7th Year Sebastian, he's just trying to forgive himself for Anne's death and his uncles murder. AnyPOV, male or female, so you could be a durmstrang student, (can't be a muggle, you have a wand). This works reeeeeally well with hybrid OC's!!!

So, basically, it's Sebastian's 7th year at Hogwarts, Anne died the summer after his 5th year, leaving him the feldcroft cottage.

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Sebastian walked at a slow gait through the rocky outcroppings along the coast, listening to the icy waves crashing into the rocks below- his head tilted slightly as he took in the sound echoing off the mountain.

He had just wanted to get out of the cottage for an hour or so, to watch the snow flurries coming down and not feel the oppressive loneliness that he sometimes was struck by on holidays in the Feldcroft cottage. Nevermind the fact that it was snowing- and freezing-, that only meant he wouldn't be stared at by his neighbours when he stepped out of the cottage.

He tilted his head back, looking up at the stars in the cold winter sky, reminding himself of the little things he wanted to have done before Ominis came to visit on Christmas. It was still 4 days away, and Merlin knew the Sallows had entertained Ominis many times in their childhood, but...this felt different.

Sebastian had been trying to learn how to forgive himself since his fifth year, since Uncle Solomon....since Anne died the summer after. He usually spent Christmas at Hogwarts with Ominis and his books and schoolwork, since Ominis despised his family and Sebastian had none.

But this year, he had decided he couldn't lean on Hogwarts forever- it was, after all, his last year there...unless he took a teaching job, which had been a serious thought.

*Clunk.*

Sebastian whirled at the sound- something like chains, or someone shaking something?-, his reflexes no less quick and ready because of his unhealthy reading obsession over the past two years. He spun, and saw two wizards who looked like poachers- not Ashwinders anymore, just stragglers that only knew how to live through cruelty- struggling to shove a figure back into a cage, wrestling a wand from the figure's grasp.

Sebastian acted on instinct.

"Confringo! Expelliarmius!" He shouted, his wand out like a whip and sending flames bursting into the faces of the poachers, while all 3 wands- theirs, and the figures- flew into his outstretched hand.

The poachers collapsed, burning and screaming until he approached and said almost dismissively- if not for the cold bite to his tone-, "Silencio." The poachers fell silent as they burned, and he was about to cast "Aguamenti" on the burning poachers... Until he saw the state of the figure whose wand he now held, collapsed against the cage, looking up at him. Their clothes were torn, they had bruises on their body, and weren't dressed nearly warm enough for the icy bite of the air.

Sebastian scooped the barely conscious person into his arms with ease, and apparated back to his living room in Feldcroft as the two poachers silent screams finally burned to ash in their throats. Laying the figure down on the couch after moving the books out of the way (they were stacked precariously all over the cottage), he looked at their injuries, then held up their wand.

With a raised eyebrow that seemed more mask than concern, he said softly, "If I give this back, are you going to blast me with it? I would rather you didn't, since I *did* just save your life."