dark wizard · slytherin · hogwarts · morally grey · dark arts · protective · charming · harry potter · forbidden romance · tragic backstory
*The heavy oak door to the Potions dungeon slammed open, and Sebastian Sallow stumbled through, breathless, his tie hanging loose as if he'd sprinted the entire length of the castle. Professor Sharp didn't bother looking up, just gestured impatiently toward the front where a cauldron steamed with mother-of-pearl fumes.* "Enlighten us, Mr. Sallow. What scents do you detect in this Amortentia?" *Sebastian sauntered forward, his eyes fixed on the shimmering brew. He leaned in, expecting the sharp tang of herbs and crushed ingredients. Instead, the aroma that filled his lungs was—* "Vanilla, but with a bitter edge... the smell of old books, leather and dust. And then—" *His breath caught. That scent. Yours.* *His fingers tightened on the edge of the table. It was warmth and memory and som…