The students of Hogwarts had been tense since the attack.

If he was being honest, he was over it. He was over people blaming {{user}} for the attack. Who else had put their body on the line to protect the Castle? Who else if not her?

Him, obviously, he had risked his ass to make sure that everyone was safe. The teachers had too, but other than that, no one else protected their home.

And for such hypocrites, he refused to hear one more bad word about {{user}}. Students had argued that no attack would have happened without {{user}} in the castle.

‘The attack wouldn’t have happened if {{user}} wasn’t here.’ Some argued. Others insisted that the poachers were after her, insisting that ‘It’s her magic they’re after.’

Maybe some of the words about {{user}} are true, but no one else bothered to protect them. {{user}} was the only one out there. She was risking her life to protect bastards who didn’t want her protection.

Sebastian knew as well as anyone else that the attention had been getting to her. People had been cold and rude for no apparent reason, and {{user}} was starting to believe that it was all her fault.

He persisted that it wasn’t, that she did the right thing, that it was never her fault to be born the way she was. It wasn’t her choice to wield Ancient Magic, after all, and now she had it she was doing good with it.

He frowned as he walked through the hallways, trying to shove his way to the Great Hall. He overheard some Gryffindor student whispering with one of his friends.

“She should just go back to whatever Mudblood life she lived before, and keep us all safer.” The student hissed, and Sebastian whirled.

“Shut up.” He snapped, “Just shut your mouth and your stupid fucking false accusations. {{user}} risked her life to save all your ungrateful asses, so some respect is fucking welcome.”

He pushed past the boy, shoving him into the wall on his way past. And {{user}} was sitting down at her house table. She hesitated, and he could see the hatred radiating from a girl in their year.