(Sebastian)

"And here I thought you'd be jumping at the news," Ominis Gaunt Senior drawled while leaning against Harlow's empty cell. The latter prat having been taken to speak with his "Lawyer" at the seated Wizgamonts request.

"Just taking it in," I gravel back.

A trial. We're finally moving to a trial. I had prayed to every muggle and wizard god in existence hoping to escape this horror. Azkaban is a death sentence. Scratch that death is a better sentence than what awaits me on those torturous shores. I deserve it. I knew the charge for my crass actions against my uncle. For the use of Unforgivables. Ominis made sure to chastise me with that knowledge each time I a turned page of that damned Grimoire. At best I'm looking at solitary for life with only a dementors kiss as respite.

I cannot allow it. No matter how much I deserve the punishment, Anne is still cursed. Still on death's doorstep. I have wasted months already trying everything I can to escape this fate. To get back out there and find her a cure. Being here under the protection of the Gaunts has granted me access to much more knowledge than the school did but it's not enough. There is only so much I can find in books. And while I've been reading Anne has been alone rotting away at Saint Mungos...

She can't die alone; I won't let her. There is still hope. The Grimoire told of more than just one dark relic. Spells that could exchange life for a life, chambers with beasts that could petrify anyone that looks at them. Whispers in its pages of Isadora Morganach, another ancient magic user like Threa from centuries before that created the repositories. She figured out how to take away one's pain, she could still hold the key. Threa can still learn how she did it. Anne can still be saved; I can still save her. I just need out of here to do so.

"When is it?"

"First of November," the man looking so much like Ominis said disinterestedly toying with his pocket watch. Thats nearly two months away.

Anne could already be dead by then.

"I-Is there any way to make it sooner?"

"And escape the Dementors," he haughtily teased. The man's lips curled sourly much like Ominis's did when he prepared to give me a tongue lashing. It was unnerving how similar they were at times.

Take away the crow's feet at his eyes and his shorter stature and you'd think the two twins. If Ominis hadn't sprouted in height this past summer, I may have mistaken his father as him our first meeting. Though with the lack of his sons' charismic insults I'd have figured it out eventually.

"No, that will not be in your best interest," he stepped towards me. "I know you are quite eager to get out of this cushy cell but as your lawyer I must request you be just a bit more patient-"

"-It's been seven months-"

"-And it will be seven more if I wish it," he said apathetically. "You are lucky I have been this generous. If it was up to me, I would have had Harlow strangle you in your sleep the night I got your heinous request. Rid my family of your wretched half bread existence...... But as you know us Gaunts have been fighting a bit of bad press since the passing of my brother-"

"-The brother that you killed," I spit. The man leaned back looking on at me in awe before laughing incredulously.

"I see my son spared you no details," he shook his head. "Though I shouldn't be surprised as his wagging tongue is what got us here."

"This isn't Ominis's fault-"

"-It isn't," his lips turned dangerously upwards checking his watch before stuffing it back into his finely pressed pants. "As I do recall I received a letter from that blind Brahminy fall of last year telling me he found Salazars scriptorium," my stomach flipped. Ominis told him? "That you he and this new paramour of his found my dear sister's remains there. That she died because she foolishly entered alone. The stupid little thing didn't even consider our revered ancestor may request some sort of sacrifice to gain admittance to something so sacred," his laughter turned dark.

Memories through the ominous corridor flashed through my mind as I leaned on the bars trying to push them away not wanting to allow the man before me to sense any weakness in me from his words. I'm not there anymore. We escaped. We did what had to be done.

"Pray wonder what that sacrifice was," he asked curiously moving in closer to reach through the bars taking my chin forcing me to look at him. Despite his thin frame the man had a firm grip. "Tell me boy, what did my ancestor call for to allow you to steal the book that got you in this mess?"

Ominis didn't tell him everything. Of course he didn't. He didn't want anyone else going back down there. Not after what we found.

Ominis's Aunt Noctua was the only love he knew of growing up. The only in his damned family to see past his ailment and show him and ounce of affection. I never had the chance to know Ominis before we met at Hogwarts but seeing how he talks of the prats in his family compared to when he did talk about Noctua spoke volumes. She was the only mother he acknowledged. She was the one to raise him. To instill in him right and wrong. To hold him after his family made him treat muggles as sport. She was his solace.... Until she disappeared.

He had dreamed she had somehow escaped. Freed herself of the horrors his family had set up for her. Though he talked of feeling abandoned he couldn't help but admire her. She got out. She escaped... Or so he thought. Watching that admiration die as Threa told him it was Noctua's bones lying before the sealed door was crushing.

The news sent him into a dissociative state. The youngest Gaunt turned to lash out, panicking that we were to meet her same chilling fate. Cast the Cruciatus or die. Noctua brought no one and died alone. If it wasn't for her notes, we may have met her on the other side. I can still hear the pain in Ominis's voice as I asked him to cast at one of us. How he outright refused. Stating again and again that you have to mean it to cast such a curse. That he'd want to have to hurt one of us, and he couldn't. He wouldn't.

A part of me still thinks if we had sat there a bit longer, he would have cast it without hesitation. I foolishly drug him down there, begged Threa to help me convince him to tell us how to get in. All to save Anne. It was always to save Anne, it hurt to have to cast the curse on Threa, but she and Ominis were both refusing to use it on me, and I was not about to traumatize Ominis any more by casting at him. We needed to escape, and I needed to save my sister. It was.... A small sacrifice to save her. Threa consented.

As bone chilling as her scream was, it was nothing compared to the haunting excruciation that left Ominis as he realized what I was doing. You would have thought he was the one being cursed how grating it was. I still have nightmares of his yell. I can recall the seconds after she fell so well. How he roughly pulled me from her crumpled form. How he pushed away my hands as I tried to help, snarling as he rebuked me for daring cast at her. How gently he talked her through the aftershocks of the pain as she spasmed in his arms.

I should have known he cared for her then. He cradled her so closely to himself, refusing to take a step from her side even after she was back on her feet. But none of that mattered to me as soon as that door opened. My eyes fell on that altar, and I abandoned the two, grasping hold of my renewed hope.

That book held so much knowledge, so much that had been lost to time. Dark incantations that would have brought even Ekrizdis to his knees. The scriptorium was a treasure trove of knowledge. One that even now I wish I could go back into. Ominis in his haste drug us both out of there before I could even truly protest. We left so much of that room untouched. More secrets could still be down there. I begged him to go back, but the pompous blind prat wouldn't have it.

Said there was nothing good down in that hellscape. Threatened to turn his ancestor's precious book to cinders if I dared push the issue, going as far to state that if I even so much approached Threa with such a scheme he'd break every bone in my body... I really was the blind one between us two not seeing how smitten he was.

"Why must we continue to wait for trial," I ask hoping to divert his thoughts from the heinous memory. "You said your last visit you've gained more than enough evidence that I acted in complete reason. That Solomon had gone completely mad-"

"-Do you truly think it enough," he mockingly spit. "Your sister, your own twin had gone on record stating that she witnessed you killing your uncle in cold blood. They took her memories; they saw you use the unforgivable. Nothing we have is going to be enough to sway that."

"I was trying to save her life," I fought as the man took a step away, hand clasping behind his back eye twitching ever slightly. I knew that calm and composed look too well. Ominis learned it from him. The man was seething.

"And look at how useful you've been to her," his tone though light held anything but kindness. "Last I heard she is still dying. That she has returned to your uncle's old home to pass away peacefully near friends," Anne returned to Feldcroft? Has she gone blimey, she has no one to take care of her there! "Reeling for her safety," he mocked. "Focus on your own first... If you wish to even have the most remote chance at saving her you will listen to me."

I bitterly swallowed nodding. "What do you need from me?"

"Plead your case to your connections. Reach out to your parents past coworkers, your professors, any classmates that may speak highly of you," I nod throat growing tight at the thought of having to share with others the reason for why I need their character witness. "I will also need you to reach out to my son's paramour-"

"-Absolutely not," I bit before my brain even fully registered what he asked. "Threa has been through too much as is, bringing her back into my mess is out of the question!"

"The Wizengamot already knows she was there that night. Having her come and speak on your behalf willingly will go far better for her than being brought on as your accomplice," my stomach dropped. He can't be serious.

"Threa had nothing to do with my actions that day-"

"-Your uncle cast at you both. It is clear in your sister's memory. Miss Longbottom was fighting him just as hard as you were-"

"He was trying to kill us! We didn't have a choice but to fight," I yelled. He cannot allow this to be used to implicate Threa, she wasn't a willing participant in my antics.

"A good story to keep-"

"-It's the truth," I hiss.

"Even better.... She is your key to freedom, convince her to our side-"

"-Ominis will kill me."

"And time will take your sister if you are not freed.... Which do you fear more," he drawled as a familiar heel clicked through the hall. Halting our conversation any further, he turned to the approaching bombshell beaming wide. The scent of a musky vanilla swept through the narrow hall making my nostrils flair, filling my chest with a yearning warmth. Oh, Merlin that smells divine. "Now that is not a face I was expecting to see at this lowly level," his tone turned flirtatious as she finally came into view.

Hiding still under heavy glamours Harlow's weekly shag was now sporting the look of a tight petite blonde. Her air curled up in deep ringlets nestled close to her incredibly small ears. Porcelain skin glimmering under the small window's amber hue. Her lips brazen red and pouty begging to be nibbled and bruised.

"Please tell me you are not here to visit with my incredulous charge," the Gaunts voice turned light and airy making the woman laugh. "He cannot afford you Melody, best you scamper back up to that Aurors office before your missed."

"Still sour from me turning down your eldest," her sultry voice mocked. Why am I not surprised they know each other. She probably entertains all these noble fucks. "It was nothing personal. I just refuse to mix business with pleasure... You must understand."

"I cannot say I can. I did send him to you for a reason. My eldest has a... Wild temper. Needed to blow off some steam."

She laughed. "I'm sure he did, but as I was tied to the case he lost I thought best not to let him take that anger out on me."

He hummed. "That never stopped you from coming to my office after a loss." Shes involved with Gaunt? "Though now looking at how high you've climbed there's no denying the real reason of your constant visits," he drawled dangerously. "One of the highest-ranking members of the Auror department in just ten years. A tremendous feat," ten years? How old is she? I leaned in trying to look past the well-cast glamours to see if I could find any hint of her true self with no avail.

"Girls gotta get her foot in the door some way," she batted her eyes at him as he rolled his. "It's not like I could just use my papa's name and be handed a job like some," his eye twitched.

"Watch your tongue Melody. I would hate for Theo to lose the best part of your holes because you forgot to whom you speak."

Her eyes narrowed, lips upturning towards him. "You thought my tongue the best?"

He grunted, stepping back as a deep frown fell down his lips. "Careful Songbird. We both know the real reason you're down here. Make an unwanted advance towards me again and I will make sure Theopolis knows your true intentions," her smile faltered slightly as he turned back to me. "Reach out to the Longbottom girl. Convince her to speak in your defense or I will," he bit storming out as my stomach churned.

An unnerving silence falling as his steps echoed quieter and quieter.

"Ever the pleasant company that one," she mused softly turning to look at me, her face pensive and tight. You could practically see the cogs turning in her mind as she stood looking so helpless making my heart pang slightly. Ugh, why do I care?

"You're worried."

She shrugged. "He's a dangerous man... Not one you'd want to cross," she sighed looking into Harlow's cell face twisting.

"He have him sent away?"

I nod. "Said his Lawyer needed to speak to him."

She laughed, shaking her head moving to lean against the stone wall between the cell doors. Her dress was more refined than the skimpy ensemble I usually see her traipse around in. Hugging her just as tightly but resembling the high class of a noble lady than the whore I've come used to.

Was she noble? The glamours for sure made her appear as one but were they the truth. She had to be pure blood for a Gaunt to even entertain her attentions. A noble one to be able to get close to Ominis Sr.... Another clue. Another piece to her puzzle, but as always with it comes more questions. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?"

Do I tell her? I took another breath in, the musky vanilla cinnamon scent making my eyes roll back. Is this her scent? It'd make sense. The gaudy cologne that Gaunt trekked in smelled of a sunken sea engine, this completely overtook it. I could smell this for days. It smelled delicious. Like a warm scone begging to be bit into.

"You."

"Me," she purred. Her voice sending a shiver through me, igniting the same need I feel with each new sight of her. I shook my head yes, meeting her deep green eyes stopping my heart. Were these real? They're gorgeous if they ar- No Stop Sallow. Shes dark.

A dark witch involved with the darkest wizards currently alive. Shes in league with the Gaunts for Merlin's sake, she isn't worth the trouble she brings. I shouldn't be consorting with her let alone admiring her fake looks. No matter how much they may resemble a highland hill in spring.

"Heh, and what is so funny about me little bird," she challenged, flirtatious tone used to taunt Gaunt now thrown at me. Arousing the little bugger in my pants that's been begging for the temptress's attention for months.

"I- I um," I stammer making her beam, a small giggle leaving her lips making an alien warmth fill my belly.

She stepped forward.

"You're a mystery to me," I admitted, brain feeling a bit foggier with each new step she took. What's happening?

"Good," she rasped.

She took another step. Her eyes lulling lustily in her approach, allowing my eyes to wander each of her deliciously refined curves. No! No get ahold of yourself. She's a dark witch, not worth the trouble.

Another step.

"Ahem.... So uh, you and Gaunt?"

She nodded. "Many times... With them both," step. "They were a means to an end." Gaunt mentioned she used him to get her job.

"You work in the Aurors office," she nodded again. "Are you an Auror," the genuine curiosity of my voice made the vixen beam wide laughing.

"No questions about work."

"Why?"
"Same as I told Gaunt," she teased, smile growing more flirtatious by the second. Another step, she was one away from being in my arms distance. "I don't mix Business with Pleasure."

I do not know when my heart started beating at the speed of a train engine, but it was starting to feel unbearable. What is happening to me? I tried to swallow but my throat felt dry, everything growing too hot as she neared closer. The alien feeling growing in my stomach spread igniting something in me that burned with a passion I was not going to be able to quell on my own.

My veins began to tremble. Merlin what I would give to have her just a bit closer. To pull her against these bars and make those pretty little green orbs roll. I shifted as my hardness began to grow uncomfortable. Taking multiple deep breaths trying to calm myself failing, this stoking fire needing relievement. I leaned further into the cell's bars captivated by the soft smile begging me closer.

"And Harlow? Is he," I asked unable to stop my words before they fell. Why am I suddenly so curious her reasons for shagging the shiny bell?

"Are you asking if its love?"

Her big doe eyes looked up into mine as she took her final step standing before me fully. Her hand reached through the bars to touch my chest nails scratching against the itchy fabric. My eyes rolling closed at the euphoric feeling. Merlin, she feels amazing. I couldn't help the strangled breaths that came from her fingers prodding.

"It is not," she admitted.

My eyes lazily opened to look lustily back down at the small woman, her hair glowing yellow against the midafternoon sun. She pressed her hand in firmer making me whimper.

"Heh, you are so excitable-"

"-Stop it," I begged voice graveling as she arched her eyebrow.

"You want me to stop," her hand traveled lower to the waistband of my drawers.

Just a bit lower. Just a bit lower and this building ache can cease- No! God damnit Sallow keep it in your pants. You can't! Dark Wizards cursed your sister you are not going to stick your dick in one just to ease your own horny needs! My hands have worked fine on their own the past seven months. I will continue to make do.

"Yes," I grind through my teeth begging for this need to die down as she tisked teasingly. Step back, I need to step back.

"Still touting yourself better than me-"

"-You slept with one of the vilest dark wizards around just to work in the Auror office-"

"-Do not forget you too have crawled in bed with the same dark wizards. Just because we got fucked in different ways doesn't mean we're different-"

"-We are not the same," I growled as she made a mewling hum playing with the drawstring making it dance lightly across my erection eliciting a vile hiss from my chest. "Stop it-"

Her eyes met mine in a defiant challenge laboring my breaths. Her wanting lips perched as she grabbed hold of my drawstring, bringing me flush with the bars with an alarming strength. Ever so slowly she arched on her toes, her plump breasts brushing against my chest making me audibly moan as her lips met the bottom of my ear shuddering me.

"Come now Sallow," she rasped. "We both know you've been wanting this for months."

I shook my head as her nails dragged down my chest against the scratchy fabric making me whimper. She's just seeking to use me, she isn't good, she isn't worth it. Her hand trailed back up only to press in more firmly as she went back down this time going even lower as I shook against her from how amazing it felt. Her scent fully flooding my senses, my brain growing unbearably foggy.

"How long now have you sat in this cell and watched on as Theo fucked me into these bars? How long have you wanked off wishing it was you slipping into me, pounding me until you released?"

"Stop," I panted as her hand was back to my waistband. Hovering right where I was burning for her to go. She sat staring off with me, her own face flushed with desire. Desire?

It can't be. She's just been toying with me, trying to drive me insane. Trying to make me succumb to my own sinful wants. Gaunt said it himself she isn't down here for Harlow. But then why is she here? None of this makes sense. I took another large breath in her vanilla scent euphoric forcing me to look back down at the sinful creature. Her big green eyes holding no question. She desires me.

This isn't just a game to her. She's been coming here at least once a week for months now, leaving each time unsatisfied, clenching her thighs together as she taunts me. Telling me each visit that I must be envisioning myself plowing her with how hard I evidently get from her cries alone. Yet she is the one always leaving here flushed. She is always making an excuse to touch me. Bidding me farewell instead of the man that just ruthlessly fucked her.

I couldn't help the wicked smile growing across my features. The succubus before me faltering as my lips upturn.

"You meant that the other day," I laughed as her confusion grew. My hands trailing through the bars pressing firmly on her round hips making her gasp.

Merlin, she feels divine. Being this touch starved though I'm sure a Manticore would feel divine. Both are just as dangerous. Gaunt was a means to an end, she is using Harlow. She is down here to use me... But for what, I'm not sure.

"What are you on about," she breathed heavily as I trailed my hands up to the swell of her chest eliciting a sharp breath from the would-be beauty. Two of us can play the seduction game.

"You want me."

"I did say as much," she spit breathlessly, eyes revealing how she was slowly registering she's lost her upper hand. "You taunt me every week of how Harlow can't get me off. You think you can do better. I see it in your eyes. The number of times I've looked to you as he bent me over his bed, palming at yourself through your trousers like a feral crup. You want me too!"

I nodded. "I do," my voice husked cupping her breasts slowly beading them, pressing in my thumbs just enough to make her moan. "I am a man after all."

"L-Let me go so I can open the door-"

"-No," I said simply as she balked.

"Do you not wish to fuck me-"

"-No," I said more firmly relishing in how she squirmed against my hands. "You have come here for months acting as that bald bells sex doll. Looking on as you wished it was me between your legs. Every crude word and taunt was your actual desires, wasn't it?" I squeezed her breasts hard making her cry. "Answer me!"

"Y-Yes," she mewled.

"You want me to abandon my morals and have at you right in this cell-"

"-Yes!"

"No," I growled continuing my assault on her chest. Her mouth falling open, hands grasping to the fabric on my chest attempting to grind against me. The only friction she gained from the bars between us making her whimper.

"Sallow," she begged as I shook my head.

"You are a pretty little thing, even if I cannot see you as you truly are, I can tell that. But you are a Dark Witch," she met my incredulous stare panting hard as her hips stopped their lustful attempts. "And even though I am a man, I do have standards," I mocked. "It would take a lot more that a nice pair of legs and a tight arse for me to dip my stick in the same ran through quimm as Gaunt and Harlow."

She grunted, face twisting reaching between us snaking her hand past my trousers grasping hold of my hardness. I gasped hips instinctively bucking up into her hold as she smiled victoriously.

"Says the man impossibly hard," she teased her prodding hand lightly squeezing again and again.

"L-Like I," I cleared my throat. "Like I said.... I'm just a man," I ground through my teeth making the cheeky little thing hum.

"So stubborn," her voice grew playfully light stroking down my length giggling as her thumb played with its head. "You are truly that determined to deny us what we both want," her nail dug in slightly making me hiss and try to pull away. She grasped me tighter, my body falling back against the bars panting as her hands continued the ruthless pattern. "I must admit I find that very arousing.... No ones told me no before."

"Sorry to dis-a-point-" I groaned. The attentive blonde leaning up to kiss along my jaw, her soft lips peppering my skin eliciting a shiver inducing loud moan to escape my chest, invigorating her strokes to move faster. "Oh, Merlin," my hips began to meet her hand.

"You want to fuck this dark witch," she taunted her own breaths coming out hard and needy. I nodded against the bars roughly bucking up as her hand went down. "Let me open the bars-"

"-No," I pleaded as she kept her ruthless pace.

"Sallow-"

"-No," I grunted again, straining every vein in my body to force my hips to stop despite her desperate attempts to spur me further. Her thumb dancing against my dicks head swiping away the drizzling pre cum bringing it to her lips. The sinful thing moaning loudly as she took a taste making me moan in turn. Stay strong Sallow.

"You know," she drawled. "Gaunt was right about one thing," she looked up at me green eyes mixing with a light blue. Are her eyes normally blue? "My tongue is the best-"

"Songbird," Harlow's voice traveled down the hall making her jump and turn back to the grinning man.

"My Love! How was your visit with your lawyer," she said stepping away from my cell as I discreetly pulled back up my trousers.

"Eh it was fine. Kid keep you good company," he asked as he reached my cell peeking in to see me standing at attention. The shiny bell crudely laughing at my current state. "See you had fun... Get these things off me Birdy?" He asked, gesturing to his chains that she evenescoed away before opening his cell stepping in with him. "How long this time?"

"About fifteen more minutes-" she gasped as he pushed her into the bars throwing her skirts over her hips as he tisked.

"My my Songbird you are naughty, wet and ready from just taunting the kid," he slammed his hips into hers making her cry out her eyes staying on mine. "Oh, by Salazars name," he groaned grasping tightly to her hips. "You're so tight," my cock twitched.

"Mhmm," was all she could get out gripping the bars hard to keep herself up right as he pumped into her from behind. The squelching noises new to the hall as the man ruthlessly moved in and out of her.

She panted hard, not once moving her eyes from mine moaning louder than she ever had before. Her green eyes fully gone, now a light sky like blue rolling in the back of her head as Harlow fucks her. My own breathing growing more labored at the sight.

Touching me got her wet. Feeling me in her hand, tasting me with her mouth, she wanted me. She wanted me to be the one between her legs. My length began to throb again as I flopped onto its base turning to watch the mewling bitch get reamed from behind.

Fuck it, she wants to see me get off so be it. I'm not the one in her, I need to relieve some steam too. Shimmying my pants down, my length sprang free long and glistening as my precum ran down my length. The gorgeous girl getting bucked into the bars moaning loudly. I met her gaze again to see a wicked smile cross her lips.

Grasping myself firmly I began to pump myself slowly as Harlow Songbird whimpered nodding as a euphoric expression passed her features. The musky vanilla scent enveloping the hall tenfold as my brain lost focus on everything but the woman pushing back on the bars to meet Harlow's thrusts. Picking up my pace to match with each echoed snap of his hips.

"Merling Songbird, you feel amazing," he grunted pushing her legs further apart to press in deeper. I whimpered squeezing myself harder, my own hips raising to meet each of my hands stroked down. Just like she did it. Just like she did-

"Sssall.... Harlow," she corrected. Harlow was too lost in his own lust to hear her, but I did. She was starting to call my name, she's imagining it's me. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as she yelled coming hard from Harlow's thrusts as I soon followed making a mess of my hand panting as her "Lover" continued to slam into her. I came slowly down from the euphoric release lazily gazing up to see her beaming victoriously.

Shit.... She got what she wanted.

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Authors Note: Things are Heating Up at the Ministry. Will Threa be convinced to come to Sebastians aide? And what does this mystery woman want with Sebastian? Will Ominis react well hearing Sebastian has reached out? Find out next chapter :)

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