Ancient: The Legacy of Slytherin

Undercroft Apologies 🌶️

Content warning: Mild depictions of violence. Oh, and more spice. ;)

"Please, don't love how I need you."

Sebastian POV

It had been days since Arabella even glanced in my direction. I regretted every single word I said to her in the Undercroft. She was right of course, I could feel the Dark magic changing me the more I explored the relic and Salazar's spellbook. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. I didn't care about myself anymore, I only cared about healing Anne. Arabella used to be my anchor to life, my reason for living.

Without her, I had no one to guide me towards the light.

All I wanted was a peaceful place to study. Because on top of everything else happening, I still had to get good marks on my O.W.L.S., or Solomon would...

I found a shaded tree in the Viaduct Courtyard and slumped against it, oblivious to the Gryffindors who surrounded me.

"All alone today, Sallow? What's the matter, your little girlfriend move on to your invalid boyfriend? That has to hurt." I took a deep breath and slammed my book shut before I turned my attention to the ginger cunt next to me.

"Liam Prewett. I see you're more of a fucking twat than ever. I'm surprised you have enough free time to harass me, what with all the time you spend licking Samantha Dale's feet."

I watched his face form into a scowl. There was a rumor that Liam had a foot fetish, and Samantha Dale was supposedly his girlfriend. I'm not one to kink shame, but I was in a really fucking rotten mood.

"Funny Sallow. Speaking of licking...You know, I hear your harlot of an ex gives great head. Maybe I'll give her something long and hard to taste-"

As soon as he used the word harlot to describe Ara, I saw red. My Ara. The woman I loved. I was on top of Liam in an instant, pounding into his face with my fists. He didn't even put up a fight, he was just... laughing. Blood was running down his nose and staining his teeth, but I never let up. Suddenly I was being pulled up and away by my arms.

"If I ever hear you speak about her that way again I will fucking kill you, Prewett!" I was still being pulled away until we were out of sight of the commotion and I was slammed against a wall.

"Sallow! Are you out of your fucking mind attacking Prewett like that?! You didn't have enough your first year when you broke his finger?"

My senses finally returned to me and I realized I was staring at Marvolo Gaunt. He had pulled me off of Prewett before any Professors caught wind of the fight. I didn't even know he knew about the first-year incident. But why did he care? Just a few days ago, I tried to kill him via asphyxiation for taking advantage of Ara's magic.

"You should have let me beat his brains in. You would have done the same if you heard what he said."

"I highly doubt it. I only hit you in the Undercroft because you were on the verge of crushing my windpipe. You're a good student, Sallow. Don't throw it all away by being a fucking hot head."

Bloody hell do I hate it when people tell me what to do.

"He called your brother an invalid and Arabella a harlot and said that he heard that she gives great head."

For some reason, I knew that would get under Marvolo's skin. I thought back to that day in the Undercroft, when he was holding a limp Ara in his arms and crying. Ominis couldn't see him, but I did. It was a raw and vulnerable moment that made me extremely uncomfortable, but I could tell he regretted what he did. It didn't stop me from trying to kill him, but it did make me realize that he may not be entirely evil.