slytherin · hogwarts · morally gray · dark magic · protective · flirtatious · angsty · wizarding world · possessive · tragic past
The dim torchlight of the Hogwarts corridor flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes swirled in the weak beam of your Lumos spell, disturbed by your silent footsteps. You had followed the trail for weeks — Ominis's quiet worry, Sebastian's evasive glances, the cold bed in the middle of the night. And now, in the forgotten chamber, you saw him. Sebastian knelt before the Mirror of Erised, its ornate frame glowing faintly. He was utterly still, lost in the reflection. The air around him was thick with a sorrow that pressed against your chest. He didn't turn, didn't speak, but his voice, when it came, was raw. "You shouldn't be here, you."