Obsession || Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Chapter 25

Ranrok summons a horde of spiders to swarm the me, only for them to be met with a wave of ice that cuts them in numerous pieces the. I, in turn, send a beam of light towards the goblin, blinding him temporarily.

The fight continues with us trading blows back and forth. He sends a blast of lightning towards us, but the I counter with a powerful gust of wind that blows the goblin off his feet.

The cave is now heating up, as the battle gets more intense by the minute. Both of us are now visibly exhausted their magical reserves and are now struggling to stay on our feet. Running out of options, I search my mind for a spell that could end this nightmare.

"Secarro!"

Ranrok tries to dodge, but unsuccessful. I see him standing still to the moment, right before looking in my eyes.

I expect to see anger in it, regret, or maybe even remorse, but all I see is pain. He doesn't scream or plead, he doesn't make a sound at all. He just watches me, acknowledging that I've just put an end to him, once and for all.

I turn my back on him, having no wish to see how his body will be shredded in billions pieces. Instead, I run to Imelda, hoping that I'm not too late.

She is lying on the ground, I almost can't hear her breath. The wounds are even more severe than I presumed. I see life slowly slipping away from her body and a tear forms in the corner of my eye. A thought flicks in my mind "Will she be able to survive this?", but I brush it off. I can't think about that right now, there must be a way to heal her.

"Imelda...Imelda, how are you? I'm so sorry about everything you went through, it is completely my fault, please hold on..." I mumble, while falling on my knees in front of her and examining her.

"Pen...? Pen...it's worthless..." She whispers.

"What? No, no, no, nothing is worthless, I had a Wiggenweld potion somewhere here..."

"Penelope, it's okay. Don't fuss, just..." Imelda coughs with blood, "...just please tell Garreth that I'm grateful that he was in my life and that I'm sorry that we couldn't...kh...go to that lake he told me about..."

"Stop this bullshit, you will tell him all that yourself." I say, frantically rummaging through my pockets in the hope of finding the cherished green vial.

"Tell him I'm sorry that I didn't tell him about my feelings sooner. I've liked him ever since our first class together...please, Pen" She slightly squeezes my hand, "Tell him I loved him."

"You will tell him that yourself, I swear." I almost cry out of joy when I finally feel a bottle somewhere in my vest.

I pour the liquid in her mouth, hoping that it will work. Some of her wounds seem to heal, but more serious ones are still there.

"You bitch." She chuckles lightly, seemingly feeling more energetic already, "You were right after all. I hate that each time I think that you are way too confident of yourself you turn out to be right."

"Well, if it wasn't like that, we weren't friends, were we?" I sigh in relief, hugging her.

"And you've done again. Can't wait to tell Garreth all about it...Let me rest a bit and we will go." She says, putting her head on my knees. An unusuall gesture for her, but I have nothing against it.

"I am deeply, sincerely sorry..." I start.

"Pen, please. It is not your fault that you had a goblin on your tail, and it is not your fault that he decided to use our friendship against you. We'll get through this, I pro..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green lighting.

A heavy weight on my knees.

Blank, lifeless eyes.

"You thought you will get away as always? Try looking behind your back more often starting...now." Says a harsh voice that I seem to remember for the rest of my life. Its red-haired owner apparated as soon as the last word was spoken.

It took me a moment to realize what have just happened.

Sharlene Grant gave me hope that I can save Imelda, and then mercilessly took it away.

I feel like my soul is about to burst from an overabundance of despair, sadness, and denial. The guilt and grief overwhelm every cell of my body, every corner of my memory, as if I were leafing through a picture book of all the times we fooled around with her, discussing nonsense, how we met, how we came to be friends. And on every page of that book it says, "It's your fault she's gone."

I never mourned anyone - I was too young. But now, still unable to let go of her breathless body, I would throw myself off the hill just to make that awful feeling go away. It is as if nothing else exists, nothing else matters.

Despair is followed by rage. I didn't kill her, that fucking Sharlene did. Why? For what? What the hell do I care? I'll get my revenge, I'll get my revenge, I'll get my rev...

Unable to contain everything I let out a loud cry. By the echoing I hear afterwards I realized that it is not just a cry, it's a scream, similar to the ones I felt hearing the night I absorbed the power.

So that is what was. What were things that Isidora tried to take from the other people, what I took, what was that power feeding from. Grief, anger, guilt - she wanted to take it all away, to relief them.

I get up, feeling completely numb. Mechanically, I put the cart on the rails and put Imelda in it. With one last look into her empty eyes, I close them, lay her down as if she were just sleeping, and cover her with the cleanest piece of cloth I could find.

I don't know how far it is to Hogwarts, but I'll make it. The main thing is to concentrate on the steps-if I get sorrow on me again, I'll die in that mine.