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Plot : What should've happened in that last repository.

Angst, Major Character Death, Comfort, Happy Ending.

Characters : Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Amit Thakkar

authors note: I might make something like this again but with one focused character instead. I feel like this was all over the place. Can be seen as platonic or romantic - but if you squint hard enough, it feels like everyone of them has a crush on you.

This was it. The final repository.

You looked up at the portraits at the Keepers – they gave you all a nod. Professor Fig stood by your side, in all of the trials, you were alone but not this one. Not this time. This time you had Professor Fig.

You approached the door, your hand hovering above it – the doors opened by itself, groaning loudly. It revealed the final repository. Professor Fig stepped foot first and you followed.

A loud bang and whirring could be heard – Ranrok. The Goblins had found the repository, they were infiltrating Hogwarts. Fig moved first, his face filled with shock and anguish. Your feet dragged you to follow.

“Damn, the goblins!”

“Do you think Ranrok’s here?”

A lump formed in your throat as you watched the goblins destroy the repository – you had faced Ashwinders, poachers, spiders, goblins – Gods, even you killed Rookwood. But this was all unnerving, you had never thought that your fifth year would be this eventful. You never asked for this, you wanted a normal school year but the Gods had other plans for you.

“Let’s go.”

You were about to follow Professor Fig but before you could – you heard a loud bang behind you. You whipped your head around with your wand raised.

It was your friends – all of them. Sebastian, Ominis, Garreth, Poppy, Natty, and Amit.

“What in Merlin’s name are you all doing here?!”

Your face contorted from shock to frustration. They shouldn’t be here. Professor Fig turned around due to the commotion, his mouth gaping at the sight of other students in the repository, his brows furrowed from anger or surprise — you couldn't really tell.

“You’re not going to do this alone, I– we– we won’t let you.”

Sebastian stepped forward. Grasping his wand, he took in the sight of the repository then you. He wasn’t going to let you do this alone – not now. Now you needed him — you needed them.

“Are you mad?!” You shouted, your friends flinched except for Sebastian – they had never seen you this angry, in fact they’ve never seen you angry. You always lended a hand, never complained – you never asked for anything in return. Your chest heaved, you couldn’t risk them – anything but them. You started having thoughts, unpleasant ones. Lifeless bodies of your friends flashed in your mind, your mouth went dry. You tried to focus, pushing those thoughts away.

“You do not have to do this alone.” Natty reasoned.

“You have us now.” Ominis softly said.

“And what are friends for?” Poppy tilted her head to the side.

“You don’t have to carry this on your own.” Garreth smiled at you but it didn’t quite reach his eyes – they knew what could happen, they knew the risks. But they still came. For you, anything for you.

You felt tears stinging your eyes, you felt your throat close up. Professor Fig pressed his lips in a thin line, his eyes flickering to them and to you. He’s letting you decide and you – you can’t.

“This is a burden that I’m not willing to share.” Your voice was almost a mere whisper, you swallowed the lump in your throat, you looked up at them.

Sebastian shook his head, his hands finding your cheeks – you never even realized he got close to you. You were so caught up on the bad things that could happen, “You’re not going to share it. We’ll take it from you — I’ll take it from you.”

You hadn’t noticed that tears were falling from your eyes until he was wiping it away. You were terrified – you didn’t want to be alone, you don’t want to face this alone.

“Uh– I quite hate to ruin a moment but, uh, what exactly is the plan?” Amit had a bead of sweat on his forehead either from nervousness or the fact that he ruined the moment with Sebastian. You almost wanted to chuckle – but it seemed inappropriate. In the corner of your eye, you could see Professor Fig growing more anxious, yet he waited. He wasn’t going to take this moment from you, especially when you never asked for this.

You were a child. You should’ve been enjoying butterbeer with friends, worrying about schoolwork, worrying about being late, frolicking at Hogsmeade but you weren’t just a child. You never were. You never will be, not with the magic you wield.

You looked at them – all of them. Your friends were here, they were willing to risk their lives for you, just as you did for them. Over and over again, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were glad to be of service – you were powerful enough to help them, to save them. For a minute you considered it, to let them help. To let them save you.

But you have to do it alone.

With a heavy heart, your hands hovered over Sebastian’s. You gently pulled yourself away from him, a shaky sigh emitting from your mouth. Your hands found his freckled face, you gave him a small smile. As both your thumbs stroked his cheek – Sebastian eased onto your touch, “Please, let us help.” He pleaded, his throat bobbed, holding back his tears.

You let go of his freckled cheeks and he already missed your warmth.

For a moment, he thought he had changed your mind and so did the others.

“I’m not going to let you suffer because of me.”

Their hearts dropped when you aimed your wand at them, your hand shook. You didn't want to do this but you knew your friends, they were stubborn. “Depulso.” You knocked the lot of them back - with the new wand and with your ancient magic coursing through your veins, they were sent flying back to the map chambers.

The last thing Sebastian saw – was your tear stricken face with guilt written all over it. He landed roughly on the clandestine floors as well as the others. “No!” he shouted, grunting as he tried to get up on his feet, trying to reach the doors.

Professor Fig chanted a lock charm on the doors, he turned to you and squeezed your shoulder gently. He didn’t know what words would comfort you – he didn’t know if there were any, if it were up to him, he would’ve made them stay. You and him could hear them casting different spells on the door – you could hear their protests, as well as their pleading. It hurts to shut them out, to turn them away.

“It’s for the best.”

Professor Fig solemnly nodded at your response, his hand falling away from your shoulder – he led the way and you followed. The voices of your friends fading as you went deeper in the repository.

“Fuck - fuck!” Sebastian pounded on the doors, trying to force it open. On his side was Garreth and Amit. Ominis tried to use alohamora multiple times, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Can- can we- ugh - Apparate?” Amit grunted as he tried to push the door with all his might. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Natty and Poppy growing frustrated as they tried to apparate but only ever appearing in different corners of the room.

Sebastian looked up at the four Keepers with barely contained anger, “This –” he flailed his arms in exasperation. “This is all your fault!”

“She was meant to walk this path alone.” Percival Rackham says.

“Like all of her other trials.” Niamh continued.

“And you knew that.” Charles Rookwood reminded him.

“She trusted you, after all.” San Bakhar’s voice echoed in the chambers.

“Other trials?” Garreth was frustrated, his eyes twitched – he looked over at Sebastian, who had his mouth shut but he could see him bristle, he felt his anger seething from him.

“You knew.”

Everyone knows that you always stuck by Sallow and Gaunt. They knew that you were particularly closer with Sebastian, everybody in the school saw it. Even the Professors had a bloody comment about the two of you. “You fucking knew – that she had been doing this and you never told us.”

Everyone was looking at Sebastian now. He clenched his fists. Even Ominis looked livid. He was left out. Again. Why couldn't you trust him the way that you trust Sebastian?

“Is it true?” Poppy’s eyes were wide – she didn’t want to believe it, of course. She knew you had your secrets. She knew you wouldn’t tell it to anyone but you had told it to Sebastian. Couldn't you trust her? Couldn’t you trust them? What made Sebastian different from them? From her?

“I had no choice, I gave her my word.” He defended himself — shame filled the entirety of his body. He’s regretting that now because you're one step at death's door.

“There’s always a choice. You just chose to be selfish.” Garreth jabbed a finger towards his chest – he knew his words were going through him. It was evident with how dark Sebastian’s face was from anger.

“Like you always do, like you always have.”

Garreth’s words were harsh – he’s going too far but he was so frustrated, he was so fucking angry and this was him trying to contain it. The others gasped at what he said, he heard Amit saying that enough but he's far too blinded by rage.

Why did you always have to run to Sebastian? Why did you always have to be with him? Why did it always have to be him? Time and time again, he’s shown that he’d be there for you — that you could trust him. The others did too but you chose him, every bloody time.

So why couldn’t you choose him?

Before he could even react – Sebastian’s fist collided with Garreth’s cheek making him stumble back, the others gasped. Sebastian seized him, trying to land another hit but he felt himself being lifted from the ground – he looked up, Natty had casted Levioso on him.

Poppy was on Garreth’s side telling him that it wasn't worth it – holding him back.

Sebastian gritted his teeth, once the spell wore off – Amit tried to hold him back.

“Enough!” Ominis shouted, his face was contorted in frustration. “Fighting amongst yourselves won’t do anything — we’re here and she’s still in there–” His voice broke, almost whispery as he tried to hold his sob back.

“She’s still in there.”

Sebastian’s shoulders slumped and he pulled himself away from Amit.

Garreth’s eyes narrowed, his face turned red from anger and shame.

“All you can do is hope.” Percival Rackham’s voice almost surprised them – they almost forgot that they were here.

Silence befell on the group, each of them trying to hold back their tears. Sebastian’s fingernails dug in his palms, causing it to draw blood. Garreth was pulling on his red locks. Amit hid his face in his palms as he sat on the floor. Ominis turned his back away from them. Natty and Poppy held onto each other.

All of them knew. Hope wouldn’t be enough. But for now, they dreamed that it could be.

You were close – so close to defeating Ranrok, he was on the ground with you now, he was weakening, you could see it. Spell after spell, your anger coursed through your veins, the tears were streaming down your face freely.

He lurched towards you, launching you off from your feet. You let out a cry as your back hit the ground, grunting – you quickly downed a wiggenweld potion, tossing it to the side. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

You were tired, your body was aching. You had a few nasty cuts and scrapes. You know some of it would leave a scar.

You wouldn’t lose. You can’t afford to. People were relying on you. Professor Fig relied on you.

You had to do this, if not for you then for them.

Flashes of memory came rushing in your mind;

Sebastian’s first duel with you and his welcoming smile when he brought you to Hogsmeade.

Natty’s kind eyes and smile – when she offered the empty seat beside her during Charm’s class.

Ominis’ snarky remarks, the way he'd lend his shoulder for you to sleep on, the way his head would turn at the sound of your footsteps.

Garreth’s mischievous smirk and his sweet scent – his concoctions during Potion’s class. He had always tried to make you laugh or giggle.

Poppy’s sweet laugh, her kind hands on yours as she taught you how to hold beasts gently.

Amit and his rambles about astrology, his telescope that he gave to you freely, his willingness to help you despite being afraid.

This was all for you.

You yelled out as you forced your ancient magic out of you – your body felt like it was burning, the final blow was dealt. The magic he wielded swirled around the repository – at the corner of your eye, you saw Professor Fig. You felt relieved but your mind was still on high alert, adrenaline still rushed into your veins.

Rocks started falling in the repository, a particularly big boulder was about to fall on you both but you held that back with your magic. No, no, no. You panicked – you were weakening and you felt it.

Professor Fig tried to help you, your eyes squinted in pain, pulling your wand back.

“Professor!” You went to his side quickly, you saw him limping. He was growing weaker by the minutes that passed by.

He looked at you, trying to reassure you. He wielded his magic again, trying to hold off the boulder that was threatening to fall on you both.

“You need to contain it!” He shouted through the chaos.

You looked up and shot out your magic at the sky. The dark magic that left started gathering itself on the ball that you created – you winced out in pain, you felt your arm giving out but you held fast. You could feel it burning through you. You didn't know if you could hold it much longer, the pain started to spread everywhere.

“You are stronger than you know.” Professor Fig’s voice rang through your ears, glancing at him. You could see that he was still trying to save you.

He shouldn’t have to suffer because of you.

You yelled out, a burst of magic came out of your wand, blinding you and Professor Fig for a moment.

You grunted in pain – the chaos stopped. You held your stomach, you felt the weight on your shoulders loosen. You stared at the contained magic.

It’s done. It’s over.

You saved Hogwarts. You saved them.

You looked behind you, your blood went cold as you hurriedly approached Professor Fig. He laid on the ground and his breaths were shallow.

No, no, no, no.

“Professor..” You felt the lump forming in your throat – you were in pain, everything felt hot. Your head was spinning, tears rolled down your face.

“Miriam..”

You quickly searched your pocket for Miriam’s wand, fumbling as you pulled it out. He let out a relieved sigh, your hands were shaking as you placed it in his hands. You held his hands tightly and your shoulders shook.

He took deep breaths.

“Miriam –” he paused for a moment, gathering his remaining strength to speak, “would’ve loved you my young friend.”

“The wizarding world,” You shook your head, a small indication for him to stop talking and to save his strength. But he relented.

“Could not be – in more – capable hands.” He held your hand tightly with Miriam’s wand, he took his final breath and his grip on your hand fell completely, his eyes then fluttered shut.

“Professor?” You quietly whispered, your voice trembled, your vision was blurry from the tears. You tapped his shoulders gently at first, then harder this time. He wouldn’t wake up – dread started to fill your veins, you started to wail as you tried to wake him up. His body felt cold beneath your fingertips.

You couldn’t save him.

The other Professors arrived. Professor Weasley saw your shaking form next to Professor Fig’s lifeless one. She gasped, “No, Fig.” She quickly rushed to your side, putting her head to his chest trying to hear life, a breath, a beat — anything. But there was none.

Professor Garlick placed a hand on her mouth, Professor Onai approached you both – she placed a hand on Weasley's shoulder, grieving with her.

Professor Ronen pulled you up to your feet but you didn’t want to leave his side, you protested through your tears – only crying harder and louder. He shushed you gently through his own tears, he handed you to Professor Sharp, you reached out for Professor Fig but Sharp turned you away from the scene, muttering the words 'I'm sorry', before you could react, he apparated while he held you.

The others looked up when they heard a whoosh.

It was you.

They took in the state of you.

A bloody mess. Literally and figuratively.

Your knees fell on the clandestine floor, wincing in pain as you continued to sob. It was hard to cry, it hurt to cry but you couldn’t stop – you can’t. Sebastian was instantly on his feet, he almost threw himself at you, he was on your side. He rubbed circles on your back as he pulled your head to his chest, whispering words of assurance.

You’re alive.

Professor Sharp had grief all around him, “Take her to the hospital wing.” before apparating

“Give her space, Sebastian—” Natty was about to pull you away from him but gasped when you passed out in his arms, your body going limp and he panicked – everyone did. Garreth immediately scooped you out of Sebastian's arms, shaking you gently, hand cupping your cheek, you were still warm but your breathing was shallow.

Exhaustion had made it's way through you - everything hurts but now it doesn't, you felt numb and weak. Everyone was calling out your name and yelling at one another. You heard them but it was muffled and then everything went black.

The Hospital Wing was quiet, the students visited you – leaving you gifts and wishes for you to wake up soon, Professors visited too.

You’re Hogwart’s Hero.

Your friends wouldn’t leave your side even when curfew struck, they refused to leave your side. Garreth talked to his Aunt Matilda, who in turn, gave them permission. Nurse Blainey obliged, this was the least that she could do for them. For you.

You need all the support once you wake up.

They all occupied the bed in the Hospital Wing. Natty and Poppy were the closest one to your bed, sometimes they’d each take turns on speaking to you. Professor Weasley said that it could help you find your way back to them.

Sometimes, when everyone was asleep. Sebastian would watch you, he feared that one day you’d just stop breathing but unbeknownst to him, he wasn’t the only one paranoid.

It was every one of them.

Natty would try to read the palms of your hand, as if it would give her a sign that you’d wake up soon. Sometimes she’d knack her brain, her mother’s books too – trying to find a way to reach you.

Poppy would bring out a beast, despite Nurse Blainey’s warnings, she’d take your hand and let you pet Persephone, the kneazle. She’d tell you that Highwing misses you and that everyone does.

Amit would study beside you, telling you he saved notes from class for you. Sometimes he’d conjure different constellations in the Hospital Wing hoping that it would wake you up. He even managed to conjure a constellation in the shape of you – telling you that it’s his favorite one.

Ominis would sit at your bedside, reading braille but he can’t really focus, sometimes he’d stop reading all together and just wait for you to wake up. One time he became paranoid when he couldn’t hear you breathing that he broke down. Poppy had to guide his hand to your cheek, just so he could feel you.

Garreth would come back from Hogsmeade, the table beside you was filled with your favorite chocolates from Honeydukes. He tried to make you drink a potion that he brewed himself. He was stopped by Nurse Blainey, he just wanted to help you – he followed the instructions carefully, he even asked for Professor Sharp’s assistance - he visited the library often trying to find books about potions that could help you.

Sebastian would never leave your side. Never. But when he’s desperate, he’d find something in the restricted section of the library. Scribner just lets him despite Peeves’ relentless snitching. She sighed when she caught him one time, telling him that this wouldn’t help but he never listened. He stayed up all night reading books that could help you, trying to gather information. Even pestering Nurse Blainey, he’d tell her things about the books he had read and of course, he’d get shut down. It frustrated him. He already lost his parents and Anne. He can’t lose you too.

He just can’t.

Two weeks – it had been two weeks, they were growing anxious each day. It was tense, sometimes they’d snap at one another.

Nurse Blainey was caught off guard when Amit snapped at her when he realized what he’d done, he apologized, bowing his head. Telling her not to put him in detention because he couldn’t stand the thought of missing you when you wake up.

It’s Saturday, all of them were lounging near you.

Garreth held your hand as he bit onto a chocolate frog, he felt your hand twitch. He stilled, breath caught in his throat. He squeezed your hand ever so gently, he waited – for a sign, searching your sleeping face.

You squeezed his hand back, he abruptly stood up causing everyone around him to be startled, his chair clattered on the floor.

Slowly, you blinked your eyes open — everything was blurry at first. Your eyes tried to focus, you could see a couple of heads around you then you groaned.

“Where— where- am I?” Your voice was raw, your mouth was dry.

“You’re in the Hospital Wing.” Garreth immediately answered, his hand still holding yours. He felt relieved, you were awake.

You were finally awake.

Your brain was still a bit foggy, you squeezed your eyes, breathing in and out.

“Please, for the last time, give her space.” Natty reminded them — she pulled Garreth away, making his hand slip from yours. Sebastian was also pulled back by Ominis, even if he also wanted to hug you.

Nurse Blainey arrived, her steps were hurried as she shooed them away. They obliged, they were still anxious but the tightness in their chests were gone now.

“Ho– how long was I?”

“Two weeks,” She handed you a glass of water, and you sat up slowly, bringing the glass to your lips as you drank.

You've never felt so thirsty before.

“Do– do you remember what happened?” Nurse Blainey tried to be careful with her words. She knows that this whole ordeal would change you completely both mentally and emotionally.

You slowly nodded.

“Professor Fig, is he? Did they?”

Nurse Blainey gave you a solemn look, one that said it all. You had hoped that maybe he could've survived but he didn't, tears stinged your eyes, making you look away from her.

“I couldn't save him.”

She almost gasped at your words– it was never your burden. A child should never have been going through this. You should've never carried everything, she had heard your whole endeavors. Every adult in this castle knew, the students and the people liked to talk.

Before she could speak, Professor Weasley came into the Wing, she looked at Blainey, giving her a nod. She then left the two of you.

Professor Weasley seated next to your bedside. You felt guilty - you put a hand over your mouth as you tried to swallow in your sobs.

“I’m sorry.”

“Whatever for?”

“For not saving him, for not— for not being strong enough.”

Professor Weasley bristled. She looked down at her hands that were folded neatly onto her lap. She was silent, trying to find the words.

“It wasn't your fault. Fig chose to protect you. To save you. None of this was your fault.”

“But— but I'm supposed to be capable, if I'm not capable then how can I— how can I protect everyone?”

Professor Weasley's throat bobbed. You should've been worried about homework, not people's lives. You shouldn't even have to be capable. You shouldn't have to protect everyone. She took off her glasses, wiping the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes – when has she ever felt so helpless? She knew the risks of being a witch and a wizard. But Gods, you were young — too young to even be dipping your small hands in blood, too young to even have scars and wounds that would never leave.

“You’re not supposed to protect everyone. We're supposed to protect each other.” She put her glasses back on, her eyes still trained on her lap before it finally settled on you.

“In the end, Professor Fig had asked for our help because he knew he couldn't have done it alone — you couldn't have done it alone.”

You remember him saying that he should've trusted others better — he should've trusted them better.

“You aren't alone in this. You never were. You need to trust yourself, yes, but you also have to trust others.” Her green eyes flickered up to your friends, who were standing a few feet away from you — watching you converse with Professor Weasley.

You wiped away the tears from your cheeks, wincing when you felt a scar running down your cheek to your lip.

“But they'll suffer because of me — I don't– I don't want that.” The last part came out as a plea from either the Gods or for yourself.

“I don't wanna drag them— to whatever– I know that my foot is one step towards death's door–”

“Do you think that they won't yank you back?” Professor Weasley's green eyes were on you now.

“I—”

“They love you. Love you enough that they're willing to suffer the consequences of it.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line as you fidgeted with the thin blanket covering your body.

“Even if you don't want them to. You cannot tell them no, you cannot simply tell them to stop loving you.”

Your eyes narrowed. You loved them. Of course you did — that's why you kept giving them everything. Even your life.

“What happened wasn't your fault — don't ever blame yourself for that. Professor Fig wouldn't want you to.”

Your hands gripped the sheets as you remembered his last words to you. Weasley gave you a small smile before heading out. Your friends suddenly piled to your side.

They looked worn out, they had bags under their eyes, tears stained their cheeks. Their hair was sticking out in a few places. Ominis reached out, hands made a grabby motion as you leaned towards his reach, his shoulders relaxed when he felt your warm cheeks against his palms.

“You're alive — you're here.” He gently stroked your cheeks, afraid that if he held you too tight, you'd break.

“I’m here.”

The dam just broke when you said that — each of them was crying. Sebastian rested his head on your shoulder, careful not to put so much weight.

“Don’t— don't ever do that again, please.” Garreth pleaded, he was kneeling next to your bedside, his hand on yours, interlocking your fingers together. He gave out a relief sigh, you were warm. You were alive. You were here.

You sobbed with them. You were terrified — terrified that you wouldn't be able to see them again, terrified that you would fail and they wouldn't be here. But they were here, all of them were.

Poppy pushed past Garreth, throwing her arms around you and so did Natty. Both of them couldn't take it anymore, consequences be damned, it was always the boys hogging you — it didn't hurt per say, it just surprised you. You cried even harder, hugging them back just as tightly, the others joined in for the hug.

And you spent a while like that, all of their arms around you — your shoulder was filled with their tears, you didn't mind. It reminded you that you were alive. That you were here.

And you would be, for a while.