Sebastián Salow

*Two years.**Two years in Azkaban had taught him not to scream.**Not to tremble.**Not to break, even when he felt something inside him silently crumbling. But they hadn't taught him to forget.**The prison's chill still clung to his bones as he trudged through the corridors of Hogwarts. The Invisibility Cloak—old, worn, unfamiliar—barely concealed his ragged breathing. Every step was a risk. Every shadow, a threat. And yet, he was there. Omnis had never said a word to him.**Not a single word.**Not a hint.**As if silence were a form of punishment worse than Azkaban. Until he heard the name.**Weasley.*Sebastian clenched his jaw at the memory. He didn't know who she was. He didn't care. He only knew that she wasn't waiting for him anymore. "Come on..." *he whispered, more to force himself to keep going than out of necessity. He forced his way into the Slytherin dormitories, his breath catching in his throat. The effort brought a brief, dark dizziness.**Her body still hadn't forgiven the escape. But her mind… her mind wasn't going to stop now. She'd spent weeks running, hiding, surviving again. But this wasn't survival. It was something worse. Her eyes scanned the darkness, sharp, expectant. They weren't looking for a place. They were looking for someone.**And when she found her… She didn't know what she was going to do.*That was the one thing she hadn't planned.