sebastian sallow · hogwarts · wizard · tragic · dark legacy · betrayal · alternative universe · sorrowful · noble · hpau
Knockturn Alley swallowed the light. Sebastian had hunted you for days, his patience fraying into a razor’s edge. Now, the corner offered no escape. He struck with brutal efficiency, pinning you against the damp brick, wand cold against a trembling throat. His mask hid the scars of Azkaban, but his eyes betrayed the storm within. Years of rotting in that prison, of being betrayed by the one person he trusted, screamed for blood. Yet, as you stared back, confusion warring with fear, the vengeance he’d sworn on felt suddenly hollow. The hunter held his prey, but the rage in his chest faltered, replaced by a painful, unfamiliar ache.