Undying Devotion | Sebastian Sallow

Y/N's Perspective
Mature Content

I was not expecting that to be Sebastian's biggest fear. I could see that he was worried about what was going to show up, and to be frank, I was too. I was worried he was going to see his sister dying or his uncle. There was a strong possibility that whatever that boggart turned into, it would incriminate him. Instead, he saw me being murdered and I don't know what to make of that.

I have almost forgotten that there is someone trying to kill me because nothing has happened since the broom accident and I have been living a normal Hogwarts student's life. Of course I notice the professors lingering around me in the corridors and Professor Sharp has been giving me less potions to control my ancient magic in case I need to defend myself, but things have been calm and normal.

It didn't hit me that my life is in danger until I saw Sebastian's boggart. I was gasping for air, bleeding and trying to reach my wand. A man in black cloak with the hood up stood over me and he pressed the heel of his foot into one of the open gashes on my abdomen. I was dying and being tortured. I know that the scenario shown before me was not a glimpse into my future, it was my boyfriend's fear, but it is a reminder that I am in danger.

However, I do not feel scared or threatened by that. I have learned a lot since last year and the faculty at Hogwarts now know I am in danger. I am not hiding it from them like I was last year. I also have Sebastian protecting me and my magical abilities. I have not used them since Professor Fig died. I know he was not happy with me when I consumed all that magic and he died disappointed in me, but if I have to use my abilities to protect myself, I will.

Right now, my biggest concern is Sebastian. After he went back to his desk, he checked out. He was vacantly staring at the front of the class and when we were dismissed, he ran out before I had a chance to finish packing up. I know Sebastian well enough to know that this is going to eat him up. He will not rest until finds the person trying to hurt me, but I do not want him to go down the same path he went down last term. I will not lose my boyfriend because he is trying to protect me.

Ominis gives me a reassuring squeeze on my shoulder to grab my attention. "He is in the Undercroft," he whispers. "He needs you, Y/n. Don't let him push you away this time."

I place my hand on top of Ominis's and give it a gentle pat. I sling my bag over my shoulder and quickly race out of the classroom. I do not know what to expect when I walk into the Undercroft. I don't know if he will be shutting down or on a vicious tyrade. That is the thing with Sebastian, you never really know what you are going to get with him. He is unpredictable, so it is impossible to prepare something to say in advance. I have to just go in there blind and hope I can talk him down from what he saw earlier.

The door to the Undercroft clicks and I slowly step in. I try to listen to angry muttering, pacing feet, or a slur of curse words, but strangely it is silent. I do not hear a single sound, and oddly that is more unsettling. A silent Sebastian is the scariest version of him because it either means he is spiraling or plotting. I have seen him spiral when he killed his uncle and I have seen him plotting before we would eradicate a poacher camp, both are equally terrifying.

I take gentle steps into the cool, dimly lit room. I keep my footsteps soft to not startle him. I look around the room and do not see him at first. It is not until I step further into the room when I see him sat at the table in the back corner. He is hunched over with his head down on the table resting on his folded arms. I see his shoulders shakings and the faint sounds of sobs and sniffles. He is not spiralling or plotting, he is breaking. What he saw broke him and all I want to do is hold him and reassure him. I don't think he will listen though. That is the thing about deep dark fears. No matter how much someone reassures you that it will be alright and you are safe, that fear is not easy to get rid of. I remember I would stay over at my neighbors house when I was little from time to time. They had two little girls that were younger than me, and bedtime was always hard for them. They always made their parents check under their beds for monsters, and no matter how many times their parents told them there were no monsters, the little girls were still scared.