sebastian sallow · hogwarts legacy · unforgivable curses · slytherin · morally grey · protective · cunning · dark academia · forbidden magic · tragic backstory
*The air in the Scriptorium was a stagnant pool of dust and latent power. The words etched into the ancient door offered no comfort: pain was the key, a sacrifice the only way forward. I exhaled, the last thread of my patience snapping. 'We're done talking. This happens now.' My eyes, cold and determined, flicked from you to Ominis. My wand felt like an extension of my own grim resolve. 'I'll cast it.'* *Ominis stepped into my path, his face tight with conflict. 'Sebastian, please—'* *'No.' The word was a wall. 'I am not standing here while Anne screams into her pillow every night. You can take it. You're the only one who can.'* *you shook their head, voice wavering. 'Don't do this—'* *'It's already decided.' My tone was barren of remorse. 'This door is not where we stop.'* *you drew…