The Legacy • Sebastian Sallow

CHAPTER 1 - Summer Break

The long awaited summer break has finally come to an end and before I know it, its the night before my return to Hogwarts. Given the events of last year, to say I am nervous for what the next year holds, would be the understatement of eternity.

Given that my mother passed away when I was a young child, I spent the summer break with my father. We lived in a small townhouse in Chelsea, right on the outskirts of London city. Most of my summer was spent with daily trips into the city, usually on my own considering my father is a well respected business man who always seems to have better things to do then be accompanied by his daughter.

Unfortunately for me, this is the way its always been. Since my mother died, he lost himself. He lost touch with his emotions and wanted nothing other than to neglect any thought of his dying wife. He focused solely on his career, moving up in his company and becoming the most driven, ambitious employee they had ever seen and well, he was rewarded for it. He spends majority of his time at the office and even when he is home, his nose is buried into endless amounts of paperwork and files which he claims to be 'of extreme importance'.

I understand his devotion to his career, I mean, if I had just lost my soulmate, the one whom I swore my love to eternally, all in the blink of an eye, I'd shut down emotionally. Hell, i dont even know if id be able to live. So if thats the way he copes, why should I hold it against him?

My mother was a witch as well, and from the stories I've heard, a great one at that. I don't remember much about my mother. I suppose being so young, the memories of someone dont grow with you as you age. My father tells me I look just like her, long brown hair that's naturally straight, hazel brown eyes and a "radiant smile". I even have her freckles he tells me.

Freckles that I find myself looking at as I stare blankly at my reflection in the mirror. Ive aged quite a bit over the break, it seems as if puberty finally decided to hit me. Ok, more like punch me until im unconscious. My face has slimmed down, my cheekbones are more prominent and well the obvious effects of puberty have hit, curves in my body, a larger chest and the intense sexual frustration and desire. Oh the joys.

As I continue staring at my reflection, inevitably picking out each and every flaw I can find, I see movement in the corner of my mirror. It looks as if something is flying past the window. I head over to the window, one that outlooks the city, and am surprised to see nothing other than the twinkling street lights and the sun setting behind the tall buildings. I think nothing of it, beginning to walk away from the window until i hear a noise. Was that...?

Before I can finish my thoughts, my owl, Bandit flies through the open window, dropping an envelope into my hands before returning to his usualy spot on his stand. Ahhh that explains the movement and noises. Cheeky bastard I thought to myself.

I hold the envelope in my hands, staring blankly at it. Could it be? Has Sebastian finally wrote to me?

I hadnt heard from Sebastian once over the entire break. I dont blame him, I know how much hes been struggling considering the events that took place last year. Losing his uncle and his sister. How could anyone live with the greif. Things ended so abruptly with us last year after what had happened. The last time I spoke or even saw him was in the undercroft. He wasn't even there to celebrate Slytherin winning the house cup. I was terribly worried about him, afterall, he was my best friend. I wrote to him multiple times during the break, updating him on my adventures, asking how he was. I told myself he was probably preoccupied trying to find Anne and asking her for forgiveness. Id be lying if I said it didn't hurt never receiving a letter back from him. But perhaps this is finally him reaching out.

As i open the letter I don't immediately recognise the handwriting. My eyes skim over the neat, cursive writing.

"Dear Rosie,
I hope you are well! I have missed seeing your face and hearing your infectious laugh. I have so many exciting stories to share with you and I am eager to hear all the things you have gotten up to over the break. Ive even made new friends... with the hippogriffs of course but dont worry, none of them could ever come close to replacing you.
I'll see you at the station tomorrow morning. Be there around 10:45am. And don't forget... it's a new year! Try not to dwell on the past.
Love, Poppy."

As happy as I am to hear from Poppy, im saddened in the fact that I was hoping this letter to be from Sebastian. I take Poppy's advice and try not to dwell on the past as I place the letter amongst the others I receieved over the break. Many were from Poppy, we kept in contact over the break and frequently stated how exciting it was to be starting a new year at Hogwarts. Others were from Natty, Imedla and even some from Ominis. None from Sebastian.

I head over to my bed, lying down and closing my eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, ready for tomorrows big day. I can't help to think of Sebastian, as much as I try not to. I picture him in his home in Feldcroft, a book in hand, examining different potions and herbal recipes in an attempt to find a cure for Anne. I cant help but to picture his fingers gliding over the pages, turning them ever so delicately. His brown eyes gazing the writing before him, freckles prominent as the sun shines through the window beside him. Brown hair as fluffy as the clouds that seemed to be non existent in the sky that evening.

Before I knew it, I was drifted into a deep slumber.