After All This Time// Sebastian Sallow x Reader Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction

"I'm craving your attention, y/n, when are you going to put down those silly cards?" Sebastian breathed against my ear.

I'd gone to the Undercroft after classes today to make an attempt at reading tarot cards, to see if my dream had any truth to it. Sebastian had joined me a little while later, and was sitting behind me with his torso pressed against my back and his arms around my waist. He rested his head on my shoulder as he watched me.

"I just need a little longer," I told him. I'll try just one more reading. 

I'd asked the cards whether or not I would use dark magic again. They gave me the same evasive answer they'd been giving me all afternoon- telling me that I would be faced with a tough scenario and I'd have to make that choice.

I asked the cards what would happen if I used the dark magic again. They gave me the same answer. 

A choice. I would be faced with a tough choice. 

I wish they could be more clear. 

Maybe I'm just bad at reading tarot. After all, I'm practically getting the same cards every time I did a new reading, or cards that meant almost the same thing combined together with other ones. 

I finally asked the cards about the Sebastian and I's future together. 

The first card I pulled was Death. I'd learned that this meant something was coming to an abrupt end, or a big change was coming. Something unavoidable.

Then there was the Justice card again. A choice. A choice to do something right or wrong. 

Then, there was the Tower. Whatever was coming to an end, was going to end in disaster. 

I slammed my textbook closed and shoved the cards back into the box. I let out a sigh. 

Sebastian was still wrapped around me as I did this, tensing up at my sudden movements. "Are you okay?" he asked me softly. 

"Yes and no," I told him. 

"Why is that? You get a bad reading, there?" He squeezed me tighter, and I placed my arms over his in response. 

"Nothing good coming our way, that's for sure," I said. "I keep getting weird dreams that say judgement for me is coming, and I'm going to have to make a choice. You were in my dream, too." 

"I was in your dream?" he questioned.

"You're in my dreams a lot," I admitted. "I've been hesitant to talk about them with you because they're never good dreams. You always end up getting hurt, or worse, and sometimes it's my fault that it happens."

"Well I'm right here," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere, and you know you would never hurt me."

"I'm not going anywhere either," I smiled. 

"So what happened in your dream?" he asked me. I suppose it was best if I told him. I didn't want to keep things from him anymore. 

And so I told him. All of the details. I even told him about other ones I've had. As I spoke, he just listened; he didn't do anything until I was done. It felt nice to be listened to by someone. 

"I know you would never hurt me, y/n, even if I deserved it," he chuckled.  "And Merlin knows I've done some terrible things. I think you need to look at it from another angle. Divination is all just endless possibilities- you never know if they'll come true or not. One small choice might set your future apart from its original path in a million different ways. And your weird dreams could just be a culmination of everything you've previously been through."

I considered what he said. "I suppose that could be right," I replied. "But I'm not going to forget the dream, either. If something bad is coming, I want to be there to stop it." 

Sebastian didn't say anything after that, but instead pulled me around to face him. He caressed my face with his fingers and I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes. I let out a deep breath as he held me, trying to enjoy the moment and shut my mind off. 

As he held me though, I couldn't help but think about the past. 

In our fifth year, yes, we were inseparable- but we also tended to bring out the worst in each other, at times pushing each other to do terrible things all for our own benefit. I mean, he killed his uncle in the pursuit of doing what he thought was right, and even had to cast crucio on me at one point to continue our quests for Anne's cure. He had pushed me so hard to let that dark magic out into the world for the possibility that it could've helped his sister, among others. 

If I was as involved with him back then as I am now, I don't think I would've been able to do what was right. 

The problem with Sebastian and I, was where most heroes would let one person burn to save the entire world, I would let the entire world burn to save Sebastian. 

I didn't know if that made me a hero or a villain.