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What If...*

Closest Fancast please, imagine Atticus however you want! This is just my reference!

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Closest Fancast
please, imagine Atticus however you want! This is just my reference!

What If...Atticus Sweeting -- that's all.

Reference Chapter(s):
- twenty four
- thirty six
- PT: eleven




This chapter contains mature content.






Y/n Y/l/n strolled around Aranshire, a small hamlet that was nearest to the castle grounds. You can almost see a clear perspective of the Hogwarts landscape if you stood at the tip of the mountain.

With Y/n's memories being in a haze, the best she could've done was wander around and explore areas she might've potentially come across, but she never once thought once about the dangers.

"Perhaps, I should head out soon. It's cold." Y/n shivered to herself.

Adjusting the thin sweater over her cold body, Y/n's feet crunched over the leaves leading down the mountain and guided herself to the nearest forest.

Only the sounds of crickets echoed at the moment, making the moment feel inclosed and in some sort, scary.

Y/n only reached a few yards into the darkened hazy forest before a faint whistle caught her attention.

The walking stopped immediately, and the sudden stop made her feet crack over the autumn leaves beneath louder. Y/n looked around, hoping her hearing wasn't messing with her.

"Lumos," Y/n whispered.

Again, no sight.

Y/n can hear her breath lessening; no longer hearing it clear from the panic and lowered her wand to continue the walk. She was almost near the exit itself. Almost.

"Expelliarmus—"

"Protego!" Y/n screeched.

The disarming spell was curved, not taking away Y/n's wand from her grip as she breathed from the unexpected actions.

"Hm," A voice chuckled, it almost seemed like a devilish laugh, "You've advanced."

Y/n's heart skipped at the recognizable voice. It sounded deeper and her eyes closed, letting her own unscripted mind work its missing gaps and connect the familiar voice.

No, open them. Confront them. Y/n spoke to herself.

Finally turning, Y/n confronted the attacker with the use of magic and stared over the presence that was revealed in between the darkness.

endgame // sebastian sallowWhere stories live. Discover now