After All This Time// Sebastian Sallow x Reader Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction

Chapter 20

I eventually decided to get dressed and go outside. It was already really late in the afternoon, but I set off for Hogsmeade all by myself. 

The walk was quiet, but my mind was not. I've decided with myself that butterbeer would be the best way to self medicate at the moment. 

Once I made it inside, I sat down at the counter. "Well hello there, friend," said Sirona as I plopped down on the stool. "I'd ask how the rest of your birthday was, but by the looks of it I'd say that butterbeer is on me today." 

"Thank you, Sirona," I replied. She placed a mug of it in front of me. I started to drink it rather quickly, but slowed down after my stomach started to disagree. I still felt odd from the sleeping medication, and combining that with the fact that I was still hungover was not a winning ticket. 

I brought an empty journal with me- one that I'd been carrying since the end of fifth year. 

I was in therapy sessions for a while, and one of the things they told me that would help is if I started journaling. I placed it in front of me and opened it to the first page, but I wasn't sure of the exact things I was supposed to be writing about. 

I had a certain fascination with the poetry section in the library last year which seemed to help take my mind off things, so I decided to give writing my own poems a go. I pulled out my quill and started to write the best I could, even with my shaky hands.

'If even the sky falls
and the sea comes to meet it 
at land's edge,

i'll find you somewhere in between the two

and be with you.

if even my heart
stops,
and death comes to collect its toll,

i'll find you somewhere between the two

and be with you-

mind, body, and soul.

-y/n.'

I ripped the page out of the journal directly after writing it, crumpling it and tossing it aside. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I didn't need to be writing about things like that. 

After I finished my butterbeer, I picked up my things and left. On the way back, I noticed someone coming down the path- to my unlucky surprise, it was Sebastian.  I decided to take a detour and wandered off into the woods instead. Even though it was getting dark, I wasn't sure I wanted to go back to the castle just yet. I didn't want to have to talk to anyone else or explain my feelings- the whole thing just sounded so tiring. 

I walked for a little while, avoiding all of the hotspots for spiders and such, eventually popping out by the lake. I sat down against a tree and pulled my notebook out once more. With a heavy sigh, I attempted to write again. 'I can try writing about the lake,' I thought to myself. 

'If it were to swallow me whole,

would you ever have come for me?

if it were to fill my lungs so that i could not call out to you,

would you ever have come for me?

and

if it were to offer my body to the fishes,

would you ever have come for me?

-y/n.'

And suddenly I'm a fucking idiot, who only thinks about the boy who doesn't like her back. I decided that writing this shit was not going to help my case. I tore that page from the journal as well, and tossed it into the bushes. Poetry sucks. 

Sebastian's POV//

If ever there were anything to fix me up, it would be a mug of butterbeer- so that's where I went. I spaced off the entire walk there, but was immediately snapped out of it when I saw y/n coming down the path. Before I had any chance to react, she diverted from the walking path and stalked off into the woods. 

Normally I'd be worried if a student decided to go tramping around the Forbidden Forest all by themselves, but she was fine. 

'I didn't need to worry about her anymore, anyways,' I reminded myself. 

When I finally entered the three broomsticks, I chose to sit at the counter. Sirona turned around and greeted me. "You just missed your friend," she told me. 

"Who?" I asked. 

"Y/n, she was just here. Surprised the two of you didn't come together," she replied. "Have you checked in on her as of late? She didn't look like she'd been having a good time." 

Y/n was upset? Over what? She had no reason to be upset right now. 

"She's not my friend anymore," I spat. I didn't want to talk about her anymore. 

"Oh, that's a shame," she said. "She's a nice girl. Anyways, you're here for butterbeer, aren't you?"

I nodded, and she put a mug of it down in front of me. I sat there for a while by myself, minding my own business when Amit came in and plopped down next to me. 

"Good evening, Sebastian," he said. He dropped a heavy book down on the counter with a thud. 

"What's that you've got there?" I asked him, motioning to the book, which had a leather cover that had been dyed a dark shade of red. 

"Something fascinating!" he said. before I could talk, he began spewing facts about the book, which happened to be about herbology. I almost wished I hadn't asked. 

He went on about the book for a while, but it piqued my interest when he started talking about some herbs that have been known in the past to help with reversing the side effects of a curse. 

I'd almost thought I'd given up on Anne, but anything like this comes by, and I have to give it a read. "What's the book called?" I asked him. 

"Oh, uh, here," he said, flipping the book closed. He showed me the cover. 

"Let me write that down," I told him. I hadn't brought anything to write on, but I'd found a crumpled piece of parchment on the counter, and Amit happened to have a quill in his bag. I un-crumpled the paper to find that there was already some writing on it, but I dismissed it and flipped it over. After writing down the title of the book, I let Amit know that I needed to get going. 

On the way back, I got curious about the piece of paper and pulled it from my pocket. 

'It was a sappy poem love poem... how nice,' I thought to myself sarcastically. I wondered who had written it, until I looked at the bottom of the page, where the author had signed their name.

Y/n.