Chapter Four

                                    

                                          
The screaming, slamming of stools, breaking of plates, and glasses is heard. Then the running starts. I pull my wand out and immediately cast revelio. Not  a thing out of the ordinary. Of course, it's never that easy. I get up, and run in the direction of Imelda, while everyone else is running out of the great hall. None of the professors have moved yet, still in frozen shock. Mr. Moons spoon is still on his lips entering his mouth, it might be funny in a different situation. Just as I reach Imelda, Professor Weasley get's up so fast her chair topples backwards. This breaks the spell the professors were under. They start to give instructions to the Prefects, some head in the direction of the doors to see if they can find the suspected intruder, hoping to gain some semblance of order. I look down at Imelda, she looks way kinder without her signature smirk. The first thing that I can see injury wise, is a fist size gash with bruising underneath on her head, unfortunately it was bleeding pretty profusely. I tear my robe off and use it to staunch the flow of blood, while I use my other hand to check her pulse. Breathe y/n, you can't check anything if your heart is in your ears. After two breaths I reassess the situation, she seems to have a strong pulse and her breathing isn't labored, so it's only one visible head wound. I feel a hand on my shoulder to find Poppy and Natty behind me.
"Y/n can we do anything?" Natty asks
"Yeah Natty can you drag a professor over here? Poppy can you go grab the nurse and tell her to bring a stretcher?" I bark out orders like I've done countless times before, never as confidently before now. But things change. Now that I just need to keep pressure on her head, I look around to find the great hall practically empty besides a few stragglers. I see Sebastian still in his seat, Ominis is no longer next to him. I remember that he's actually a Slytherin Prefect this year, he must be with the rest of the Slytherin house then.
"Oy, Sebastian! Are you going to help me with your girlfriend or not?" I don't know what came over me, but like how ridiculous is this situation. Mere hours before he and Imelda were taunting me. Now I'm here trying to make sure she's not going to die, while he sit's on his arse in the corner. My jeering seems to have gotten him to move, he gets up and hurriedly comes to my side. The bleeding is still not slowing down, causing me to use both hands to hold the now heavy robe to her forehead, trying to keep as much pressure on it as possible.
"I need you to reach into my front pocket and grab a wiggenweld potion, and give it to her." At this point I'm fighting with the robe, still no professor has made their way to us yet, and I'm starting to sweat. She seriously can't lose much more. He doesn't say anything as he leans forward to put his shaking hand into my pocket. To grab the single wiggenweld potion I always keep on me. As he is leaning over me, his body heat scorched me through my thin sweater.  I tried to keep my focus as his muscular chest grazed my now heat sensitive back.
"We aren't actually dating you know." He whispers is my ear, his voice even shakier than his hands.
"Well that is good for you guys, but were kind of in a serious situation right now. Maybe we can talk about this later." Is he serious, his not-girlfriend could be dying and this is the time he wants to talk about another one of his lies. 
He grasps the potion and leans over me even more, so much that his entire chest and stomach is now molded to my back. I focus on keeping my breathing and hands steady. He gently pours the potion down her throat, saving just a bit to put on her wound to get it to seal faster. Finally the wound seals enough I can remove the robe all the way off, I slump back with my arms trembling. Unfortunately, Sebastian did not in fact move away from behind me except to sit, so now I am slumped in his lap too exhausted to move. I am covered in blood, my robe is now discarded on the floor, I'm only in my thin sweater and skirt, while all my limbs shake and my heart races from the past few minutes. 
The nurse finally comes running in, just as Professor Weasley appears. She barely glances at me before they finish what I started with Imelda. I try to sit up but my limbs still aren't cooperating. Instead I look up at the bemused face of Sebastian.
"Hey Sebastian?" I pleaded
"Yes, y/n?" As he says this he caresses my face softly, I half-heartedly slap his hand away. He doesn't get to pretend he's done nothing wrong. Yes, we worked together as a team again, but that doesn't excuse all the crap he's pulled and hasn't apologized for. We will definitely need to have a conversation, that is if he can have it.
"Can you help me up, I don't think I can stand on my own and I'd rather not sleep here tonight." I mumble this softly, as the Professors and Nurse leave with Imelda. Leaving us alone. It seems Poppy and Natty were sent away with the Prefects and we got forgotten. Instead of helping me up he lifts me up, with one hand under my knees and the other on my mid back. Since when could he do this, he was not nearly this strong before. 
"Seabstian! What do you think you're doing? Put me down. Now!" I struggle weakly as my limbs try gain their strength back. I don't quite understand how I am this weak, it wasn't me who got hit in the head.
"Ok." He sets me down, but immediately my knees buckle, right before I hit the ground he picks me right back up. 
"I'm sorry" I cannot believe this, it has got to be shock. I've experienced so many horrific incidences and not once reacted this way.
"It's because it's Hogwarts." Sebastian says softly. 
"Whats because it's Hogwarts?" I respond confused
"You're reacting this way because it happened in Hogwarts. You had stuff happen near here, even under Hogwarts but never within the walls of Hogwarts. You're in shock. You think that somehow this is your fault, that you brought the bad guys here." As Sebastian spoke I gripped his shirt, and buried my face into it. The smell of star anise, lavender and definitely bergamot are stronger than they were on the train. I try desperately not to let him see my face, and the emotions written upon it. Because he's right, of course he's right. He knew me better than anyone else. I have no parents, no siblings, Professor Fig found me in a London orphanage. I am close to Poppy and Natty, but not nearly as close as I was to Sebastian. He could- no it seems that he still can read me. Although i'm not convinced he ever really knew me, you can't know me well and call me ignorant.
"You're right. I thought Hogwarts was safe. But as soon as I arrive everything goes from a candle lit dream, to a murky nightmare." I shudder as I remember the mirror like lake, and how it feels like I brought that darkness with me. It's what I have been running from after all. Silence ensued for the rest of the trip, with me listening to his heartbeat, which seems quicker than I'd expect. Although after what we just went through I'm not surprised. We reach the Fat Lady, where he sets me down. I finally  have enough feeling tin my limbs to walk, albeit shakily back to my room.
"Thanks." I turn to go into the common room, when he grabs me by my elbow. I spin back around.
"Please let go. I really need to go to bed." This is too familiar and too raw, he just did this earlier to mock me. Why would he do it again, why now?
"I'm sorry y/n." He lets go of my elbow and turn to start walking back down the hallway.
"Sebastian, wait!" He can't just leave after all that. "Why did you not answer my letters? Why did you pretend to date Imelda? I don't- I don't understand." 
"I'm sorry, y/n. I don't have the answers that you're hoping for. Ask me again later, ok?" What, what does that even mean. He can't be serious, forget fifth year, he played with my emotions and heart on that train, and again in the Great Hall. And he's telling me even he doesn't know why. My brain hurts.
"Goodnight Sebastian." I turn and head to upstairs to take a bath.
This is going to be a long year.

* Oh Sebby what are you thinking. Thank so much for reading this far. Let me know what you think of the pacing, and op's and sebs relationship.