endgame // sebastian sallow

Phase Three: eight *

Sebastian Sallow had guided her down the lower hidden part of Irondale. The one were a few small cottages scattered around and each one contained dozens and dozens of sunflowers. It was a mesmerizing view.

"Between my travels of running from Azkaban, I once came across this certain place," Sebastian informed, "Though I had to keep my focus on running, I couldn't help, but stare at the planted garden of these small homes."

Sebastian remembered his days after escaping Azkaban. The suffering and hurt he felt at every sight. Anything in his surroundings reminded him of Y/n. Even if it didn't, he forcedly made something be about her. It was self-torture at that point.

"This was my first option," Sebastian admitted, looking straight to the homes, "The sunflowers screamed your name. The cottage home. Your voice haunted behind my head. Your future."

Y/n just listened to Sebastian. The more he spoke, the more she became utterly in love with the man, as if, she wasn't in love already.

"Sebastian," Was all Y/n could say. It was almost a heavy thought.

"But, I said to myself, Irondale? That's too easy. I'm sure she'll want somewhere far, and a better view." Sebastian chuckled.

Y/n smiled, "Oh, stop. I would've settled for anything."

"But I also..." Sebastian looked down, "Wasn't sure if there was even a future for you. I mean, there was, but perhaps, another man already took that thought too. I wasn't aware how you were doing." He sighed.

"I wasn't aware either." Y/n joked, "My memories were gone. I didn't know about my own future either." She pursed.

Sebastian stood there in the grass, arms crossed as he kept staring at the gardens.

"The cottage over there was on sell at the time," Sebastian pointed at the corner home, "But it's a garden full of lilies. Y/n likes sunflowers." He corrected.

Y/n scoffed, "Lilies aren't bad. In fact, I love lilies too. Any flowers really. Sunflowers just seemed more...colorful."

Sebastian smirked, "I suppose if I knew that then, lilies could've been nice too, but then I remember Crafcroft...how there was a possibility of a bigger home. How if I steal some seeds from these gardens, I can plant my own." He wondered.

Y/n took a breath, "And you did..."

"I did..." Sebastian nodded, "Would you ever see it? Who knew, but at least I'll have a reminder of you somewhere. How every time I saw flowers, they'll remind me of you." He confessed.

Y/n took in the thought of Sebastian Sallow waking up every day in that cottage home and seeing the flowers. How they reminded him of her. She was speechless with her own self.

Sebastian looked around for the moment, romanticizing the setting. How the cottage homes lit nicely, the full moon reflecting on the flowers, and the stars shining clearer than ever. It seemed perfect. He couldn't imagine how it looked in Cragcroft.

"The stars look better in Cragcroft" Sebastian teased at Y/n, noticing her stare up at the night sky.

Y/n kept looking at the sky, smiling, "Oh, don't be a show off, Sallow. Let me admire the what if's of Irondale. I can always buy a home here...I have too many galleons in me."

It was the truth. Y/n always lived her life normal. As if, having so many galleons, that even Gringrotts needed to hold a special vault was completely normal.