The Undercroft. Reader x Sebastiansallow

Nightmare in the snow, Part Two

Sebastian's POV

It felt like only yesterday I stood just outside these double doors to escort the new fifth year to Hogsmeade, did I know then that the girl who I fought with side by side defeating trolls, killing giant spiders, ridding dark wizards and goblins all in the hopes to find a cure for a Anne and to unfold the mystery of the triptych in the undercroft let alone completing different trials made by the keepers, I started pacing as I thought about this for a moment, she had been though so much in just under a year and yet she was still able to find time to come to classes and help her friends I remember she had come to the Slytherin table with her robes smoking excitedly, explaining where she had just done, it took a few minutes for both myself and Ominis to recover from the the fact that a sixteen year girl managed to take a dragons egg from a poacher camp filled with dangerous and violent dragons and she and Poppy both went looking for the mother in hopes to return her egg, she truely was and still is a remarkable witch, a sound of running footsteps caught my attention and I looked up, I watched as Y/N was jogging towards me her hair was down wave and free, she was wearing a jet black woollen long sleeved turtleneck shirt and matching leggings ending with high heeled boots that she tied into elegant bows, "wow you look great" she stopped in front of me looking at my own outfit, it was the same bottle green suit I wore at the death day party but I had absolutely the jacket and tie, "thanks I put an heat enchantment on my clothes to keep me from getting a cold" "ah clever girl" I bowed slightly and offered her my hand "shall we?" She rolled her eyes but smiled all the same and took my hand, we left the castle together walking past the snowy hedges and admiring the frozen water fountain in the centre of the grounds, "it still baffles me that only just last year you and I came this way on my first visit to Hogsmeade do you remember?" "How can I forget we were both nearly pauperised by a bloody troll" she smiled "if it wasn't for you incredible talent and skills of ancient magic" "you still seem impressed by my rare talent?" "Impressive, you are the most incredibly gifted witch I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, it's a bloody honour to be in your presence sometimes" "what do you mean sometimes?" She eyed me slightly and I smiled "you do seem to have a knack into getting yourself in trouble" "Says the guy who dragged his friends into a catacomb not to mention begged his best friend to show him the where a-bouts to Salazar, Slytherin's scriptorium which nearly lead to all of our doom" "yeah we'll just makes us the perfect couple then" we continue to walk down the path passed the forbidden forest, it was so peaceful walking down the snowy road holding Y/N's hand while we reminisced our time together the good and the bad, we stopped speaking sudden when ending up on the topic of Anne and Solomon, the conversation felt slightly tense and after a moment or two we quickly changed the subject

"so heard anything from your father? Did you end up telling him what Ominis told us about the artefact?"

" What oh yes I sent him an owl just as we got to the castle that afternoon along with the diary"

"Oh? What did he say?"

"turns out the owner of the diary his hand writing is quite poor he was surprised we could even make our his initials R E who actually doesn't exist"

"R E doesn't exist?"

"Apparently not when father opened the book and found the note barely made sense that the E is actually a B and the rest was just gibberish by the time father was able to make out what it all meant"

"sooo?"

"Well dad looked at all of the records from wizards who had been on the search for mooncalfs and there sightings you know, dens and places they've been seen on a regular basis he searched for names under the protection of magical creatures fortunately he came across one name, Elijah Bickle"

"Bickle? wait isn't that family who's son got kidnapped by Harlow's lot" "it's his ancestor"

"Bloody hell so this Bickle his son is what Archie's great great great great"