Invisible String - Sebastian Sallow

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Worrisome Dream

He moaned deeply and I instantly felt myself go weak at the sound. His lips were salty against mine, evidence of tears or sweat, I wasn't sure which. All I knew was that he tasted magnificent.

What did it matter if this memory too was changed? This was surely happier than remembering murdering Rookwood in any case.

Sebastian pulled away from me, his forehead pressed to mine, "Let me show you," he whispered again.

I nodded once, and then his wand was pressed into the side of my head. His lips were on mine again, hungry and forceful, sending sparks through my entire body while I felt cold magic settle over me. I could feel the magic wrapping itself around my veins, not all dissimilar from when I took wisps. Power surged through my body as waves of pleasure rolled over me as Sebastian kissed his way down from my lips to my chest.

Whatever spell he was casting, whatever he was showing me, I would take it all if he would just keep kissing me like he was. My magic purred in delight as the spell he was casting met it, the two branches of magic weaving together through my body, tying itself around my brain.

They wrapped around eachother as I wrapped around Sebastian, the voice in the back of my head that screamed warning bells the second he showed up here silenced. Tucked away, locked in a box I didn't care to find again.

And then, as though I had known it all along, I understood.

There was Sebastian, and the wisps, and the powerful ability of my ancient magic mixing with his dark magic. There was us, and only us.

As the spell wrapped itself into my body and he kissed his way down my chest, I let myself fall, listened to what the magic - his magic - was telling me.

Let go. Join me.

A moan escaped my lips as his magic seemed go lick itself in place around every fiber of mine, the sensation rippling through my body like it was his touch. Sebastian looked up, his eyes still close to black.

He removed his wand from its position against my temple, and leaned towards my neck. All around us, I saw the wisps. They begged for my attention, begged to be taken in. Sebastian whispered against my ear.

"What do you say, love? Do you see now?"

Smiling madly, I moaned as his lips danced at my neck. "Yes," I whispered, seeing the images flash through my mind. "I want it."

The Repository.

The Phoenix.

A mass of followers.

Power surging through my veins.

Us. Standing above everything, donned in black robes, eyes red.

"Good girl," he purred to me, his voice throaty. "Take it all."

Without a seconds hesitation, with his lips dancing further down my body, his hands groping every inch of me they could find, I did exactly what he asked of me.

I raised my wand and took it all.

I sat up, cold sweat covering me, my chest heaving, looking around at my surroundings, body tingling faintly with the angry waves of magic inside of me. Taking gulping breaths, I made note of the large windows, black with midnight water, embers flickering out in the serpentine fireplace, and a lump of robes with brown hair next to me.

It registered after a few minutes. I was in the common room, asleep on the sofa after getting back late from The Three Broomsticks. I was at Hogwarts.

I was not in a catacomb, taking dark magic from Inferi, or from Sebastian.