can appear differently to each individual; it's a place that is familiar to you. Safe. Vault 12 was the start of your journey, so I'm not surprised you were brought here. It was where you first learned of your ancient magic, but also where you feel it needs to be stored: a vault. Quite clever."

He guided you back toward the bowl and the magical orb. "This is a representation of the power stored inside you now, but don't let its small form fool you. By harnessing the Repository's magic alongside your own, it has become something new entirely. Something...that's never existed. And it's very, very powerful."

A chill ran down your spine.

"You've found yourself here, in limbo, because Death is prepared to offer you a choice. A trade deal, if you will," Fig went on. "I believe you have something with you, there."

He gestured to your still-clenched fist. Marvolo's ring! You'd forgotten all about it.

You opened your palm to reveal the golden ring with its black stone, the Hallows symbol encased in the gem. As Professor Fig's words sank in, it clicked. Death offering a deal, the same as he did for the three brothers. The Elder Wand, the Invisibility Cloak...

And the Resurrection Stone.

That's why Marvolo was so obsessed with the Hallows, with finding the Elder Wand. It's why he had sought out Emrys. I did this to save my mother, he promised me...you recalled Emrys' words. Marvolo promised him something that could save his mother—he must know about the ring, then.

"You mean, I can use this...to go back?"

"Not usually," Fig clarified. "The Resurrection Stone's name is a bit misleading. It lets you commune with the dead's spirit, but not necessarily bring them back to life.

"However," he continued, "we find ourselves in a curious situation. Death is willing to let you go...if you give up your ancient magic."

Your heart sank. Professor Fig observed you sympathetically before he went on.

"Unfortunately, the only way to use the Stone for true resurrection is through this great sacrifice. It can only be done this once. You must imbue the stone with your ancient magic, if you so choose to return to the living world."

"And if I choose to stay?" You said, meeting the Professor's gaze. He looked forlorn with your question.

"You would be choosing to join me—and Death."

You stared at the orb of your magic, silent and pondering. This must've made Professor Fig uneasy, as he spoke again, with more conviction.

"It is not yet your time, young friend. Even Death knows it—it's why you've been given this choice. You will have your normal magical abilities, you can continue your studies at Hogwarts and be with your friends!"

"But all I've brought upon them is hardship, Professor Fig," you argued. "And my ancient magic—it's a part of me, I know that now. Who…who will I be without it?"

"An extremely talented witch with a bright future," Fig replied, "and people who love you."

You tore your eyes from the magic. "But what about you? If I go now…I'll never see you again."

Professor Fig smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I will always be with you. We shall meet again when the time is right."

The choice seemed easy—of course you'd give anything to see your friends again, and you'd wanted nothing more than to be a normal Hogwarts student for months now. But losing Fig again, leaving him here...it was difficult to accept.

As if he could read your thoughts, he said, "Don't fret over me, my young friend. Miriam waits for me, and she's as lovely as ever. I've told her all about you."

You smiled at the thought of them together again. It was enough. "Thank you, Professor Fig. For everything."

His eyes were glassy as he nodded. "Do me a favor, yes? Live—and live honestly."

"I will. I promise."

"Good. Now, whenever you're ready."

You nodded, taking a shaky breath and wiping away your tears. You grasped the ring tightly in your fist and concentrated, willing your magic into it. A moment later, the room began to shake. The orb's calm flow in front of you became more erratic, until the blue and red tendrils of it began swirling out and around you before pouring into your fist—into the Stone.

Debris began to rain from above, the room filling with dark cracks along the white walls and floor. It was becoming brighter again, as if you were beginning to wake up from a dream.

You turned to catch a glimpse of Professor Fig one last time. His figure was fading, but he was smiling at you, a hand over his heart. Farewell, his lips formed wordlessly.

And then he was gone.

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Sebastian wasn't certain when the tears had begun to fall, but they wouldn't stop. He hadn't cried this much since he and Anne lost their parents all those years ago.

He cradled your head in his arms, said your name over and over, begged you to wake up. For how long, he wasn't certain.

After Marvolo struck you with the Killing Curse, Emrys turned on him. He attacked Marvolo from behind with Expelliarmus to catch him off guard before knocking him unconscious. Anne was quietly muttering healing spells in an attempt to wake Ominis, silent tears slipping down her face as she worked. Her voice was shaking, hands trembling from shock.

Sebastian couldn't believe it, wouldn't accept it. You, who were so resilient, so strong-willed, so full of life...you could not be gone from this world. You'd survived so much worse than this. Your light couldn't be extinguished that easily. Just the thought made Sebastian want to laugh at the absurdity of it.

He continued to whisper to you, hoping to all the makers of the world that you could somehow hear him.

"Please...please come back..."

Footsteps approached. Sebastian's arms tightened around you protectively. Emrys was standing there, a solemn look on his face as he stared down at your lifeless body.

Sebastian wanted to rip him to bloody ribbons.

"This is all your fault," he murmured. "She would still be here if you hadn't helped him. You know that, right?" Emrys stayed silent. Sebastian was enraged. "Answer me!"

"I never thought...I never meant for this to happen," Emrys managed. "I'm sorry, I knew it was wrong, but—"

"Just get out of here!" Sebastian lashed out, yelling furiously. "I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses anymore. She's dead! She...she's gone." His voice broke as he said it aloud. As if that made it all the more real. "And there's nothing you can say or do to change that. So leave."

Emrys didn't budge. Perhaps he was in shock, too. Instead, he took a tentative step closer. "Please, just hear me out—"

Sebastian snapped. With a deadly, quiet calmness, he finally met the young wizard's eyes, staring darkly into them from beneath his narrowed brows.

"You take one more step, and I swear I will kill you."

Emrys had enough sense to put weight to Sebastian's words and took a few steps backward. Sebastian wouldn't be surprised if he knew some of his own history—knew he was experienced with the Dark Arts. The intensity in Sebastian's glare promised death. He was sure he had more than enough intention right now to cast any of the Unforgivables.

"Sebastian, enough!" Anne called, breaking the tension. "Killing Emrys isn't going to solve anything. You know that better than anyone."

Her words were like ice water over his fury, pulling him back to reality. She was right. It would only make things worse.

Ominis stirred, his hand raising to comfort his head as Anne helped him sit up. "What...what happened? What's all this yelling about? Where's my brother?"

Silence. Ominis was growing anxious. "What did he do? Where's—?"

"She's dead. He killed her." Sebastian said bluntly, voice devoid of any emotion. "With the Killing Curse. He intended it for me, but...she saved me."

Ominis' face contorted into disbelief, his voice shaking as he spoke. "No, that's not true—that cannot be true, Sebastian!"

"It is," Anne said gently, almost as if she were speaking to herself. "She's gone."

Sebastian returned his attention to you. Your head was resting in the crook of his elbow—your face peaceful, eyes closed. He could almost convince himself you were simply sleeping, that you'd wake up from some strange dream and tell him all about it. He took your limp hand in his and squeezed, like he always did, and waited for you to squeeze back. 

He sighed at his own hope for the impossible and placed your hand on your stomach. Your other hand was still clenched tightly in a fist at your side.

One of the fingers of your fist twitched. His heart stopped.

No. He was just seeing things.

But when it twitched again, he felt like he couldn't breathe. Like any movement from him would somehow disrupt whatever was happening.

No one had ever survived the Killing Curse. But you weren't no one.

Sebastian couldn't help the hope that swelled in him. He watched with an unblinking gaze for any other signs of life. And when your lips somehow managed to whisper his name, it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.

"...Sebastian?"

The others turned toward you both in wide-eyed astonishment.

"Yes—yes, it's me. I'm here," his voice broke again as tears immediately began welling in his eyes.

"I feel...like death," you croaked.

Sebastian couldn't believe it. You were making a horribly inappropriate pun. A strained huff of a laugh escaped him. Your lips curved upward in a small smile.

Anne's hands flew to cover her mouth, muffling the small sobs that escaped. Ominis visibly sagged with relief, his head falling into his hands. Emrys was still standing, frozen, with an almost horrified look on his face.

Finally, your eyes fluttered open, squinting even in the dim light of the cavern. Once your vision seemed to focus, your eyes met his. He never thought he'd see them again.

A stray tear was rolling down his cheek.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, voice hoarse. "I just couldn't...I couldn't live with myself if it would've been you."

"And you think I could live with myself, knowing it should've been me?"

You looked away from him. "I knew you'd be angry."

Sebastian wiped a hand down his face and sighed. "I'm not angry, I'm just...I can't believe you're alive. How is this possible? You got hit with the Killing Curse."

Instead of answering, you attempted to sit yourself upright, grunting with the effort it took even as Sebastian carried most of your weight. Once you were satisfied, he kept his arm draped around your back, having to touch you in some way to reassure himself that this was real.

You brought your fist up between the two of you and opened it.

"Marvolo's ring?" He questioned, one eyebrow raising. "But how would that...oh, bloody hell, that's—"

"The Resurrection Stone," Emrys cut him off. You both look in the Gryffindor's direction. "Marvolo promised me I could use it, if I helped him.

"My mother died this summer, from an ongoing illness she'd been suffering from back in America. We came here to bury her in the family graveyard in Godric's Hollow. My father...he hasn't been the same without her. I haven't. I was willing to do anything to save her, to bring her back."

Sebastian's chest tightened. He'd been down a similar road before, with Anne. He was too familiar with the feeling—to be so desperate for something that you'd cross any line to get it. But he knew now there wasn't any excuse for his actions.

"If my words still hold any meaning to you, I'm sorry." Emrys continued earnestly. "I betrayed your trust and...and you died because of me."

You were quiet for a moment, before replying. "Marvolo lied to you. The Stone doesn't bring people back from the dead." Both Sebastian and Emrys looked at you blankly. You cleared your throat, seemingly embarrassed at the irony of your statement. "Not exactly, anyway. I had to give up my magic to come back. I made a deal...with Death."

Sebastian's jaw slackened. "You gave up your magic? All of it? And made a deal with Death?"

You shook your head, then grimaced, as if the action had wounded you. "Just my ancient magic—and what I took from the Repository. Once they were combined within me, I created something that even Death itself was afraid of. It, combined with the power of the Stone, was enough to bring me back just this once."

Emrys nodded gravely. "That night in the library, when you caught me in the Restricted Section, I was researching the Hallows. My father had kept any information about them from me—for my safety, I presume. I knew, then, that Marvolo was manipulating me. I knew the Stone wouldn't save her. But when I tried to cut ties with him, he threatened to use Imperio. I was worried he'd make me do even more horrid things if I was under his control...I was stuck.

"From then on, I had planned to double-cross him. I was going to take the Stone and the power for myself, if it came to that—before you all showed up," Emrys admitted. "I knew he couldn't be trusted with either...and I didn't know how else to stop him."

Sebastian watched as you looked toward Marvolo's body. "Sebastian, help me up, please. I don't think I can feel my legs."

He chuckled lightly and did as you requested. Once you were on your feet, leaning most of your weight onto Sebastian's supporting arm, he helped you over to where Marvolo was resting.

Anne, Ominis, and Emrys followed, the five of you now standing over Marvolo's unmoving form.

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Being brought back from the dead wasn't as painful as you had anticipated, but the sudden lack of magic made your body feel weak. Empty.

Even when you'd had trouble accessing your ancient magic these last months, at least you still felt whole. Now that it was truly gone, it felt as if a vital organ had been ripped right from your body. But seeing your friends alive and well had made it all worth it. Although you hadn't been gone long, the realization that you might never have seen them again weighed heavy in your heart.

Your entire body ached terribly, and your were, in fact, struggling to use your legs. Sebastian was a steady force at your side, the rock with which you grounded yourself.

"What should we do with him?" Anne asked reluctantly. "We can't exactly tell anyone why he was here."

You looked to Ominis. "He's your brother, Ominis. What do you suggest we do?"

Ominis sighed. "As much as he may deserve it, I don't want him dead. He should be rotting in Azkaban, but we can’t exactly turn him in for using the Killing Curse, as that would raise too many questions," he glanced in your general direction pointedly.

You shrugged. "Hey, at least I'm not still dead."

Emrys stepped forward. "I'll take care of it."

"I just said we can't kill him," Ominis chided.

You wordlessly let go of Sebastian to summon your wand, swaying a little as you walked closer to Marvolo. No one moved as you pointed your wand at him.

"Obliviate."

You willed the spell to erase all memories of what had transpired this year between the two of you, willed him to forget everything: his desire to search for the Wand, his Legilimency, Emrys, his memories of your ancient magic.

You.

Once you were finished, you took the ring and placed it on his finger.

"You're giving it back to him?" Sebastian questioned, incredulous.

"I don't want to, but I can't take away too much," You sighed. "Ominis' family would ask questions, and he'd be confused. It's too risky to keep it.

"Instead, I removed his search for the Hallows—made him forget about me and Emrys. All of it," you concluded. "This is the only way to ensure he goes on with his life without drawing unnecessary attention to ourselves."

Ominis loosed a breath. "Thank you. I know he doesn't deserve a shred of your mercy, but he's still my brother, a Gaunt...his sudden disappearance would've caused far too much trouble, especially at home."

"I'll get him out of here," Emrys offered. "Take him off grounds and Apparate him back to London."

"Take Ominis with you," you demanded in reply. "I'm sorry, Emrys, but I don't trust you not to steal the Stone once you leave here."

"I'll go, too," Anne chimed in.

"Of course," Emrys nodded. There was a flicker of sadness in his eyes at your blatant distrust, but you didn't care. He'd have to earn it back if he wanted it. Part of you couldn't help but feel guilty, however. He'd been through just as much as you with Marvolo. In a way, you were both victims of his manipulations.

Ominis stepped closer. Hesitated, as if he was struggling for the words. "I don't know what to say—I can't help but feel..." He sighed deeply. "I'm just thankful you're alright."

You gently held one of his hands in yours. "Ominis, none of this is your fault," you assured. "I'll say it as many times as you need to hear it. You're still one of my best friends. Nothing will ever change that."

His hand squeezed yours briefly before he let go. "Thank you for continuing to put your trust in me. It means more to me than you'll ever know."

"I'm glad you're alright as well," you smiled.

"Thanks to Anne's skillful healing."

The brunette blushed at Ominis' praise. "It was nothing, honestly." She then threw her arms around your neck in a tight embrace. "Thank you for saving my brother." She whispered low in your ear. You hugged her back just as tightly.

Once the three made their exit—a newly-Obliviated and still unconscious Marvolo held up between Emrys and Ominis—Sebastian and yourself were left alone in the cavern.

The tension was palpable.

On top of everything that had occurred tonight, there was also the matter of everything that had happened before.

"So...I guess you can add First Survivor of the Killing Curse next to Hogwarts Savior on your growing list of titles," he teased, almost forcefully, breaking the silence.

"Well, it's not like I can actually brag about it," you sighed sarcastically. "No one will ever know."

His brows drew together, his expression turning to one of discontent. "I definitely won't be forgetting it anytime soon. None of us will. We...we all thought you were..."

"I know," you finished. "But I don't regret it. I'd do it all over again, if I had to."

"Listen to yourself!" He exclaimed, exasperated. "Will you stop acting like your life holds no value? You have people here who care about you!"

Your brows narrowed. "I know that."

"Do you? Really?" Sebastian mocked you, crossing his arms. "Because it seems like you're always more than willing to run off alone and throw your life away."

"I saved you because I wanted to, Sebastian. Because I..." you caught yourself, too stubborn to admit your feelings, "because it's my responsibility to protect you, all of you—"

"And who protects you?" He interrupted, arms splaying. "Us, your friends! We're supposed to protect each other!"

"I don't even understand why you're so upset!" You argued back, voice raising. "I'm alive and—"

"But you didn't know that you would be!" He was yelling now, frustration fueling the flames until he erupted. "When will you realize that I can't live with you?"

You faltered, stunned. Suddenly the only sound was your gasping breaths, both of your chests heaving with adrenaline.

"When you were gone, I...," he said more quietly, unable to meet your gaze. "It felt like a piece of me had died with you."

Your chest ached at the confession. The threat of tears stung from behind your eyes. "How do you think I would've felt...if it had been you?"

His brown eyes met yours, full of sorrow and longing. You knew it was reflected in your own.

"It was you, in my Amortentia," you confessed. "It was you I gave my life for. It was always you, Sebastian."

Emrys Potter.

You didn't recognize the family name Marvolo had used, but you recalled Andrew's words. Some haughty pure-blood lineage...

But why? Why was he here? Why was he working with Marvolo Gaunt?

How could he...?

And then, it all made sense. His sudden interest in you once he found out who you were. His visit to the Restricted Section. His invisibility cloak—was that how Marvolo had been sneaking around the school? It had to be.

As the pieces clicked together, you felt like a complete fool.

"I'm sorry," was all Emrys said, reading the hurt in your eyes. "I never meant to—I didn't want to hurt anyone."

"Save it, Emrys," Sebastian said coldly. He took a protective step forward, coming closer to you. "I knew you weren't to be trusted."

"You have to understand, I did this to save my mother!" He lashed out, hand gripping the fabric over his chest, as if he was in pain. "He promised me—"

"Enough!" Marvolo cut in, shooting Emrys a deadly glare. "I spent the last month scouring the fallen mines for Bragbor's journals when I realized I was wasting my time with you. They revealed to me the location of the final repository." He smirked wickedly at you. "I recruited Emrys, here, to fetch the Keepers' Wand for me."

Your gaze flicked back to him, the words like a stab wound. So Emrys had also been following you as well, acting as Marvolo's spy. Gathering information for him whenever he couldn't be there himself. It's how Marvolo found you at the quidditch pitch, in classes. How he knew of your plan to go to London.

Emrys' green eyes fell to the ground, suddenly refusing to meet yours.

"You told me you were my friend, but you're a liar," you said to him furiously, hands clenched in fists at your sides.

"And now, after all my hard work, I finally get to reap the rewards," Marvolo continued, ignoring you.

"Stop, Marvolo!" Ominis demanded as he surged forward, his wand pointed squarely at his brother. "I won't let you get away with this."

Marvolo barked a laugh. "Little brother, please. Need I remind you of all the fun we used to have as children?"

Ominis' face was set in grim determination. "I'm not afraid of you."

"We shall see." Marvolo, quick as a whip, wordlessly cast a spell at his brother, red sparks exploding out of his wand. Then Anne was there, in front of Ominis, a Protego shield cast just in time to protect them both.

Pure, burning anger flooded through you. You lashed out, putting Hecat's non-verbal spell casting to the test. Emrys, guarding Marvolo, stepped in to counter your spell. But Sebastian was at your side, firing off a cast of his own, almost knocking Emrys off his feet.

And so, the battle ensued.

You and Sebastian faced off against Emrys, who you unfortunately found to be quite the adversary. He was quick, skilled, and knew more intricate spells, courtesy of his being a seventh year. Anne and Ominis held their own against Marvolo, but he was grinning madly—as if he were merely toying with them.

Your locket burned hot against your skin, its protective enchantments aiding greatly in your defensive spells. You wanted desperately to use your ancient magic, but held back. The power was still too unstable, and you'd broken more than enough furniture in the Room during your private practice to know what might happen if you summoned it.

You couldn't risk hurting your friends.

The Repository gleamed above you, the deep cracks along one side of its shell more evident up close, barely encasing all of the dark magic Isidora had stolen. The magic Professor Fig had given his life to help you protect.

One more hit and it would burst.

"I grow tired of this!" Marvolo shouted, his frustration evident. With a powerful flick of his wand, he managed to get past Ominis' defenses and sent him soaring backward. He hit the stone floor with a groan.

"Ominis!" Anne cried, tearing her eyes from Marvolo just for a moment. But in that moment, he managed to apparate behind her and grab hold of her shoulders, before disapparating the both of them.

Her wand clattered to the ground where she once stood.

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Emrys grunted as he dealt another wave of spells at you and Sebastian. You defended against them while Sebastian prepared to counter attack. He had already begun a cast when Anne suddenly appeared a few feet front of Emrys. Disoriented and defenseless.

Right in the line of fire.

Sebastian's eyes widened in horror, but it was too late. The lightning spell had begun to arch from Sebastian's wand, a purple blast of pure electricity. In a desperate attempt to save Anne, you lunged at Sebastian, shoving his arm upward to redirect the spell from its original course.

The lightning curved...

And hit the Repository.

You all froze, looking up at the glowing ball of power with bated breath. The ground began shaking. Within seconds, the cracks spider-webbed across the entire shell, like glass does just before it shatters.

There was a bright, blinding light. A deafening explosion.

When you managed to open your eyes—seconds, minutes, hours later, you weren't certain—it was as if you were back in fifth year, in that final battle with Ranrok. The dark magic was freely flowing in a violent storm around the cavern, the wind billowing your hair wildly around your face. There was a fresh, aching pain all across your body and a high-pitched ringing in your ears.

You'd all been thrown to the ground by the blast. Through your blurry vision, you saw Marvolo—who appeared to still be unconscious. Moving your head to look in the opposite direction, your vision steadily focusing, you saw Emrys and your friends in the same state. As you slowly attempted to lift yourself to your knees, your hand came in contact with something that clinked against the rock flooring.

Marvolo's ring.

Closing a fist around it, you gingerly pushed yourself to your feet and took deep, steadying breaths. Your shoulder was throbbing with sharp pain from where you had landed on it after the blast, and something warm was slipping down the side of your face.

Blood.

You fought back your arising panic as you surveyed the chaotic scene around you, your unmoving friends. You had to get them out of here. You wouldn't make the same mistakes as before. This time would be different.

This time, you knew what you had to do.

You'd seen it in a nightmare. A premonition. You'd seen that the only way to make sure no one else could steal this power...was to take it for yourself.

As if it had sensed your thoughts, a tendril of the dark magic crept closer. It swirled its form around you, a predator circling its prey, before more of the magic joined in. The locket was swaying in the wind, flickered between red and blue yet again.

And you realized, then, what it meant.

It was the magic, calling to you. That's what you'd experienced during your first attack, that first night back at Hogwarts...not Marvolo's legilimency. That's why your nightmares had seemed so much more vivid here, where the magic was trying to reach you. It had been here all along.

Waiting.

Fear began building in your stomach as you recalled the nightmare. This magic had driven Isidora mad with power. Drove Ranrok to the brink of insanity. Had taken away Professor Fig.

What would it do to you?

The dark magic had almost completely enveloped you now, like a swirling tornado. You had no choice but to breathe it in, its power surging into your soul, sinking into your skin. But it was too much, too quick, and it began to hurt. There was a sharp, firey pain behind your eyes, and you slumped to your hands and knees as you cried out.

As more of the magic overtook you, your whole body began to feel as if it were on fire.

You heard a voice faintly calling your name. You could just barely make out a figure slowly moving toward you, an arm raised against the force of the harsh wind around you. Your burning eyes widened.

"Sebastian, stop! Don't...don't come any closer!"

But he didn't listen, and suddenly he was through the storm. He looked battered and bruised, the forceful gale whipping his hair wildly. Then he was kneeling in front of you, your knees almost touching. He gripped your forearms to help steady himself, steady you, as if he were the only thing keeping you anchored to this world.

"I'm scared..." you admitted, voice breaking. Tears began to fill your eyes–eyes that you knew were now glowing red. Even with the immense power it gave you, the darkness threatened to rip you apart. "What if I'm not strong enough?"

He lifted a hand to cup your cheek, thumb gently wiping away the single tear that had spilled down your face. "You're stronger than you know."

The exact words Fig had spoken to you before, the memory making more tears fall. His hand fell to the back of your neck, bringing you in closer until your foreheads were touching. "I've never doubted you, not for a second. You can control it. Trust yourself."

When it comes to magic, it isn't the spell that's necessarily bad. It's the caster, what they intend to do with it...

This magic didn't belong to Isidora.

Didn't belong to Ranrok.

It was yours.

You would use this power for good, to help others. To protect them. To protect your friends. It was the same as your ancient magic—a part of you, an extension of your being. There was no need to balk away from its power, no need to fear it. Your ancient magic would help you wield this darkness into something that was entirely your own.

Something deep and old and familiar stirred within you, awakened and stretched, like one does after a long, long slumber.

Finally, it seemed to say. Finally.

With newfound resolve, you closed your eyes and let go—let go of the fear surrounding your ancient magic. It had kept your power locked up for far too long.

A radiant blue light began emanating from your chest. The darkness poured into it, as if being absorbed, the storm diminishing bit by bit. Sebastian's grip on you never faltered.

Now realizing it was being trapped within you, the magic became restless. It surged to the surface in waves, desperate for an outlet. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you concentrated on keeping it contained in a new kind of repository:

Your body.

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Sebastian stared in awe as you sealed the dark magic within yourself, the faint blue glow from your chest illuminating his features.

His grip on your forearms tightened, scared that if it loosened for even a second, you would disappear forever. You would succeed in this. You had to. There was too much life ahead of you. Too many things left unsaid.

You were fighting desperately to keep control over the power, your fist clenched tightly, eyebrows drawn in concentration. Sebastian whispered the same words over and over like an incantation. Like a prayer.

"You'll be alright. I'm here. I'll always be here, with you."

As the last of the magic seeped into your chest, he saw the light start to fade and your tightly-shut eyes begin to relax. With the storm now gone, there was an almost eerie stillness in the cavern. Nothing but the sound of your intertwined breaths.

Slowly, you opened your eyes. What once was fierce, burning red was now back to its normal coloring.

As you tried to stand, Sebastian helped you to your feet, pulling most of your weight. Some of the others had begun to stir as well. Anne was now holding Ominis' head in her lap, the young wizard still unconscious. His twin was staring at the two of you in wide-eyed wonder.

"How...how do you feel?" Sebastian asked you cautiously. He was hesitant to let you go, concerned about the blood that was beginning to dry on the side of your face. When he released his hold on your arms to let you stand on your own, he had to fight the urge to gently wipe it away with his sleeve.

"I feel..." you started, still trying to catch your breath.

"You..." a cruel voice sneered. Sebastian's head whirled in the direction of it to find Marvolo—robe tattered and hair disheveled—with a look of pure rage in his eyes. "You stole it from me!"

Sebastian watched as you summoned the strength to square your shoulders and match his hateful glare with one of your own. "That power was never yours to take."

"It's over, Marvolo," Sebastian said, "you lost."

Marvolo Gaunt's eyes met Sebastian's. Something sinister was brewing there, and it made the hair on Sebastian's neck stand straight up. Then, his rage melted into an eerily calm smile.

"You're right, Mr. Sallow, I must admit defeat. But I would've taken that power if you hadn't prematurely destroyed the Repository with your pitiful display of magic. My loss is on your hands...and for that, you will pay the price."

What followed the threat couldn't have been more than seconds. But time always seems to slow in the moments that rip you apart.

Marvolo's wand quickly aimed at Sebastian's chest, giving him no time to react before green sparks expelled from it. Sebastian knew exactly what spell was heading for him, even without the incantation. He saw it in his nightmares, almost every time he closed his eyes.

Sebastian Sallow knew he was going to die.

Perhaps this would be a poetic end for him. He deserved it, after all.

Anne cried out, yelling his name. He hated that she'd see what was left of her family die the same way, hated that she'd be alone.

Not alone. She'd still have Ominis. And you.

Oh Merlin, you. Why had he been so stupid? Why had he wasted so much time?

He was content to let his last thoughts be of you. Of your scent, the same one he'd smelled in his Amortentia. Of the way his hand felt in yours. Of all the shared glances between you, the longing looks. Your face.

Your face?

Suddenly it was all he could see in his path, taking the place of Death, which had been mere inches away.

No. No no no no no—

You had thrown yourself in front of him, shielding him, bringing your arms up as if to wrap around his neck in a hug. One last goodbye.

But they never made it.

The Killing Curse struck your back and your body went limp against him, his arms barely catching you in time before you hit the ground. He sank to his knees, holding you close.

Someone began screaming.

And Sebastian had the horrible realization that it was him.

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Death was cold. And quiet. And...bright?

You squinted against the whiteness, blinking furiously as your eyes adjusted.

You were...aware. Not quite conscious, but not quite as dead as you thought you'd feel. It was a relief, though, to be in this place. It means you'd made it in time. You'd saved him.

You knew what Marvolo had planned to do with that last threat, realizing it a second sooner than Sebastian. It was an instinct to throw yourself in the spell's path. You knew he'd never forgive you for it, but you would've never forgiven yourself if you lost him.

As your vision cleared, you saw that the whiteness began to vaguely shape into a familiar space: Vault 12.

Confused, you found that you were able to walk around the white-blanketed room. Just as in the real vault, the first Pensieve was resting idly in the middle of the floor. Then, you noticed the strange orb hovering above the bowl. Red and blue swirls of magic danced around each other in a calm, rotating pattern.

You cautiously approached the Pensieve bowl, studying it. It looked awfully similar to...

"Your ancient magic," a wise voice you never thought you'd hear again said. You froze, eyes wide. And when you slowly turned toward its owner, you couldn't stop the tears that flowed.

Sebastian was sure he’d royally screwed up.

He could tell you’d been avoiding him ever since the ball, when his feelings had gotten the better of him and he’d kissed your hand. Merlin, why did he do that? Friends don’t do that.

He was more than happy to give you space to sort through your feelings. Deep down, though, he’d always believed that you felt the same. But perhaps it was only his blind hope. Perhaps he was imagining things, like when you’d blush at his touch or return his silly flirtations. Perhaps you were just getting swept up in his affections but didn’t plan on reciprocating them.

In Potions, Ominis had questioned him about it—the underlying tension between the two of you the last few weeks. Nothing got past him, unfortunately.

“So, what did you do?” Ominis had asked bluntly. Sebastian was slightly offended at his friend’s immediate assumption that this was his fault, but he eventually sighed in defeat.

“I may have gone too far,” was his whispered reply.

That all changed after hearing your Amortentia scents.

Although they were slightly ambiguous, he knew you too well. The way you had looked at everyone else in the room but him. The nervousness with which you had wrung your hands. It gave him the confidence to volunteer to confess his own, knowing the smells would be obvious to you. Watching the realization wash over your features made his stomach twist intolerably, but he didn’t regret it.

Now that he’d cast out an offer to proceed past friends and into more than friends, he wasn’t sure what to do. How should he approach you, now that you knew for certain what it is he feels for you?

In Charms, he was too embarrassed to meet your gaze. All the fire in him had diminished.

Once class had dismissed, he fled to the quidditch pitch to warm up for practice, not yet ready to face you. As he worked through the drills Imelda directed, you managed to occupy his every thought. What were you thinking, right at this very moment? What would you say to him the next time he saw you?

Would things ever be the same between the two of you?

After practice, Anne found him sulking in the Slytherin common room. He was sitting in one of the armchairs before the fireplace, hunched over with his elbows propped on his knees, gazing absentmindedly into the crackling fire. The embers of a fire…he recalled your words. He pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping to relieve the ache in his head.

“Everything alright?” Anne questioned hesitantly, taking a seat in the other armchair. She was wearing the new scarf he'd given her, holding a book close to her chest. Things between them were still far from perfect, but Sebastian was happy with the progress their relationship had made. Little moments like this had begun to mean the world to him. 

“I don’t know,” Sebastian answered honestly. “I think I made a mistake…”

Anne smiled knowingly before replying. “You tend to do that.” He scowled at his twin, but the look held no real malice. She laughed at his expression before she went on. “But you always try to make it right in the end. That’s what matters.”

“I’m not certain I can fix this one.”

“Oh, you both frustrate me to no end!” Anne replied, exasperated. “Just talk to her, Sebastian. Be honest. No more dancing around your feelings—just say it outright! That’s all she needs to hear.”

Sebastian’s eyes slid from his sister back to the flickering flames, the thought of laying his true feelings bare to you filled him with a different kind of heat.

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You shook restlessly in the observation tower stands, huddled between Anne and Samantha. The last time you were here, things didn’t end so well. Maybe Sebastian was right: you should stay as far from the quidditch pitch as possible.

Especially since it was now below freezing.

The wind blew relentlessly. Even with the heating charm you imbued into the blanket the three of you shared, the bitter wind chilled you all the way down to the bone. You pulled your scarf tighter around your neck, desperate for any spare amount of warmth you could get.

“M-Merlin, this is m-miserable,” Samantha complained, teeth chattering.

“I understand that they didn’t want to reschedule the match again,” Anne said, less affected by the harsh weather than Samantha. “But I feel worse for the teams. It was always tough playing in this weather, the cold wind stinging your cheeks, your lungs…” She shivered at the thought. And the cold.

The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game had been postponed to December, since it had been cancelled for the ball in October. Last month, your house team managed to secure a win against Hufflepuff due to their backup Keeper having to step in after their starter had been knocked unconscious mid-match.

Unfortunate for him, but, nevertheless, you’d take the win.

Ominis had refused to spectate in the less-than-ideal conditions, opting to stay as close to his common room’s fireplace as possible. The thought of him sitting comfortably warm inside the castle made you seethe with jealousy. But, since you had missed Sebastian’s last match, there was no way you could skip out on this one.

Things were still tense between you, and, even in the classes you had together that week, you hadn’t spoken to each other. You tried, but the words would get stuck in your throat or he’d disappear to quidditch practice the second you were dismissed. In the end, you decided to do the thing you were best at: ignore your feelings and pretend everything was fine.

You instead focused on the game in front of you. It had been intense from the beginning, the rivalry between the two houses evident on the pitch and in the competitive shouts between the students in the stands. You were conflicted on which team to root for and decided you’d be satisfied with either outcome. But perhaps slightly more satisfied to see Sebastian catch the Snitch. 

Emrys, however, was giving him a run for his money. You were impressed by his agility in a broom, what with how tall and broad he was. The two had battled fiercely for the golden Snitch throughout the match, but it always seemed to disappear before either could reach it. Cheeky thing.

The wind definitely didn’t help. The match was going on hour three, both teams struggling to score against each other. The sun, your only other offering of warmth, was quickly disappearing. You could actually feel the temper drop with every inch it set. 

Just then, the Seekers took off together again. You could just make out the glint of gold fluttering across the pitch.

“Quit dragging your feet and snag it already, Sallow!” Samantha jeered. Andrew, who had been sitting quietly on the other side of her, chuckled at her outburst.

Anne, from you left, shouted, “Cut him off from the inside, Sebastian! Bank! Bank!”

“Careful, that’s my eardrums you're both shattering,” you quipped, placing mitten-covered hands over your ears.

You watched as they raced around the field, the onlookers in the stands going mad with excitement. It seemed everyone wanted this tortuous game to end as quickly as possible. Suddenly, the golden Snitch cut across the pitch, bolting in a straight path for where you all sat.

“Oh, bloody hell, watch out!” Samantha called as everyone in the stands yelled in alarm and began to disperse from the middle to the sides. You stood to move, but with the crowd, you feared you would be too late.

You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for impact. But none came. When you slowly opened them, you were face to face with the Snitch, about a foot from your nose.

Sebastian was panting deeply, leaning forward on his broom with his arm outstretched, gloved hand gripping the Snitch tightly. Emrys was hovering further off to the side wearing a sour expression. He must’ve pulled his broom away at the last second. 

You and Sebastian stared wordlessly at each other.

“Sebastian Sallow captures the Snitch! Slytherin wins!”

Cheers erupted around you. Slowly, he sat up on his broom before he removed his goggles and wiped sweat from his brow. “Made it just in time.”

The first words he’d spoken to you all week.

You chuckled once, incredulously. “You've saved me yet again.”

He grinned in response.

The rest of the stand’s crowd rushed back to meet you both, those in green cheering and waving at their Seeker. Sebastian held the Snitch up proudly before flying off to meet the rest of his team celebrating in center pitch.

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“I still can’t believe you managed to stop your broom before flattening her completely,” Anne exclaimed as you all walked from dinner later that night.

Sebastian shrugged, a smug look on his face. “I can’t believe you’re so surprised. I am a rather brilliant flyer.”

Anne just looked at you and rolled her eyes mockingly.

“I can’t believe the two of you sat out there in that horrid cold,” Ominis griped, nose scrunched in disgust. “Just the thought of it makes me shiver.”

“What can I say? We’re dedicated fans,” you smiled in reply. 

As you bid goodnight to your friends and turned to head back towards Ravenclaw Tower, you stopped abruptly. The locket was growing warm…which was odd, since you didn’t feel any pain. No strong emotion that would warrant its protection to activate.

Then, a strange feeling overcame you, settled deep in your skin. A chill ran down your spine.

Something was wrong.

“What is it?” Sebastian said quietly from behind you.

“I-I don’t know,” you said, producing your locket from beneath your clothes. You gasped as you saw it flickering erratically between red and blue. Like an alarm.

The Repository.

Without a word, you turned on your heel and took off running past your friends. You heard them call your name, before their quick footsteps followed in your wake. You sprinted desperately through the castle, all the way to its depths, to the hidden cavern beneath.

There’s no way…no way he could access it. Not without—

A wand. The Keepers’ Wand.

When you finally reached the entrance to the Repository’s vault, winded and panting heavily, you found the Guardians kneeling obediently beside the open doors. You almost fell to your knees in disbelief. The Keepers’ Wand was the only way to get past the Pensieve Guardians. You’d kept it hidden in the Room of Requirement, had double checked its safety almost every time you visited the Room. No one else should know about its existence, besides—

Sebastian.

When you’d confided in him about it this summer.

Horrible realization struck deep in your gut.

Professor Fig had advised you to tell only those you most trusted, to form a new generation of Keepers, right before your battle with Ranrok. Sebastian had sworn never tell another soul, had played ignorant in front of Anne and Ominis when you told them about the Repository. And he hadn’t told anyone. Not voluntarily. 

But Marvolo had found it. Hidden in Sebastian’s memories.

“W-what are…?” Anne said breathlessly as she stared wide-eyed at the giant kneeling figures.

A boom echoed from deep in the vault, causing a few bits of rock debris to fall from the cavernous ceiling. You were off again, tears welling in your eyes at the terrible memories this place held. At your failures here.

Sebastian was calling for you, begging you to wait.

You continued on, rushing down the sloped rock path to where the glittering Repository hung in the air above the leveled floor at the bottom. The place you defeated Ranrok. The place Professor Fig took his last breath. Two figures stood below it, one of them lashing out casts in quick succession at the Repository. You could barely make out the cracks that had begun to form along the outer shell.

When you finally reached the stone clearing, your friends coming to a stop a few paces behind you, one of the figures turned.

“Ah, Savior, I’m so glad you could join us,” Marvolo Gaunt taunted. Without the golden mask, you could see his pale face clearly. There was little resemblance between him and his younger brother, Marvolo’s features much harsher and angled, his dark hair a stark contrast to Ominis’. “And I see you’ve brought company.”

“How?” Was all you managed to say, breathless, chest rising and falling in an attempt to catch your breath. You were sure your heart was going to explode right out of it.

“Perhaps that is better answered by my friend, here,” Marvolo said, gesturing to the figure at his side. Their shimmering cloak glinted in the blue light emanating from the Repository. Your expression sank into one of deep betrayal as you recognized it. “Isn’t that right, Mr. Potter?”

You could hear your friends gasp from behind you as the wizard turned hesitantly, revealing a handsome face etched with sorrow.

You were in the hidden cavern beneath the castle, the Repository destroyed.

Tendrils of dark magic swirled around you in a storm. Ranrok was defeated. Professor Fig was gone. You were alone.

You had tried controlling the dark magic, tried to reseal it in a new repository, but you weren't strong enough. Suddenly, the magic crept closer, the storm drawing tighter around your body, as if drawn to you. It was going to swallow you whole.

It was going to destroy you.

You were helpless as the magic overtook you, swarming closer until you were breathing it in. Then, a surge of power ran through you, igniting your own diminished magic. It awakened every one of your senses, made you feel unbelievably powerful.

This was what Isidora must've felt. What Ranrok must've felt. The dark magic seemed to absorb into your skin, into your very being.

And when you finally reopened your eyes, they flashed red.

You awoke with a start, gasping for breath.

A nightmare...

You hadn't had one in days. You looked down to find your locket's glow flickering faintly between red and blue. Interesting. It had only done that one other time, at the beginning of term. During your very first attack.

While you were trying to piece together the significance, you heard the bunk above you shift. Panicked, you quickly shoved the locket under your pillow.

"Are you alright?" Samantha whispered in the darkness. "It sounded like you were in pain."

"Just a bad dream, you can go back to bed. I'm sorry for waking you."

"...I've heard you before, you know?" Samantha replied reluctantly. "I've been feeling terribly guilty for not saying so sooner–I didn't think it was something you'd want to discuss. But if you did want to talk about it..."

You smiled softly. "Thank you, Samantha."

She was quiet before she whispered again. "Anytime I'm awoken from a nightmare, I like to make a mental list of my most favorite things. It usually helps calm me down enough to fall back asleep."

You heard the shuffling of bedsheets and, a few minutes later, the steady breathing of Samantha drifting back into her own dreams. You contemplated her advice and decided to try it for yourself. You closed your eyes and began to think up your own list.

A warm butterbeer on a cold day...the smell of new parchment...the feeling of the wind on your face when you flew on a broomstick...late night study sessions in the Undercroft with your friends...the sound of Sebastian's laugh...

Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

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The weeks began to pass in a blur.

The autumn chill turned into a biting winter cold, and the leaves fell away to reveal bare branches. Snow began to fall and cover the grounds, making it nearly impossible to walk anywhere without leaving a trail of wet footprints in your wake.

November had reached its end, and you'd had not one encounter—mental or physical—with Marvolo Gaunt since the night of the Hallows' Eve Ball a month ago. Ominis had been trying to keep tabs on him through whispers in his family, but hadn't heard anything of value. Although you tried to ignore the paranoia, you'd been on edge.

You couldn't help but wonder what was taking him so long to make his next move.

On a particularly restless night, you'd considered sneaking all the way down into the Repository alone, just to confirm its safety. But the thought of him somehow following you, hidden out of sight, had you dismissing the thought completely. There were no signs the Repository had been tampered with, so you had to trust that he'd yet to discover its location.

You hoped he never would.

The stress had seeped its way into your recurring nightmares, neither the tonics from Nurse Blainey nor the protection of your locket keeping them at bay any longer. You'd learned to deal with them, though, with the help of Samantha's listing method.

Any free time you had was spent locked away in the Room of Requirement to practice your ancient magic. You still lacked the precise control you once had over it, but you'd been managing more powerful spurts of it here and there. You were determined to regain your full power, especially with the kind of threat Marvolo posed.

Definitely not to avoid a certain Slytherin.

After your passionate dance together at the ball and his romantic kiss on your hand later that night, you were unsure of where exactly your relationship stood. What it all had meant to him.

Especially since the two of you had somehow wordlessly agreed to pretend it never happened.

It frustrated you to no end, so you'd subconsciously been evading any opportunity to be alone with him these last few weeks. Instead, you've been distracting yourself with schoolwork, tutoring Anne, Legilimency lessons with Professor Sharp, and the unavoidable impending threat of your mysterious stalker-turned-close friend's-evil older brother.

Yes, you've had quite enough on your plate to keep you occupied.

As you donned your robes in preparation for Potions that morning, you noticed Samantha was giddy. More so than usual. Her newly established relationship with Andrew Larson had been the sole source of her enthusiasm lately—the two were practically inseparable—but this was different.

"Oh, come now, I know you're doing that on purpose," you said, exasperated at the obvious pep in her step on your walk to class. Merlin, she was walking too fast.

"Do you not realize what today's lesson is?" Samantha grinned at you, slowing her stride. You didn't. Apparently, you'd been distracting yourself a little too well lately. At your vacant expression, she huffed impatiently before continuing. "We're brewing Amortentia today. The Love Potion!"

Your mouth fell open, dumbfounded.

How could you have forgotten? You had been dreading the repercussions of Sharp teaching this potion since the beginning of term. You recalled the giggles from those Hufflepuff girls on the first day of class and shivered.

"Well, try not to look so excited," Samantha said sarcastically. "Aren't you the least bit curious as to what everyone will smell?"

Your stomach knotted at the thought. Amortentia's aroma is different for each person, depending on what they're most attracted to. Some scents, you supposed, might be a bit easier to discern what—or rather, whom—was being smelled.

You were quite certain who you'd smell.

You tried to disregard the thought as you sat at your potions station while Professor Sharp gave a quick lecture on what ingredients to use and how delicately to stir the mixture. You couldn't help but peek at Sebastian, who was whispering something to Ominis.

"...and once you've added the final ingredient, the potion will take on a mother-of-pearl sheen." Professor Sharp finished writing his list of ingredients on the chalkboard, pearl dust coming last. "Now, get to work. I'll be collecting everyone's potions for evaluation at the end of class."

Lenora Everleigh and her fellow Hufflepuff sighed disappointedly.

"Am I the only one who's a bit nervous about this?" Garreth said, chuckling. "I'm not sure how safe I feel with those two knowing how to brew a Love Potion. I've never seen them so excited for a class."

You and Natty laughed as he gestured over his shoulder at the Hufflepuffs, who had both frantically scribbled down all the steps and ingredients that had been left out of the textbook.

"Beware spontaneous gift-giving, particularly of the food variety," you joked back.

The four of you began your brews, following Professor Sharp's direction as closely as possible. Love Potion or not, you refused to accept any score below Exceeds Expectations. As you added the last bit of pearl dust and stirred carefully, your potion took on a lovely pink hue that glittered with iridescence. The smell hit you shortly after, and you couldn't help but take in slow, deep breaths. You had to shake your head to regain focus.

Merlin, this stuff is dangerous...

"An excellent coloring," Professor Sharp said, appearing next to your cauldron. He took a sample of your potion in a clear vial to hold up for the rest of the class. "This is exactly how each of your potions should appear. If brewed correctly, a pleasing aroma should begin to waft from the brew—unique to each individual based on what attracts them."

Surprised by his outward approval, you almost missed it when he asked you, "Would you mind giving us an example?"

Your head turned sharply to where he stood to the right of you, waiting expectantly for your answer. Your eyes cut to Samantha sitting behind him, lips tucked tightly to suppress her smile.

You cleared your throat and willed your voice to remain steady. "Of course, Professor. For me, it smells of...fresh grass and...the embers of a fire...and pine needles."

Vague enough to anyone else, you hoped. You easily placed each smell to something that reminded you of Sebastian: grass from the quidditch pitch, the smokey embers of his favorite fire charms, and that piney scent that always seemed to cling to him. You looked up from the potion to see your classmates watching you intently. If you so much as glanced at Sebastian now, it would be too obvious. 

Professor Sharp nodded. "Now, someone else. If the potion was brewed correctly, the scent should differ to appeal to their preferences."

Dead silence. Samantha began raising her hand to save you from further embarrassment when another volunteered.

"I'll try it, Professor."

You turned to find Sebastian calmly approaching your station. You shuffled slightly to the right to make room as he stepped up your cauldron, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. Hesitated for a moment. There was a sudden uncomfortable feeling in your gut at the thought of what might attract him. 

But then he opened his eyes, looked directly into your own, and said, "Butterscotch, new parchment...and birthday cake."

Oh.

Oh.

Your eyes widened in realization as they stared back into his. His expression was unwavering, full of honesty and...something else. There was an intensity in his gaze, as if he hoped you could read everything he was trying to say, everything he was conveying by sharing this moment with you. 

Professor Sharp cleared his throat and you both quickly turned away from each other. 

"Thank you, Mr. Sallow. You may return to your seat," Professor Sharp said, raising an eyebrow at the two of you. He then continued with his lecture, your classmates returning their attention to their own potions. You, however, thought only of Sebastian's words over and over and over. 

Butterscotch. This summer, while working at the Three Broomsticks, you never could manage to get the sickly sweet smell of butterbeer out of your hair.

New parchment. You'd admitted it was a favorite scent of yours while studying in the Undercroft together. He'd teased you relentlessly for it.

Birthday cake. A shared dessert on the Hogsmeade bridge mere months ago.

You.

He had smelled you.

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Any preconceived notions you had about Sebastian's true feelings had been thrown completely out the window after Potions.

While it wasn't exactly a confession, it was as close to one as you could get. He had to have known you would recognize those scents. He wanted you to know. If he had picked up on your own Amortentia aromas alluding to him, you had no idea.

So, what now?

You supposed that if this was a game of Wizard's Chess, it would be your move.

Before you could leave for Charms, Samantha pulled you aside to gush about how utterly romantic the whole exchange was. You tried to brush her off, but she wasn't budging on this. "It was quite clear to me what those scents reminded him of, anyone could tell from the way he looked at you! You have to say something to him!"

In Charms, you couldn't manage to catch his eye.

"Did something happen between you two?" Poppy whispered to you as Professor Ronen continued his lecture. She'd noticed you looking across the room one-too-many times and was now giving you a skeptical look. You shifted in your seat under the weight of it.

"We...brewed Amortentia today in Potions," you finally admitted.

Poppy's eyes lit up, her face splitting into a grin. "Oh...I see."

"I don't know what to do, Poppy," you sighed, keeping your voice low.

"You're thinking about it too much," she replied gently. "The two of you are already very close friends—what is there to be afraid of?"

Your brows drew together as you pondered her question.

In your mind, being in a relationship with you would only bring Sebastian more trouble. He had Anne and Ominis back in his life, and he'd managed to turn last year's unfortunate end into a lesson for himself. He had upheld his promise to stay away from dark magic, but, here you were, pulling him right back into it.

Most of all, though, you were afraid of losing him. Afraid of losing anyone again. Your chest still ached unbearably at the thought of Professor Fig, and you weren't sure you could handle the death of another dear to you. 

But perhaps Poppy was right. You've been pining after him for months now, and he wasn't exactly hiding his feelings for you. Not anymore. You'd known for a while that it was only a matter of time before that delicate line was left behind, forgotten.

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 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?

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.

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.

“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.

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.