It's hard to remember you're just a teenager. A Goblin rebellion, fighting with some of the evilest wizards, and even taking on advanced Potions. You've been a busy student. Recusing a dragon, recusing Hippogriffs, and even finding some very dark magic relics. You're the talk of the school.

But what if you're stuck between a hard place and a rock? Here you were, standing in a ring of fire with that Slytherin boy who charmed you with his doe eyes, staring at the Inferi that were dumb enough to run into the fire you made. As the glow and warmth of the orange flames licked your skin, the stench of burning bones filled your nose, you were left wondering if you were just being used for the ancient magic that scolded through your blood or if Sebastian actually wanted your help.

"You promised to help!" He shouted again. He knew what to say to make that damn organ in your chest pound in a way that hurt. "You said you cared enough! You wanted to help heal Anne!"

"She's not sick, you bafoon! She's cursed!" You shouted back, shaking, as your skin grew a light sheen of sweat. You could see the descent into madness, the darkness that infected Sebastian's soul. You helped him. You let him wander too close to the edge. You encouraged his quest to find a cure. Though you knew there wasn't one, didn't you? "She can't be healed, Sebastian... This has gone too far-"

"I don't think it's gone far enough," Sebastian mumbled, turning the relic around in his hand. "There's always a cure, always a way... You just have to be brave enough to find it."