DELGADO || Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

Part 40 - Tipsy and Tasting

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❝Showing me what she could do to me. What we could do together, and that was just a taste❞

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~Sebastian's POV~

I had no idea why I was locked in the dungeons, but I knew one thing for certain—it wasn't good. The Gaunts had taken me captive, and given my past, this situation could only end badly for me. Hours dragged on as I shifted my position as much as my chains allowed. I tried to stay optimistic, considering possible defenses or bargaining strategies.

Once Marvolo left me alone, I finally let go—surrendering to the rage that had been simmering inside me. Damn Gaunt and his twisted games...

Loud voices echoed from outside the cellar, growing closer. A sharp, authoritative male voice spoke.

"Mr. Gaunt, what a surprise. What can I do for you?"

"Open the door, Terrance," came the firm command.

The lock clicked open, followed by the sound of footsteps entering the room.

"Leave us," Marvolo ordered.

"Yes, sir! I'll be upstairs." The door shut behind him.

I stood up from behind the boulder I had been hiding behind, anticipation building inside me. Then, satisfaction washed over me.

Standing before me, dressed sharply in a suit, wand in one hand and a vial in the other, was my very best friend.

"Ominis Gaunt, are you even allowed to be here?" I teased.

"Bugger off, Sebastian. This is my house. I can go wherever I please," he replied, tucking his wand back into his jacket.

I pulled at my chains, inching closer to him, eager for any form of connection.

"Are you here to free me?" I asked hopefully.

He shook his head. "I wish I could, but I can't. You know I don't use dark magic, and your chains are sealed with it."

"I know..." I murmured.

"You know, if you'd just—"

"No, Sebastian!" he cut me off sharply. "You know exactly why I can't. I'm simply not capable of it." He stepped forward, into the light.

That's when I noticed it—the red rings around his eyes, the way his veins bulged beneath his skin, and the hesitation in his once-confident stance.

"He's done it again, hasn't he?"

A simple nod. "I tried to fight back. I couldn't even use the spells we practiced—he was too fast."

My chest tightened with anger. His own father using Unforgivable Curses on him... His youngest son. He should be protecting him, not hurting him.

"I'm sorry," I said softly, my apology carrying more weight than words alone.

"Don't apologize for him. You shouldn't. He's a madman, a terrible father, and I can only hope he gets what he deserves one day." He rolled the vial between his fingers, nerves creeping into his expression.

Curious, I changed the subject for his sake. "What's that, Gaunt?"

He lifted the bottle slightly. "Oh, this? I brought it for you."

I narrowed my eyes. "A love potion? You do remember I like girls, right?" I teased.

A grin tugged at his lips. "Oh, shut up, Sallow!"