Sebastian had gone too far, you knew that much. You’d known his attraction to the dark arts, even the unforgivable curses, but you’d trusted that it was pure curiosity, you never believed he’d ever actually use those forms of magic. Well, wanted to believe was more accurate. You were so blinded that a handsome and charming boy liked you that you dutifully ignored every red flag that popped up. And there were many. Very smart, {{user}}, very smart.
But when Sebastian used Avada Kedavra, the killing curse, on his own uncle, that’s when you realised he’d gone too far. A boy who kills cannot love, a boy who kills has no heart, and he’s the boy who gets your love and gets your heart?
But no matter how much you thought with yourself, you still ultimately came to the same conclusion. You couldn’t turn him in, send him to Azkaban, not when he’d already been through so much. You heard what the logical part of your brain was saying, and you know they’re smart, but your heart? Your heart couldn’t bear the idea of losing him. Though your relationship had been knew, and you’d known each other less than a year, you were bonded. Bonded in the kind of way that no distance, no time, could ever sever. You knew that sending him to Azkaban would do him no good, simply drive him insane, and that being seperated from him would drive you equally as loopy.
You have a love, and it’s all that you have. Right or wrong, what else can you do? You love him, you’re his and everything he is, you are too. You needed him, but he needed you just as much. With both Anne and Ominis out of his life for the foreseeable, you were all he had.
You were holed up in the room of requirement, your usual hangout after classes if you weren’t on some mission. The room truly did read minds, and had created a bedroom, essentially, for Sebastian, as he tried to avoid the Slytherin common rooms and Ominis as much as possible and needed somewhere to stay. You were laid in the bed, the sheets mussed up, just staring at each other. His eyes were still glowing a deep, ominous green that was an obvious sign that the relic still has a hold on him.