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Protego Pt 15 - April Fools

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“I believe it best you graduate early,” Minerva said after they’d gone to talk to her about this for advice.

“I, have to leave?”

“I will say this, seventh year is notoriously hard, and by the dates you have given you are due in April, two months before NEWTS are sat for. Now early graduation does not negate your place to sit for those exams, merely you would be more relaxed and not having to traipse up and down enchanted staircases every day for months while you should be resting to prepare for baby. I myself will weekly check in on you, and should you wish it Sirius you can graduate early too, there have been instances where students were required to graduate and could move into internship jobs in the Ministry until the NEWTS are taken and they can progress into the Auror program. By then you could have sat for all the evaluation exams and have a foot up so to speak on those who graduate regularly.”

While plans seemed to line up well with professors ready to help them graduate by the holiday break Lily seemed to be a hard nut to crack, not having talked to Jewels after not being the first to be told. Letters home did warn the Evans parents and Petunia, who while shocked, was sympathetic that a means of birth control failed and now he was stepping up to the plate. Even going so far as to send a heart warming bundle of bridal magazines to help with any details she might be able to.

On a steady diet and vitamin regimen once she’d handled the deflating task of stepping down from the Quidditch team she’d simply left the other students to speculate about her health as to why she was now graduating early after her fainting spell. A giddy utterance from the Bloody Baron, who checked in on her however, had the Slytherin students elated at the news of a new child for Sirius’ line and whoever the adopted heir of Slytherin hailed from.

Narcissa and Lucius were first to share they would be nearby in London on the holiday break, clearly gunning for an invite as many other students tried to get to just be present at the imagined wedding of the century.

All the same amongst the work load a trip to a Midwife was arranged and anxiously Jewels and Sirius sat with hands locked in the waiting room after having filled it the paperwork under the watch of a House Elf who brought them from Hogwarts for the morning appointment. “Jewels Evans?” Up from the floor her anxious steady brilliantly green eyes rose to meet those of the former Molly Prewett who smiled at her with hands on her own belly.

“Molly Prewett.” At the wedding band in her finger she asked, “Or, not, anymore?”

“Weasley,” she answered with a smile and sat down in the chair beside Jewels stating, “Hello Sirius, my Arthur had to work. Just got hired as an assistant in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office after his apprenticeship last summer. When are you due?”

“April,” she answered widening Molly’s smile.

“Mine as well, three boys already at home with my mother in law so I could get a moment to breathe, won’t get much of that from April on. Twins.”

“Just the one, I believe,” Jewels answered in an anxious tone making Molly pat her arm sweetly in a comforting gesture.

“I was more than nervous my first time around. Have you graduated yet?”

“Not yet, we take our NEWTS on schedule and they’re letting us skip ahead, to get out early so we can prep.”

Sirius said, “My Mum surely will put me back on an allowance and we’ve got the rental we share with Reg and the guys until we find a more suitable place.” He smiled and stroked the back of Jewels’ hand, “Hopefully somewhere near to the theater troupe for my Jewels here.”

“I have an aunt who was a dancer, the traveling will be fun for you. Babies shockingly travel well at least as long as you are moving. It’s when you try to stop and put them down for the night where the trouble comes in. But a nice bath and they will be off to bed for you two to breathe until morning.”

Jewels chuckled and stroked her belly saying, “I’m so glad we ran into you. Everyone else we’ve seen some here on our last visit looked at us like we were fresh out of primary school. Even after seeing my ring.”

“Oh you will come into your age. The pregnancy glow does tend to add to a youthful tilt on us young mothers.” Her smile widened and she said, “We can coordinate our next appointment and have lunch after. You can pop by the Burrow and kick your feet up and I can share some tips you won’t find in any book. And maybe some spare knitting for your little one,” widening Jewels’ smile.

“Just show her your eyes, she simply can’t refuse.” Sirius hummed softly to Jewels, having revealed the front of the Grimmauld Place entrance of his parents’ home with a loving grin and pat of a hand on her still mostly toned belly yet to show sign of her second trimester. Purple to green those telling eyes beyond the door with the knocker to announce guests let them in to be presented by Kreacher to Orion and Walburga Black, who instantly moved to have the notable relative with surely the cleanest line to Slytherin settled upon the best loveseat beside their eldest son.

True she was adopted by Muggles, and surely interactions at the elopement with them would be tedious. Two sisters could be tolerable for a truly acceptable union for their son who they had assumed to have been straying entirely from the path. “Grandfather,” Sirius spoke aloud and stood to be greeted by Arcturus Black who had come through the adjoining door the Black Family mansion connected. His inherited hidden property connected to all residences linked to the clan including a few Malfoy properties now bound in the marital contract between Lucius and Narcissa penned for their future wedding date.

“My birth father is Morfin Gaunt, only I don’t exactly know who my mother is, we can’t seem to uncover her name for all we’ve tried. Did find I have a cousin, but apparently he’s the Half-Blood posing as a Pure-Blood in his war against Muggles.” Wide eyed with a hand over her lips she looked to Sirius, who only just now realized the golden seam accented teacup she had been given for his mother’s offer of a calming drink. One to help spill the tea usually offered to guests the Sacred 28 often wished to know more about. A move now the Witch halfway inched to regretting as the whole effort of the war she wished to push her sons into was based on fraud.

“That usurping little Half-Blood!” she was heard shouting in her storm out of the room while Sirius finished off his cup to pour her tea into his cup so she could keep drinking without force of more secrets from her lips.

Orion leaned forward luring Jewels’ eyes to him as he said to Sirius, “Defense of the line of Gaunt, very admirable. Had we known we would not have pushed Regulus above you. I would presume there is a plot afoot?”

“I had to keep Jewels unknown to him.” Sirius answered to Jewels’ try at a calming sip of tea from his mug. “He killed her parents.”

Arcturus stated plainly, “Your child shall inherit my home.” In reaction to the sudden offer she tried not to choke or spit out the tea and Sirius’ eyes snapped wider his grandfather’s way. “The papers shall be drafted up by the date of the wedding, we should go now, I will show you the garden young dear,” he said and moved around the table to offer her a hand. For a personal help up and walk to tour the grounds of his hidden home that even under snow was breath taking.

“Oh,” she whispered in awe turning around at the snowy hedge maze and fountain decorated cobbled pathways with destinations hidden by snow.

“You may have your ceremony here, I will assure the ballroom is prepared for the reception.” That had her eyes move off the mountains surrounding the bubble hidden mansion.

Sirius at the next plume of breath leaving her lips said, “There are warming charms that can encircle the ceremony outside if you didn’t want tents, we have tents, if you want them.”

Up at Arcturus she asked, “You don’t mind us getting married here?”

“Jewelia, this is to be the finest match of our family history. To not allow you to marry here would not be just an insult to our lines but to your unborn child. We must display full support beyond reproach to all in attendance. But first, Kreacher should have fetched Regulus by now and we shall commune with the stars to know to ready for a son or daughter. For both require certain steps to honor within the ceremony.”

A daughter, more weight to leave the house to her as the female heirs of the Black Family line were tied already to notable lines and were promised properties from those lines to include them into the fold. Sirius would be welcomed back into a small fortune to ensure no risk of discomfort or hunger as well as a few properties under strict terms of always ensuring Regulus would have a place in the properties should he require it.

One of the properties being a cottage in Godric’s Hollow Sirius and Regulus took her next to tour so they could set up home. Close enough to the theater and where her family could visit with ease and not seem out of place. A bit of furniture and paint would join the gifted house warming items from loved ones to fill up their needs inside this quaint place they now called their own.

The space very much needed as Andromeda and Ted had adjusted their house now packed with things for their daughter they hoped to be ready for anything with. Even Severus felt a bit uneasy coming back to the basement apartment and took up the offer of Sirius to rent out the three story town home he now had possession of to share with Regulus, who did not want to crowd the new couple in their new cottage. Three stories, that after finding his parents had just taken off one day in the first semester of this year and left without word or any sort of funds or property to him he was beyond grateful for some form of stability with the ten year lease agreement they signed for Severus.

From first night in the new place to first morning routines and breakfast before heading off for the day the couple seemed ready to take their new future on. Complete with use of the cow creamer and duck pitcher they made on their first date. Three days a week Sirius would be accepted to intern in the Ministry come January and could spend the rest of the time at the theater with his future wife. From finances to even future schooling questions, if they happened to have a Squib, much was discussed while the wedding seemed squared away with a visit to talk it all out with her parents.

“Jewels?” Sirius asked his silver eyed fiancé in her place at the chair beside their bed writing in her dream journal, just one word to fill the page beside a sketch of what anyone would take as a self portrait.

Knelt down at her feet his hands on her thighs snapped her out of the trance to look at him then to the book on her lap. “Oh,” she let out in slight confusion. “Suzsieanne, sounds pretty.” And looked at him again in his comforting nod.

“Bad dream?”

“No,” shaking her head she added, “Odd, I don’t remember. I always remember. Do you think, it’s a family name? From my mother?”

“Could be. Our family tend to have longer names, not the usual one middle name, we could use it there,” he wet his lips and her brow arched up.

“What?”

Breathily he chuckled, “Out of habit I have done the star charts, our little girl will be born under Pluto, could we make that as a middle name as well?”

“Pluto is pretty cute,” she said making him smile wider. “I say we keep it.”

Long sleeved sheer lace and diamond appliqué on the top half, the wedding gown certainly made a statement even without the poofy bell skirted white furry layers for the bottom half, accented by firefly like glimmering diamonds inside the fur and the sheer appliqué veil secured by the furry top hat. The hat, while a new tradition came from what was known of older Gaunt lines to try and respect those ancestors. Sirius in his white dress robes also decorated by fireflies out of glimmering diamonds joined the nod to one of their first dates when they were swarmed by them.

A symbol scattered throughout the ballroom as well for the food and music filled celebration select members of his family mingled as respectfully as possible with hers. Joined by friends from both the theater troupe, the Weasleys with their three young boys, Severus, Remus, Peter, Alastor, Flitwick, Minerva and Hagrid. To help fill her side so his would not be so abundant in comparison.

Petunia up at her side beamed in being her Maid of Honor. Lily sat speaking to James, who she insisted be able to come or she wouldn’t, calm even in the onset of worries for the three girls who learned the poorly area they grew up in now had both of their parents with deteriorating health. But for tonight under the light of a sparkler accented phoenix ice sculpture candelabra Albus had sent as a gift in return for his invitation while he was required to travel unable to make it.

A special night to carry on into a second wedding, also during the holiday break, Petunia and Vernon inside their own dream wedding prized their own day, this time with Jewels as Maid of Honor for her sister in return. Dressed in a knee length white strapless dress topped by black and white butterfly wings layered beautifully over the top, one shoulder with a black feathery accent, and onto the voluminous skirt visibly mostly made of tulle. A hint to her dress that was an off the shoulder lace simple dress Jewels had helped to accent with crystal butterflies stitched carefully into the design to truly be one of a kind.

Her ceremony being specifically arranged at a simple request of Vernon, who after being insulted by James at their first meeting chose the more welcoming of sisters to be part of the ceremony that had Lily on the verge of ruining the day out of spite. But in a talk with Petunia the week before she did come to understand as to why she was not allowed to stand up with her sisters.

She understood, but it still hurt, and when it came down to her own future wedding plans she tried to not let the sting make her act harshly against both of her sisters for neither picking her. Sweetly however James kept laying it on thick to distract with talk of better times back at Hogwarts that now neither sister can take part in. Which made Remus huff and hang his head back in hearing this isolating tactic for the sister who really didn’t need to feel alone after returning as the only unwed sister of three in school alone.

“Twelve hemlines, five embroidered fish and an army of brass buttons,” Jewels said with a smile emptying out an enchanted bag of the costumes she had taken home to finish over her last short shift at the theater. Needlework, calligraphy for poster and props and such were her bread and butter these days. Tending to get nauseous terribly easy requiring bouts on the floor to even out again, a role right now above the seated one that had her confined to a wheeled chair as an ailing heiress they worked into the script was the most accommodating way the troupe kept her doing what she loved.

When she might feel a bit embarrassed to force them to put in so much change to the script the whole cast made it abundantly clear this role was hers from the start no matter the accommodation to ensure she could be the one to bring it to life. So with a blanket or conveniently placed muff her growing belly was shielded for the most part while the audience got to prize what was known to be the only role for this starlet until after her maternity leave was through. All the same she loved it, her final role before everything changed, one her newest friend Molly was in the audience on a date night for to share a supper with their husbands afterwards.

Thick as thieves the pair hit it off. Close enough between the Burrow and cottage that weekly a few meetings could be managed to both ready for their births. A bond that would carry over as both women already halfway gone to labor arrived at the Midwife’s sharing a delirious chuckle at the timing.

“Lily!” A hand in the dark stirred the Evans girl from her sleep to find Minerva in candle lit glow who said to explain the wake up call. “It’s time.”

“What time?”

“For the baby.”

“Is it born yet?” she whined and said, “I won’t be-,”

“Lily Evans you get your back side out of this bed or so help me I will make you sleep on hot coals for the rest of the year. Get up! Your sister needs all the support she can get!” Clothes from her trunk flew at the girl’s face and she could only huff and grumble her way to get ready so she could be taken by Minerva out to the main courtyard where she found Remus dressed but shivering in the brisk morning breeze.

“Remus, why are you here?” Lily asked and he shrugged.

“Long as I don’t have to hold a foot I will fetch whatever they need.” He answered and let out a large yawn, taking hold of the portkey a man who arrived offered between the trio who were then off. Soon to see Regulus, who had been brought half asleep by Kreacher, now wide eyed in the cold air in his pajamas confused but soon excited as the reasoning clicked.

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You can continue reading on ao3 here - From here the Anaticula series picks up. Hoped you liked the mini series and do let me know what you thought if you feel inclined. Doubt I’ll be continuing to double post on here for the rewrite, or if I change my mind once it’s all rewritten or whatnot. But there is tons of fun ahead in the series and no shortage of drama. :) Happy Reading.

Link to the original version where my oc/Fred/George are born onwards still on tumblr, none of the new stuff but all of the original story you guys know. :)

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radical-ghostface · 3 months

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MC: “I’m not having sex with Sebastian!”

Ominis: “No one is judging you. It’s understandable. Sebastian is strong and mysterious and sort of compact but well-muscled.”

MC: “I am not having sex with Sebastian. But I’m starting to think that you might be.”

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow headcanon #sebastian sallow hogwarts legacy #slytherin #hogwarts legacy ominis #sebastian x ominis #ominis x sebastian #ominis gaunt hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt headcanon #ominis gaunt hc #sebastian sallow x mc #heir of slytherin #slytherin house #slytherin pride #slytherin boys #house of gaunt

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bookworm-with-coffee · 3 months

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Ominis Gaunt

《 M i s u n d e r s t o o d • ◇ • S l y t h e r i n ' s H e i r 》

Born; 1874 / 1875

Died; { - u n k n o w n - } .

"Everything to do with Salazar Slytherin seems promising! Until it's too late...".

#ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy aesthetic #hogwarts legacy edit #aesthetic #edit #ominis gaunt aesthetic #ominis gaunt edit #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis #slytherin #heir of slytherin #slytherin aesthetic #slytherin edit #my fave mans #❤❤❤❤#don't let this flop

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starrysallow · 1 month

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He's so ethereal

#ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy #heir of slytherin #slytherin #sebastian sallow #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy garreth #sebastian x ominis #hogwarts legacy fandom

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niabridges · 2 months

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The Heir of Slytherin.

Ominis kept his diary bound in worn, unadorned leather, its pages thick and yellowed. It was a solitary object, tucked within the false bottom of his battered traveling trunk. Not a single soul knew of its existence. Not even Sebastian.

He didn't write every day. Sometimes, the guilt festering in his chest was too overwhelming, the weight of unspoken horrors too heavy to give them shape through ink. Other days, the rage burned too brightly, and he needed to release it somehow, lest he unleash his fury upon those who didn't deserve it.

The diary wasn't a testament to his days. It was a confessional, a purging of the darkest truths his family would have celebrated. Here, he railed against the whispered curses his relatives hurled at innocent Muggles. Here, he detailed the revulsion that consumed him when his father raised his wand, ready to deliver torment.

There were softer entries too. Memories of his mother's gentle touch, faded into the distant past, yet etched upon his heart. Scrawled recollections of the first time he'd felt true acceptance, belonging, within Hogwarts' hallowed halls. In these fragile moments, hope flickered – a defiant flame against the suffocating darkness he knew lay in his blood.

The diary wasn't a source of comfort. It was a vessel for the ongoing battle within him, a memoir to the silent war for his very soul.

#hogwarts legacy #slytherin #ominis gaunt #heir of slytherin #ominis gaunt fanart #ominis gaunt headcanon

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dvinaamesca · 8 months

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• Creed Aventus man •

#hogwarts aesthetic #ominis gaunt #dark ominis gaunt #dark aesthetic #slytherin #hogwarts legacy screenshots #ominis gaunt screenshots #parselmouth #dark heir #Spotify

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moongurl95 · 7 months

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Guys! I wanna talk about this thread i found on Twitter:

ive been following @simply-slytherin and their theories and HAS THIS BEEN IN THE UNDERCROFT THE WHOLE TIME???

Any eagle-eyed gamers there who noticed this too??

#i just need answers #didn't hear that in Seb's voice #no maam #Sebastian what are you hiding #could this be a remnant from Isadora's time??#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy sebastian #ominis gaunt #tagging the heir of Slytherin cuz “his family” knew of the Undercroft right?

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capriddle · 4 months

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I find Merope Gaunt an extremely interesting character. First of all, she is one of the last living heirs of Salazar Slytherin, she lives as an abused person and in extreme poverty. She manages to understand love, but in an extremely distorted, sick and possessive form and this transforms her into an executioner. She even falls in love with a muggle and, in fact, she betrays her family and her origins, even going so far as to sell her family heirloom. She is, in my opinion, one of the most controversial characters in the entire saga and it's a real crime that they cut her out of the films. What can I say, I hope in this case too that the series can resolve it by showing her story.

#merope gaunt #slytherin heir #tom riddle #lord voldemort #voldemort #tomriddle #tom marvolo riddle #morfin gaunt #marvolo gaunt #salazar slytherin #slytherin locket #gaunt #gaunt family #harry potter book #harry potter series #halfbloodprince

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jaykorianddickkoriforlife · 5 months

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One thing I will always appreciate is the difference between Voldemorts reaction to the destruction of his horcruxes in the movies compared to the book.

In the books, he never becomes aware of the destruction of his horcruxes until much later, and that to me just made no sense. Like he never felt them getting destroyed? Literal pieces of his soul? I know he was all over the place but still.

In the movies, we see him react when they destroy Ravenclaw's diadem. He literally steps back in shock, gasping for air as if he had felt physical pain, even Nagini, his other living horcrux, withdraws into herself. It's what had made him even more paranoid the more time passed with Harry hunting his horcruxes down before that. When Nagini dies, his power collapses, and he has another physical reaction like it's just logical, and I love it so much.

I read once that Voldemort couldn't feel it because he split his soul too many times that it made him so unstable that he couldn't feel it anymore, if the creators could feel it that is since it's not acknowledged in the book like that, but it just- I don't care for that explanation.

I enjoyed that little addition they made. It made the connection between Voldemort and Harry deeper, and it made sense to have it in place to make him so much more paranoid in the movies, adding to his relationship to nagini which I thoroughly enjoy inspecting because of how protective, and caring he is with her, as someone like him could manage to be.

Sure, they have a lot of differences that I don't particularly care for, but that one is one I will always prefer over the book.

#lord voldemort #voldemort #nagini #harry potter #harry potter universe #tom riddle #horcrux #ravenclaw #Ravenclaw diadem #helga Hufflepuff #salazar slytherin #tom marvolo riddle #marvolo gaunt #the heir of slytherin #the chamber of secrets #harry potter and the chamber of secrets #harry potter and the deathly hallows

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stabby-apologist · 1 year

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I weirdly didn't anticipate the amount of love Sebastian Sallow would get from Hogwarts Legacy but I'm like totally on board because I'm low-key happy that I wasn't the only one drawn in by his story

#dont start #sebastian sallow #simps #heir of slytherin #slytherin #🐍#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #ominis gaunt #shadow of the relic #undercroft #like when he says

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blankdblank · 11 months

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Protego Pt 9 - Gringotts in the Summertime

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Great Aunt Gertrude. The name that rung in Lily’s ears while both Petunia and herself were led off by their parents to another train and Jewels had been led by their terrible Great Aunt’s Chauffeur with hold of Crookshanks. The girl wished to keep up her theater studies. And had written to plead her case to stay in England while the others took the planned trip through Italy Mr and Mrs Evans wished to surprise their girls with around a work stop for their mother. And the cat, who had returned from Hogwarts with both girls, couldn’t go along so he would stay with Jewels.

Jewels would stay in the home where her sisters knew she would be no more than a servant when the old crone was home, if she ever chose to be, and when not in service were to be locked up in the attic. All the crone for Jewels had been delegated to an address close by to enable rehearsals. But all Lily could do was hold back her tears, locked fully on the decision Jewels still hadn’t forgiven her, and possibly wouldn’t for a long time if the summer with that crone wouldn’t change anything.

Petunia easily had caught on that something was amiss, and murmured to her younger sister when Jewels was out of sight, “Something happened at school. There is no way she enjoys performing enough to warrant a stay with Great Aunt Gertrude.”

A sickle to her name, Jewels, with her bag in hand, off the Knight Bus she stepped to enter the Leaky Cauldron. Alone and early for her rehearsal she had come here, so early an hour to daybreak she found the door locked. The rattle of the handle though seemed to warn someone of a guest and she let out a soft gasp as the hunchback Tom opened the door for her. Flinching out a grin she said, “Rather early, aren’t I?”

In amusement he chuckled and stepped aside gesturing an arm to welcome her in, “Not truly. Here for a room?”

“Could you let me through to Diagon Alley, please?” she asked when the door was shut behind them.

“Oh yes, meeting some friends, are we?”

“I read Gringotts opens at three, I have to meet friends later, didn’t know how early to come. How long it takes to open an account.”

Tom chuckled, “Good, yes, the Goblins can be quite thorough in their regards to property.” Across the brick wall his newly drawn wand he tapped the pattern to let her through into the silent Wizarding shopping center.

To her left were three distant bodies of shop keeps readying their front displays. The right with just a single one soon joined by another from out of their shop to load a freshly assembled set of rotating shelves. “To the left,” Tom’s voice turned her head to see him in the share of the proper directions she nodded to and hurried to follow the path that brought her to the front of the wonky white building somehow meant to be the safest place in the Wizarding World, aside from Hogwarts.

Up the steps out front she looked, only to turn her head at the woman with a food cart rolling on her left to another winding sea of shops. “Excuse me,” Jewels said. Halting the woman, who turned to look back at her, then followed the aim of the girl’s hand, “We just walk in? Don’t knock?”

“Oh,” the woman chuckled mid nod, gesturing as she spoke in a thick accent, “Just push.”

“Thank you,” she said to the woman’s back when they had moved on to keep going about her way, just leaving the girl to peer up at the same white steps she soon found herself trotting up to put her right outside the heavy door. Like a knife through butter the door gave way to bring into view the petite young woman a few passing Goblins looked to on the way to more filing of the papers in their hands on accounts they were doing their monthly audit of.

“Do you have a relative inspecting their vaults, child?” A Goblin asked her, having leaned over his spot on the end of the long counter he was handling his own account from with full view of her turn to inspect the hall.

Up at them she looked to answer, “How do I open an account?”

“Ah,” he spoke and gestured a hand towards the Goblin arranging his stamps on the flat section of counter head on at the end of the hall, “See Gripkey in the center there.”

“Thank you,” she spoke with a grin and he nodded, returning back to his work in her steps forward. Each one making it easier for her right hand to release the end of the skirt of her floral sundress she had on over tights. Each step sounding off taps of her tall laced up boots in a shade matching her grey cardigan bunched up slightly under the strap of her bag her other hand kept firm against her thigh.

Notice of the approaching body had Gripkey’s hand move to pull a lever urging a golden folding set of steps out of the front of the counter she looked at in each step up until she could see over the barrier to him. Flinching out a grin she felt his eyes sweep over her color changing pair, unique to a single bloodline that instantly handed her his full attention. Mustering up her courage she stated as calm as possible, “I would like to open an account, please.”

“Might I inquire as to what you wish to be depositing into our possession today, as to best fit you to a vault size.”

“I have a Sickle, and some fifteen pounds in Muggle money, I was told you can convert that,” a statement he nodded at and she continued speaking, “And some documents, mainly the documents, my adopted parents are Muggles, I need someplace safe for the documents.”

“Of course, we have some suitable shoebox sized vaults that for your funds and, namely the documents will be most suitable to your needs, and in time you may expand to a larger size as you age.” Down a step on his side he moved to bring out a form he laid atop the countertop once he stepped up again. Asking first to the fold of a quill in his fingertips he dipped into the ink well, “Name?”

“Jewelia Rose Evans.” Birthday came next and then he asked, “Might you know the hospital within which you were born?”

“Oh,” she said and looked down at her bag she lifted higher, “I didn’t look at that line yet.” Birth certificate in hand he looked at as best over the counter he could, “Says homebirth.”

Extending his free hand he asked, “Might I see that?” and she nodded. Upon handing the certificate over he was noticed subtly grinning at the greater speed information could be taken down with it for this first form. One line however had him freeze and look up at her. Speaking, not just the name in the document, but the one they had been made aware of with her birth to note Morfin’s next of kin to inherit, “Jewelia Olive Vivi Rose Gaunt.”

Just barely she was able to let out a crack of her voice at a loss for what to say, feeling more eyes shift off papers from nearby stations to her that caused her hair to shift at its roots to lime green. “For just near a decade we have been at a loss to find the heir of the eldest Gaunt he noted upon your birth. This will require more precise paperwork, please come with me.” Down his staircase he moved urging her to do the same on hers to reach the ground to pass around the end of the counter to meet Gripkey where he stood there to lead her with papers in hand to a private office.

Once inside he stood at a small counter opposite a single seat, an odd layout of an office with walls lined by built in shelves packed with documents like mail sorting slots. A locked chest was wiggled free of one bookshelf disguised cubby out of the top corner of one wall he brought to hover lower to his reach. Using a nail he swiped the special pattern to open the chest to free a twine bound selection of scrolls.

“Now, whether you are aware or not, a male cousin of yours has been depositing funds for quite some time, by the name of Riddle, even before Morfin was reported as dead, during his incarceration. Now, while he is a relation and is able to deposit funds due to his blood relation to Merope Gaunt, without strict permission from the heir to Morfin Gaunt he can never withdraw any amount, not even a single Sickle.” A special key was given to her alongside a smaller key to the document vault they agreed to give her.

Normally only one vault would be kept by a person, but seeing as the larger vault was clearly holding funds fed by a war to ensure the documents itemized in their files were safe from the despicable one trying to take her rightful inherited family vault in case of an unheard of burglary they agreed. If anything to keep the faith of the heir to one of the oldest Wizarding lines in Europe until she felt ready to claim the larger vault for her own. One in the deepest levels of the bank and guarded by a giant dragon for spare defense. That cousin until now had a hair chance to get into that vault, his main argument being how much funds had been deposited to clear the debt of interest gained while Morfin was sent back to prison the second time. But she was alive, and now that she had proven claim of the larger vault that cousin had no argument of ownership at all, not on a single sickle his followers gave to fill the coffers.

“Can I ask?” her voice crackled off and he nodded, halting his path out of the office to hear her question to his fullest attentions. “Your records, do they list my mother’s name?”

“No, that is not how our records work. Upon birth only children’s names are added to next of kin unless explicitly requested by the account holder.” She nodded trying to hold back the sink in her chest, and he said, “I shall show you to your new vault for your documents and funds.”

Still early after another bus ride outside the theater Jewels chose to wait. She was nervous. Sirius could clearly see that approaching Jewels seated on a stone half wall outside the theater. Still she forced a grin as he and his brother neared her. “Left early, got a vault at Gringotts, mostly for my papers.”

“That’s good,” Regulus said with a grin of his own.

“And?” Sirius asked at Alastor having moved closer to pull a small beetle off her hand that lay on the wall he moved to the bush it fell off of behind her.

“They, apparently have been waiting for me to show up. Signed over the family vault.”

She didn’t seem happy about it but Sirius leaned forward to say softly to her, “That means you hold the purse strings. No safer ally than a Goblin when it comes to gold. Rather die holding onto that money than give away your name to any who would argue your inheritance as theirs.”

Alastor nodded, “Heard of a few cases, Wizards got banned and funds confiscated for court costs at the ruckus they caused grappling over a measly 53 galleons between five brothers. Except by will child of the eldest gets the vault. Only they can deal out the contents.”

Lowly to Sirius on their way inside the theater she stated, “Muggle wars are won mostly by money. There have been deposits.”

“Same as our wars. Eventually deep pockets will empty seeing no pay out for funds issued.” He answered plainly in a means to calm her, a statement that seemed to finally do the trick and ease her worries at least a little bit. What he didn’t say was just how deep those blood fanatic pockets could reach and how many there might be to extend this blustery war on the horizon drawing ever nearer to the day even they would one day have to fight. For now thoughts shifted to how much brighter she would smile in being given her first tasks to lead up to talk of future roles in a play auditions would be held for in a week.

By the end of the week however Alastor’s mother between Jewels’ daily tasks had caught notice of far too many growls from the girl’s stomach and was able to dig out the truth her Great Aunt had left town. That alone had her and her son escort Jewels to the house, leaving word with the staff she was staying with a friend when her Great Aunt was called away, who upon the first call to check in from her parents would be named by mistake as Alice Moody. A girl, not boy their little girl would now be staying with for the summer break.

A spare guest room was set up and the young girl got a full look at walls and scrapbooks just dripping with photographs and clippings of the career of this performance rooted family. More than she could have asked for. Kindness was abundant. And by the day a deepening friendship grew with the young boy, who so oddly chose out of a former role of his traveling father’s of a cursed relic and poison righting Auror of a special degree facing off against the worst of the worst. A field he wanted to face in person and not in pretend. One his family supported whole heartedly as that was where his passion lay.

Named on the poster for the play Sirius sat across from Jewels and Bernadette. The three in wait to run their lines for the play a relative of his had donated a sizable sum upon hearing his place on the audition list. That donation landed him a few lines and stage time while the girls had more than he did for the youth aimed show intended to test their fresh additions to the acting pool and give older actors time off they had been wishing for.

Softly Jewels sighed lowering her script to her lap, “My sister is a natural at this, people just look at her and love her. Always have.”

Sirius scoffed gaining a fiery glare, “Lily is fair I will give you that, but a match to a lighthouse beacon pales in comparison. Even identical to her everyone looks to her out of pity to not ignore her next to such a brilliant focal point.”

“That-,” Jewels was cut off as Sirius lifted a hand making Bernadette smirk looking between them.

Sirius stated confidently, “Before you go defending your sister to me just let that marinate,” fingers one by one were lowered to count down from five, every one softening the glare.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“And you blow her out of the air on flying skills.” He added cockily.

“Now you’ve done it,” she said and tossed the towel formerly wrapped around an ice bucket for their drinks earlier at his head stirring up bubbling laughter from him in pulling the cloth from his face. A one side mock battle that had the redhead more than amused at what she sensed between them.

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PT 10

#Marauders Era #Leaky Cauldron #Tom the Hunchback #Gringotts #Gripkey #Gaunt Heir #She hold's the purse strings #Sirius Black #Alastor Moody #Bernadette Claude #Petunia Evans #Lily Evans #Great Aunt Gertrude sucks guys #Sirius Black Pining #Regulus Black #Crookshanks

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radical-ghostface · 8 months

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MC: Can I ask a personal question?

Ominis: I was born blind.

MC: I guess that's what everyone wants to know.

Ominis: That or, "How do you comb your hair?"

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Hi, I have a couple thoughts about your heir of slytherin request. I'm sending through here as I wasn't sure if you wanted it kept quiet.

I would think that specifically for the heir, the basilisk would 'know' they were at school, and would regularly call out to him. You know, 'free me, come find me,' that sort of thing. So Ominis is sorta tortured by fairly constant pleas.

The basilisk is not blind at this point, so some ideas about how it was destiny that Ominis was born blind because the basilisk would be his literal eyes. Maybe as magic grows stronger, or he becomes friends with the basilisk, he finds that the connection will allow him to sometimes see through basilisks eyes - similar to how Harry could see through Voldemort, or more interesting, that the connection works the other way, and Ominis finds he can kill someone if they look into his eyes.

just some thoughts :)

First of all, so sorry this took me so long to reply!!! Also I love your thoughts about this cause YES!!! I LOVE IT!!!

I've been busy, but I have been contemplating about Ominis and the True Heir/Serpent Bearer idea in the meantime. I had written down my initial thoughts and some research I've been looking through below:

"I would think that specifically for the heir, the basilisk would 'know' they were at school, and would regularly call out to him. You know, 'free me, come find me,' that sort of thing. So Ominis is sorta tortured by fairly constant pleas."

It seems we are on the same wavelength cause I was thinking the same thing!! I love the idea of Ominis hearing the Basilisk and it only ramps up more and more as he matures. I also really like the idea of him having dreams about the Basilisk (let me have my weird dream vision quests).

I have read that the Basilisk is in a magic sleep, so I was wondering if the Basilisk would still be able to communicate?? Anyways, lets get into the Chamber of Secrets itself.

"There was clear evidence that the Chamber had been opened more than once between its creation and the twentieth century."

"...the Gaunt family could not resist boasting of their knowledge. It can be presumed that they opened the Chamber and awakened the creature in different occasions, yet none of them dared unleash the monster, until Riddle."

It's also interesting that the Chamber of Secrets (at least according to this sources linked above) has been opened several times -> most likely by the Gaunts. And Corvinus Gaunt was instrumental in ensuring the Chamber of Secrets remained... ya know secret; by concealing the entrance to the CoS behind plumbing fixtures.

It seems the Gaunts have had several opportunities to open the CoS, unleash the Serpent of Slytherin aka the Basilisk, and wipe out the Muggleborns, yet they never did.

Which begs the question.... WHY??

And now this is where the theories shall take off!

What is a 'True Heir'? What does that mean?

Well it could mean several things:

The "true heir" could be someone with an extraordinary connection to Salazar Slytherin's magical bloodline, possessing unique powers and abilities inherited directly from him. This connection might manifest as an innate understanding of Parseltongue, the ability to communicate with serpents, and an affinity for powerful serpentine magic.

Could mean that a True Heir is destined to help Preserve Bloodlines/Legacies - or even unite Bloodlines - as well as being the official 'face' of the Gaunts and navigating the Political World of Wizards.

Now, what does it mean to be the Serpent Bearer?

I saw an interesting theory about the moles on Ominis' face creating the constellation "serpens caput". Thank you @rypnami for posting this!! It's been so interesting to deep dive into this idea!

The different meanings behind the "Serpent Head" is quite interesting:

Literary: The serpent is often associated with various symbolic meanings in different cultures, such as wisdom, transformation, danger, or deceit. The head of a serpent can represent leadership, control, or the beginning of a certain phenomenon.

Mythology and Religion: In many mythologies and religions, the head of a serpent might have a specific significance within those stories, representing power, knowledge, or temptation.

Astrology: In Western astrology, the "serpent's head" or "North Node" is associated with a point in a birth chart that represents one's karmic purpose, future direction, and personal growth.

Alchemic: In alchemy, the serpent is a common symbol associated with transformation, and its head could be seen as a representation of the initial stages of a transformative process.

This is to assume that Ominis is indeed a Serpent Bearer. To add on to this Ominis will more than likely be a Guardian of Secrets. All of the Gaunt's family secrets being passed down to Ominis (as shown with the Undercroft). But the most important thing Ominis is able to do is having a deeper or magical connection to serpents. Specifically, the Serpent of Slytherin.

Now, why would this be important?

As shown in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, the Serpent of Slytherin doesn't respond to just ANYONE speaking Parseltongue; as Harry tried to speak to the Basilisk, but she wouldn't listen to Harry's commands.

"She was blindly and unshakably devoted to the Heir of Slytherin...,"

"Though capable of independent thought, the Basilisk followed every command the Heir gave her. In fact, she only listened to the Heir of Slytherin, Tom Riddle (Voldemort) regardless of Harry being able to understand and speak Parseltongue to her in the Chamber of Secrets."

That's because the Basilisk will only respond and obey the words of a True Heir.

And this is why Ominis is so important to the Gaunts.

Why else would the Gaunts bother with Ominis?

Ominis doesn't follow their ideals, rebels against 'family tradition', and is inherently not a standard of 'Pure Blood Supremacy' (sorry but disabilities during those times were not exactly smiled upon. Most people with disabilities were seen as burdens to families and lots of other negative stigma associated around them).

You could make the argument that Ominis being a Gaunt would be enough for his family to keep him around -> the importance of his name outweighing everything else.

I'm more inclined to believe the argument that the Gaunts NEED Ominis. Ominis is important to them - NECESSARY to them - because Ominis is the True Heir of Slytherin and is the ONLY ONE able to control the Basilisk. They have a use/need for Ominis.

This must mean that 'True Heirs' don't come around very often (and how they come to be could be any number of reasons but let's just assume MaGiC). It would explain why the Basilisk was never unleashed all the other times the CoS was opened -> as they had no way to command the Serpent.

So why would anyone wanna unleash a deadly Basilisk that only one person could control onto a school of children besides being mustache twirling bad guys?

Lets picture this:

You are the Gaunts. You are on the cusp of running out of money, therefore about to run out of power. This has never happened before. You have ALWAYS been on top. ALWAYS been in power. Your name carries weight.

What would be a way to regain this loss of power and control? How could you convince the other Pureblood Families that you are still #1?

You demonstrate the power of a True Heir, and unleash the Basilisk onto Hogwarts (killing a whole generation of Muggleborns) and essentially controlling the school.

I'd say that's a pretty good way to gain control once again and more importantly power and respect. Not only would the Basilisk become like an attack dog for the Gaunts, but the Gaunts have shown they are willing to do ANYTHING to maintain their power. Because after all,

Power is Power

So, wrapping up, what might be some challenges Ominis may face?

Well, Ominis may be more inclined to use the Dark Arts/Dark Magic. He probably has to resist the temptation harder than most. It's in his blood, and I dare say his nature, to use Dark Magic.

Ominis also has the weight of 'living up to the family name'. He has the responsibility to either become just like a 'Gaunt'. Or, to show that even though he comes from a long history of Dark Magic, he is his own person -> capable of good.

Ominis more than likely does not like that he is a True Heir and he probably prays he isn't actually one (until he starts hearing the Basilisk's call for him). Now he's torn between who wants to be and what destiny is telling him to be. He has to deal with internal conflict of him feeling like no matter what he does, he will always be like his family - he will always use dark magic. In the end, he'll have to decide who he wants to be. A True Heir, or Ominis.

ALRIGHT to summarize this long post in a single sentence:

Ominis is more than likely the True Heir, and is the only one able to control the Serpent of Slytherin.

I would love to hear y'all's thoughts on this! The more I think about it, the more it makes sense (or I'm delusional and I'm connecting random dots that aren't there).

I've been writing an initial outline of how Ominis might come to terms with him being the True Heir and how he deals with it. Hopefully, I can post something about that soon!

I love discussions and no thought is a wrong thought!

Thanks for reading!! <3

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