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annbourbon · 4 days

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Harry was not sure when she started looking different in his eyes. Maybe since the very beginning. The way she answered back was unlike anyone he ever met after all. Maybe it was because of her childish behavior. Or the day they went together on a trip.

Or maybe it was since the angel came and tried to take her away from him. His possessiveness towards her took him by surprise. The bird couldn't be more happy about it of course, but somehow, he managed to shut it up.

Surely the stupid song she suggested was playing tricks on his mind. Because under the led lights, and with the moon behind them, something in the spring air made him realize her eyes were glimmering in a different way.

A strange feeling sank on his stomach while he held her in his arms and led her to the dance floor. Her shampoo reached his nostrils and made him hug her, she looked confused for a moment but returned the hug, all Harry wanted was for that moment to last forever but it was starting to get awkward. She was way more tiny than him but that didn't stopped him. Dancing was also not his best skill but she loved it so they there were, sharing their first dance together.

Once he finished hugging her, his companion looked like she was about to disappear in his arms, like some kind of twisted spell. And the worse thing was that he could not bring himself to say anything but his anxiety kept creeping in. Apparently his usually chatty friend was experiencing something similar because she didn't say a word. He felt his cheeks burning and had to step a bit to breathe leaving her in middle of the dance floor.

"What is this?" He didn't want to ruin something that was already perfect.

"Is it, really?" asked the bird on his phone like it could read his mind. He turned around but couldn't find her anywhere near him. A cold breeze went through the place and she appeared near him with beverages for him and herself.

"You looked like you needed sparkling water..." Said her, but the moonlight made her look lovely and there was no way she could do anything at the moment with her hands busy holding the drinks, so he looked at her for a good minute before he cursed under his breath and reached for her lips.

She shivered under him, but returned the kiss. And the night couldn't be more perfect now.

"No~" Said she, lightly pushing him away. He could see her heart breaking into tiny pieces. That damn angel was holding her captive in a mental prison. Unless he found it she would never be able to free her from it. She had been distant. Cold even. And Harry hated it. He wanted her back.

Harry woke up sweating and cursing the full moon again, because when he tried to reach for her, she was not there.

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N/A: Just something I created because my laptop is not working rn (updates and stuff) and I've been crying a lot after the angel appeared... seems like Harry truly doesn't like me.... even more, he hates me, according to the angel... I never really realized that one of my biggest fears is being hated by someone I like... no, I love, so much. I think I also owe a huge apology to whoever I have ever hurt with my words. If the pain you suffered it's similar to mine... I'm truly sorry. I'm in so much pain I cannot think properly so this has not been properly edited but I still hope you guys like it.

#danteann #harry x mc #the ssum #harry choi #fanfic #Youtube

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frithdom · 1 year

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I dub these screenshots as "Harry x Mc's greatest hits!" I love teasing this grumpy man.

#the ssum #harry choi #harry x mc #cheritz #the way they tease eachother #it's too funny #playing MC as overcomplimetary just to see him grumble about it 😂

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zealousfanprunewolf · 1 year

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Harry is just being Harry 😩

He likes talking to you, he doesn't like when you abruptly leaves the chat, he gets jealous when you focus on/mention someone else, remembers many things about you (especially the sunset part ahhhh!!!) even tho he has idgaf attitude towards everybody else and...still wonders why 😔

I still remember our call where i told him that "that's how friendship grows. Talking nonsense" and he said :

Just admit it bro!

#My Guy! Teo who takes 15min for breathing was faster than u in confessing his feelings!!!#harry choi #Harry #Horse mask guy #Harry X MC #The ssum #The Ssum #he is honest but just not with MC

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aiden-bevelle · 1 year

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Y/N: I'd die for you, Sebastian.

Sebastian: I'd kill for you, Y/N.

Ominis: Both of you need to calm the fuck down.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #incorrect harry potter quotes #incorrect hogwarts legacy quotes #this fits perfectly #had to insert these characters #sebastian sallow x mc

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d14n3k14 · 2 months

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It’s the other story when Ominis hears about it🫴

#harry potter oc #harrypotteroc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy original character #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts oc #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow

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atypicalamortentia · 6 months

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My Girl || Draco Malfoy

Synopsis - You and Draco have a secret love affair, which all becomes public when he sees you upset in the corridors of Hogwarts.

Warnings - SFW.

Word Count - 0.5k.

[Caffeinate Me]

Draco Malfoy had fallen for you, absolutely and totally head over heels. It didn’t matter what house you were in and it didn’t seem to matter that you were Harry Potter’s sister. None of it mattered. What mattered is that you felt the same way and so, your secret love affair with Draco began.

You were currently walking down the halls of Hogwarts, books close to your chest and tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. You weren’t looking ahead as you walked, instead you were staring at the floor barely manoeuvring through the sea of students. When Draco saw you, his eyes lit up, but he was with his friends. Despite this, he knew he needed to interact with you in some way. “Potter,” he sneered. You ignored him, not up for playing games right now. You shoved past him which left him almost speechless. “Hey, Potter. I’m talking to you,” he called out to you, but you continued walking. Draco saw you wipe your eyes and immediately his heart clenched: you were upset. All thoughts of his image went out of the window as he raced up to you, grabbing your arm and turning you around to face him. “Y/N… What’s wrong?” Draco’s voice held a large amount of care and concern as he spoke to you now. You looked up at him, tears brimming in your lower lash line and just shook your head. “Talk to me.”

“He… He tried to kiss me!” You said quickly, finally allowing the tears to fall from your eyes.

“Who?” Draco asked, his eyes narrowing with fury. “Who tried to kiss you?”

“McLaggen,” you hiccuped. “He cornered me against the wall and tried to kiss me.”

“I’ll kill him,” Draco growled, eyes darting around the room to see if he could see the man in question.

“Draco don’t,” you said quickly.

“Nobody touches my girl and gets away with it,” he snapped, his hands flying to your face to cup your cheeks. “I’ll make him regret ever looking at you.”

You started into his eyes, seeing the pure anger in them. He was serious, deadly serious. “Don’t get yourself into any trouble,” you whispered.

“You’re worth getting into trouble for,” Draco smiled softly, his thumb stroking your cheek gently and wiping the tears that fell from your eyes.

“You mean that?” You asked hopefully.

“Of course I mean that.”

You leaned into Draco’s touch not realising that you had amassed a large number of students watching the tender moment between the two of you, including Draco’s friends. They were confused to say the least. Draco leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your lips, smiling as he did. He didn’t seem to care that others were watching, he just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You kissed him back eagerly, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on yours. When he pulled away he chuckled slightly. “What are you laughing at?” You asked quizzically.

“You taste salty,” was all he replied. His hands were still cupping your cheeks. “Seriously though,” Draco said, his tone turning sincere once more. “Nobody, and I mean nobody, touches you and gets away with it.”

“I love you Draco Malfoy,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his.

“I love you too, Y/N Potter.”

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valkyrielevitt · 8 months

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Hogwarts Fashion During Hogwarts Legacy

A cheat-sheet for making your writing/art historically accurate, and some inspiration for your MC - women's addition.

Victorian fashion was complicated, both in terms of the construction and the rules that dictated when certain garments could be worn. Age played an important role in what a person was permitted to wear, so lets break it down that way:

Younger Students (Roughly years 1-4)

Generally speaking, girls dressed in similar styles to their mothers, but with altered hemline lengths. Up until roughly 13-14 years old (exact ages were decided by the girl's family) her hemline would fall around the knee. At 14 it would be lowered to the middle of the shins.

At this age girls would wear dresses, and so you could suggest that Hogwarts uniforms for girls at this age would not consist of the shirt and skirt combo that MC and various NPCs wear.

Most schools in the 1890s did not have set uniforms, but instead girls were expected to wear an apron to protect their clothes from ink and chalk dust.

At this age it was still considered socially acceptable for girls to wear their hair down, or in more simple hairstyles like braids. Popular hair accessories included ribbons and straw hats.

Time for some examples:

This is an example of a day dress (casual clothes) from 1893. Smocking (the embroidery technique used at the collar, waist and cuffs) was popular in young girls clothes.

Another example of children in day dress. The girl on the far left is probably about 13-14, the older girl on the right is closer to 15.

An example of the aprons worn by younger students.

Details of the dresses worn underneath (technically from 1897 but the styles are fairly similar)

Details of the aprons worn

Older Students (Roughly years 5-7)

Around the time that the MC joins at Hogwarts, she would, depending on her personal preferences, have kept her skirt at her mid shin or dropped the hem to her ankles. Around the age of 17, girls would be expected to fully let down their hems to the floor, signifying their shift to adulthood.

At this point dresses would become less popular during the day, and were replaced by blouses (complete with very large sleeves) and a skirt. Men's tailoring and sports clothes shaped women's fashion at the time, and greatly influenced what girls wore at this age.

Girls would also typically stop wearing their hair down during the day, resorting to simple up-dos instead.

The time at which each girl made these changes depended on her and her family. While some girls had no choice but to listen to their parents, often they were able to bargain for an extra few months if they so wished.

An example of two girls around the age of 15 in very typical day outfits.

A selection of school girls - those sitting are no older than 14, those standing are no older than 16.

At the age of 15-16 girls would begin to attend more family functions and required new styles of clothes. These paintings show the same tea gown. These were made to be worn at home, never in public, when the family was hosted guests or a less formal dinner. They could be worn at all times of the day.

Day clothes for students who dressed as adults (17+):

A British Upper VI class (age 17-18) and some teachers in 1894. All girls now wear dresses with their hems on the ground, and hair tied up.

Middle class girls fashion in the 1890s

A Woman's sweater from 1895

Walking outfit from 1894 - essentially a more substantial outfit for spending time outdoors.

A more expensive version of a day outfit.

Tea gowns:

Generally identified by their loose fit, high neckline, and a train that falls from the shoulders. Additionally they may also be made with a large coat over the top. The shape was inspired by medieval fashion and so they're a good source of inspiration for the wizarding world imo.

Evening gowns:

Worn for the most formal evening events, and generally expose more skin than day clothes. Staple accessories included fans, opera gloves, and (if you're that way inclined) tiaras were coming into popularity at this time.

Rule of thumb for all fashion at this time, the sleeves get largest in the middle of the decade, and shrink back down again towards the end.

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kaorusan241 · 1 year

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Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader | Audio Scenarios

og screenshot: @rimaeternax All the slang is accurate for the time period (if a little rude, hah)

#having way too much fun with this generator #and yes I did throw in more British slang than necessary #I'm weak #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #harry potter universe #headcanon #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #kaorusan241 writes

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meizze-art · 21 days

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KINDRED BONDS (Part 1)

🔎My🐦X: @Meizze_art🎨

Sebastian and Ominis meeting for the first time.

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #ominis #gaunt #sebinis #harry potter #gauntlow #ominis x sebastian #sebastian x ominis #hogwarts legacy mc #slytherin #hogwarts legacy art #hogwarts legacy fanart #hphl #ominis gaunt fanart #sebastian sallow fanart

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shroombloomm · 2 months

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Prologue

tw: mentions of ed, anxiety, depression, & irregular eating.

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Lights.

Cameras.

All the attention on me.

I craved it from an early age. Cheryl, my mom, always told me I was an attention seeker. She never meant it negatively, it just meant that I could control a room, or have heads turn when I walked into one. In this case, I truly did make heads turn.

I wore a dress that cost more than our rent. The moment I stepped onto the runway, I heard the people start to clap for me. I was taught not to smile even if I wanted to. It was about the clothes, not about me, but I couldn’t lie–I knew my fans when I saw them.

Step by step, the cheering got louder. The louder the crowd, the more I felt alive. I’d somehow got addicted to this feeling, I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t live for others' validations. I worked hard to get where I was, at some point I believed that if the noise ever stopped…I’d die.

A piece of me chips away each time I leave the stage.

Throughout the years, I never realized how many pieces seemed to break away until I just got…tired.

Suddenly, I didn’t want to model anymore.

Modeling was easy until it wasn’t anymore. Nobody told me about the strict diets, waking up incredibly early to work out with a personal trainer, and the amount of time I had to put into myself every single day. If I wasn’t neat, I wasn’t clean. If I wasn’t lean, I wasn’t perfect. People would think that I had it easy, but it was far from.

When I was five, I wasn’t a small kid. I was chubby and more than okay with that. It was until I started performing that the girls around me started to have an influence on me. I realized that my body wasn’t like others, that my stomach poked out rather than not.

Nobody should’ve ever felt that way about their body at that age. Cheryl used to tell me that I wouldn’t eat after school when I came home. Of course, I didn’t remember, but I took her word for it. As any active kid, I lost weight as I grew up, and I was suddenly more appealing to others. The people who wouldn’t speak to me in school started speaking to me, and boys began looking at me.

Things started to look different when I turned eight. Parents awed over how cute I was and boys would pass me notes in class. I think my mom started to realize how much potential I had when I started getting invited to events, or to be a part of things at school. As any mother would, she thought I was beautiful no matter what; but when the money started coming in from pageants she realized that I had some things that people didn’t.

Seventeen years old, I’d been doing this since I was a kid. Cheryl enjoyed showing off her pretty little girl and I loved smiling and waving to the crowd. I took any role I could get, whether it be a main role in a play, or a centerpiece in the cheerleading squad. I learned how to sing opera, and learned how to dance ballet.

None of that ever prepared me for being a part of the industry.

I was sitting at an afterparty crowded with people that I shared the stage with, yet didn’t even personally know. These parties always seemed fun in hindsight, but I’d never felt so insecure before. I was surrounded by the famously known people, they had worked hard, or not at all, for what they had.

When I was younger, I believed that I would be in the middle of these crowds, talking to everyone. Having everyone gawk over me, compliment me. A stupid, stupid daydream of being the it girl. Yet, I sat in the corner booth away from everyone. Each glance towards me felt like a wound to my chest. I couldn’t think about how the room was starting to close in on me either, I had to take deep breaths through my dry martini.

Cheryl left my side, I didn’t notice how long she’d been gone for. All I knew was that I was desperate for anyone to come sit next to me so I didn’t look like a complete and utter loser. I fixed a piece of my sparkly black dress, brushing the thick curls from my face as my eyes wandered around the room.

I seemed to lock eyes with someone for mere moments, and when I tore my gaze away he stalked his way towards me. I was a bubbly person, but years of being picked apart by magazines started to dull me down. Each person I spoke with, I believed that they were judging me in their heads. Many times I had to excuse myself from a conversation to cry in the bathroom due to stress and anxiety. I was so young.

So when the man sat at my booth, I had to force a smile and seem confident. He looked rich and that was intimidating in itself. Sure, me and Cheryl made more money, but we still rented. We didn’t have much of anything, but we enjoyed pretending that we were rich for the night.

This man had black hair slicked back, a shiny, large watch on his wrist and a crisp blue suit that complimented the tan color of his skin. I tried not to stare into his deep blue eyes as I sat my martini down, turning myself towards him to greet him.

“What is a pretty girl doing here all by herself?” He spoke before I could, hiding his smirk behind the crystal glass of brown liquid.

“Me?” I pointed towards myself, then dropped my hand into my lap, “Oh, I mean…I mean, I’m waiting on someone.”

The way his eyes scraped over me made my skin crawl, not in a good way either. I shifted my weight once more, suddenly wishing I had a shawl of some sorts to cover myself.

“I saw you earlier. On the runway,” He didn’t acknowledge the way he made me visibly uncomfortable, “You’re talented. I’m shocked that you’re not on a bigger scale like everyone else here.”

“Oh, thank you…” I drew out, hiding the hiding on my face with my martini glass, “I just enjoy being able to be at events like this. It’s such an honor to be in a room full of talented people.”

His fingers scratched his jawline as he chuckled quietly, then took a heavy sip of his drink. He sighed happily, setting his drink down on the table.

“I’m Harris,” He introduced himself, “Harris Moon.”

“Margot Miller,” I forced another bright smile.

Once again I was searching the room for Cheryl. The night wasn’t seeming to end, the last time I’d looked at the clock it was almost midnight and my ankles were killing me from these heels. I was exhausted, ready for my mom to come back and whisk me away back home where I could wash the mask off of me and go to sleep.

“Are you signed onto a label, Margot?” Harris drew his finger around the rim of his glass, “Surely someone’s had to take a pretty girl like you.”

I swallowed thickly, searching the room once more, then setting my eyes on him.

“My mom, Cheryl, she’s–,” I tried not to sigh as I said it, so I fixed my shoulders and stretched a smile so wide that it hurt the corners of my lips, “She’s my manager. Unofficially, of course. We’ve been solo for a while, we are just really happy to be where we are.”

Harris nodded, meeting my gaze, “You’ve got talent, Margot Miller,” He pointed at me, leaning closer, “Someone ought to pick you up. That’s why I want to talk to you about signing you to my label.”

I gave him a look, but I couldn’t decipher if it was a look of shock or sadness. I was seventeen years old, already exhausted from living the path that I chose. The reason we hadn’t signed onto a label was because I’d always chased them off before Cheryl could come running to talk to them. I was fearful that he’d overstayed his welcome until she came back to the table.

“I’ll have my manager contact you,” I stood from the table, smoothing my dress down, “I think it’d be worth looking over.”

I offered him a smile as he slid his card. However, I wasn’t fast enough to yank it away and leave the table. Across the room, Cheryl came into view, and she set her eyes on Harris who was sitting next to me. A piece of me chipped away. My throat felt dry.

“Is that your manager?” Harris asked slyly with a smirk.

I couldn’t make myself answer, even if I wanted to. Cheryl approached the table in her pretty white pantsuit, pearls hanging around her neck, and curls tightly tucked with her matching pearl clip in her dirty blonde hair. Her lips stretched into a smile, darting her eyes between the two of us.

“If I knew we were to have company, I would’ve ordered more drinks for the table. I’m so sorry.” She placed her hand on her chest.

Harris rose to his feet, taking my mom’s free hand to shake. The scene before me made my hands shake, the exhaustion made it seem like a bad fever dream.

“No need to apologize, Cheryl. My name is Harris Moon. I watched Margot walk tonight, may I say that you’ve trained your daughter well?” He squeezed her hand, then let it fall to his side.

“Harris Moon? With Moon Modeling?”

I knew that look from anywhere. A sparkle in her eye. She was hungry, ironically enough they shared the same look. Doubtful that the hunger was for me, but for what I could make him in dollars. The two of them sat down to speak business and I felt my weight buckle under me and my bottom hit the seat with them. I reached for another martini on the table.

By the end of the night, Cheryl and Harris came to an agreement while I sat pretty between the two of them.

The drive home was quiet and my head was spinning. I pulled my knees to my chest as I watched the city lights pass by. Cheryl seemed happy, yet never asked me how I felt about it. I almost felt guilty telling her that I couldn’t do this anymore. There were many times where I’d hinted at stopping, but then she would hint that we wouldn’t be able to pay rent if it wasn’t for me.

I sucked in a deep breath and asked, “How long is the contract?”

There was a beat of silence, then I turned my head to Cheryl as she glanced towards me out of the corner of her eyes.

“Four years.”

I was locked in. Trapped, I felt anxiety rush through me. When the tears started to pool around my eyes, I turned my head once more to look out at the city lights. I blew out a slow breath, closing my eyes as the coolness from the window calmed my hot head.

“What’s wrong, honey? Aren’t you happy?”

My shoulders shook as I let out a silent cry, then sniffled. I wiped my eyes, turning towards her and forced the same smile that I’d been for a couple years.

“I’m so happy.”

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vvatari-art · 11 months

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#post canon #harry potter #hp #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #hp hogwarts legacy #hp oc #hufflepuff #hufflepuff oc #hufflerin #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc

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darknights04 · 1 year

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Sensing You

Pairings: Ominis Gaunt x reader

Summary: You and Ominis have been friends for as long as you've been at Hogwarts. He's felt more for you for almost just as long. He's never thought about telling you, but that was until the new fifth year put you in great danger.

Warnings: Spoils for Hogwarts Legacy (obviously), pain, cruciatus curse, unedited, not proof read. Reader is not mc

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When it came to you, Ominis was no stranger to the idea of the long game. You, Ominis, Sebastian, and Anne had been friends for as long as you could all remember. Ominis has had a crush on you for almost just as long. It was worst this year. With Anne staying home all your attention was turned to the two boys. Usually you would turn to Anne some days and have girl time between the two of you. Now, Ominis had nothing but time to grow more and more infatuated with you.

Ever since the new fifth year beat him in a duel, Sebastian had been mostly with them, giving you and Ominis even more time alone together. It was driving him crazy. Every time you laughed in the way that he loved, rested your chin on his shoulder to look at what we was doing, leaned your arm against his to whisper something during class. He had to hold himself back so he didn’t just grab you and slam his lips onto yours. One of the only parts of you he has yet to be able to identify. As children you would play games, Ominis feeling all of his friends’ faces and guess who was who, so he knew the general idea of what your face looked like. But your lips was a mystery to him. A mystery he badly wanted solved.

Today, you were sitting with Ominis in a corridor near the slytherin common room. You had spent most of the day trying to cheer him up after Sebastian repeatedly would bother him about Salazar Slytherin’s Sciptorium. You knew that he wanted nothing to do with dark magic after the hold it has had no his family for generations. Sure, Ominis had been exaggerating his hurt feelings just a bit, but if all it took was a little pouting to get you this close to him, then you best believe he was about to win an oscar for this performance.

“He just doesn’t understand how dangerous it is!” he complained with a dramitic sigh, smiling internally due to the hand you had running soothing circles across his back.

“He’s just trying to do anything he can to help Anne,” you replied, wanting to defend him.

“I know. I don’t like seeing Anne suffer either, same as you. But I know where this path leads, and it’s never a good place.”

Ominis’s internal smile fell as he heard you greet the new student Sebastian had befriended.

“What are you doing here?” He asked them with a small scoff.

That scoff, of course, resulting in a small smack on the shoulder from you, muttering a small “Manners,” in his ear. Ominis rolled his eyes, but the smile he had inside, reserve just for you, came back once more.

“Do you have a moment?” the new student spoke up.

Ominis didn’t want to, but he heard them out. After lying about Sebastian showing them the undercroft, Ominis has been wary about this student. Even so, he was feeling at ease due to your presence, and in turn agreed to show them where Salazar’s Scriptorum was located.

“I hope we don’t regret this,” he said with a sigh as he revealed how to access the door.

“We’ve just been sitting outside of it?” you asked with a chuckle, noticing you didn’t have to even move to be at the door.

Ominis shrugged, his internal smile showing through just a bit on the outside. “It was the first place I thought of.”

“First place you thought of to go and complain about the scriptorium?”

“Precisely.”

Before any of you knew it, Sebastian and his new friend had opened the door, ushering each other inside.

“I just hope we’re ready for this,” Ominis continued to sigh.

“We’ll be fine,” you tried to reassure.

“We?” Ominis had repeated. “You’re not coming.”

“What? Ominis you can’t possibly expect me to stay behind.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“If you’re going, I’m going,” was all you said, standing your ground.

“Y/n…” he had tried to coax. You didn’t say anything, hands finding their way to your hips. Ominis sighed. He knew you were stubborn, so he also knew there was no talking you out of this. “Fine.”

Your stubborn glare quickly faded into a cheek to cheek grin as you almost skipped next to Ominis, linking your arms together before making your way into the door, following behind Sebastian and the fifth-year who had already found their way inside.

Not that you would ever admit it, but hearing Ominis speak Parsetounge did something to you. Yes, the language often ties a witch or wizard to dark magic, and for Ominis it serves only as a reminder to his family, but that doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate how attractive it was when he spoke it.

“It worked!” the fifth year spoke as the door opened. “Ominis, you possess a rare ability indeed.”

“It’s nothing,” he brushed off, retreating back towards you and linking your arms once more.

“Truly,” you agreed. “It’s fascinating.”

If you weren’t near positive that Ominis would never think about you in a romantic way whatsoever, you would have sword you saw a small tinge of red grace his cheeks at your comment. But it was probably just the lighting.

Once the door was open, the other two were fast to start figuring out the puzzles and the maze in order to get through the scriptorium. You and Ominis had stayed behind. Ominis wanted nothing to do with this, his job was just to open the door. You were curious about the area, yes, but Ominis was more important. You wanted to make sure he was okay. Usually throughout the days he would have plenty of distraction from his family and their legacy. But now? In the heart of Salazar Slytherin’s Scriptorium? All that surrounded him were reminders.

As the doors opened one by one, you all moved further and further until you reached a black door.

“Looks troubling,” was all Sebastian had said.

Ominis scoffed. “This whole place is troubling.”

As the other two went into the strange room, you didn’t budge. As Ominis was stopped from the firm grasp you still had on him, he turned towards you confused.

“I don’t like the looks of this room,” you whispered. “I have a bad feeling about it.”

“So do I,” he responded,his hand finding the top of yours to comfort you. “But for my aunt’s sake, we cannot stop now.”

“You’re right,” you nodded, taking a deep breath. “We’ll be okay.”

As soon as you stepped into the new room, the door closed behind you.

“The gate!” Sebastian called out, “We’re locked in… again.”

“Then Salazar Slytherin is not yet finished with us,” Ominis sneered. At this point, you began to panic. There was no clear way out. You began to lose even more hope when you looked in the corner and noticed-

“A skeleton,” the new student pointed out. “And Noctora’s last journal entry. She mentions being trapped here. Trapped by… and unforgivable curse.”

Your eyes widened. The incantation “crucio” etched into the floor suddenly making sense.

“No,” you said in a slight panic. “No there has to be some other way out of here. Another puzzle? Another brazier to light?”

“What?” Ominis asked, confused. “What are you talking about? What is it?”

“They know what we need to do,” Sebastian said plainly. “One of us needs to cast crucio.”

Sebastian turned to his friend by the door, discussing the curse with them while Ominis began to pace.

“Ominis,” you called to him. “Ominis relax, we will figure something out.”

“No,” he said simply. “No this all could have been avoided. I could have refused, we could have just gone to dinner. I could have protested more to you joining.”

“Ominis none of this is your fault.”

“Yes it is! Don’t you see? I put you in danger.”

“I chose to be here.”

“But you had doubts, and I assured you that it would be alright.”

“And we are alright. We’ll find a way around this.”

Before anything else could be said, they heard the new fifth year shout out “Crucio!” in Sebastian’s direction. The two of you looked towards the pair with wide eyes, about to call out towards Sebastion until… nothing happened.

“Did you do the movement wrong?” Sebastian asked.

“No,” they responded, shaking their head. “No, I think that I just couldn’t mean it. I care for you, Sebastian.”

“You have to try,” he urged.

“I can’t.”

“Cast it on me,” you spoke up suddenly, taking a step towards the pair.

“No!” Ominis had interjected quickly.

“They can’t cast it on Sebastian,” you began to explain.

“You can’t-”

“We don’t have the same connection so they could-”

“Not you!”

“Ominis,” you sighed, quieting your voice as you pulled him aside. “I will be fine.”

“I’ve felt the cruciatus curse before so I-”

“Shouldn’t have to go through it again. Let me do this, please.”

Ominis didn’t say anything more. You took his silence as a sign of agreement, so you approached the door.

“You ready?” Sebastian had asked you.

You nodded. “Ready.”

Ominis braced for the moment that the spell left their wand. He knew what to expect, but he’d never heard the sound of excruciating pain from you. That was something he was not curious to find out.

Ominis listened as the screams left your throat, as you fell to your knees on the ground. He expected this. He expected the screams to last for several seconds. But this was too long. If they had just cast the curse and left it at that, the pain would have subsided by now. This was prolonged for too long.

“Stop!” he yelled over the screams. “That’s enough!”

He waited for what felt like eternity for the screams to stop. For any sign that you were no longer in pain. But when your screams had cut off abruptly, it did not give him the relief he was waiting for.

“Y/n?” he asked into the silence. “Y/n are you okay?” Never had there ever been a moment in his life that Ominis had wished more that he could see what was happening around him. When you didn’t respond, he began to walk towards the door, calling Sebastian’s name instead. “What’s happened? Are they okay?”

When Sebastian didn’t respond either, Ominous really began to panic. “Answer me, Sebastian!”

“They fainted,” the student told him flatly.

“What?” he hissed, rushing to where he last heard your voice, hands failing about to try and find any sign of you. When his hand landed on your shoulder, he let out a small breath of relief, almost as if he expected you to have disappeared entirely. “I’m taking them to the hospital wing,” he then announced, following down your arm to find the bend of your knees, intending to pick you up.

“No!” Sebastian protested. “You can’t.”

“And why not?”

“They’ll know we were using unforgivables,” the fifth-year stated.

“What if we need you to open another door?” Sebastian commented at the same time.

“Glad to see you both care so deeply about their safety,” Ominis scoffed.

“You can’t carry them and use your wand to lead you both,” Sebastian continued, looking for another excuse to keep the boy there. “Let’s find the end of this tunnel and then we’ll take them there together, deal?”

Ominis sighed, head faced towards the floor. He didn’t want to delay getting you the help you needed, but Sebastian was right. He could crash you both into a wall and injure you further. As much as he hated to admit it, your health was in their hands now.

“Just hurry up, will you?” he muttered quietly.

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When you finally awoke from your unconscious state, Ominis was asleep next to you. Looking around you noticed you were no longer in the dungeons, but instead in the hospital wing under watchful eyes. Well, not that Ominis could very well be included in that.

As you turned to look at the boy next to you, you moved as quietly as possible. Lacking his sight, Ominis seemed to have much higher hearing abilities than anyone else you knew, so you knew that any sudden noise would be enough to wake him. Your theory was proved correct as he stirred awake at the small ruffle of the sheet.

You watched as he opened his mouth, but no sound came out as if he changed his mind on speaking up. Instead, you saw his hand slowly reach out towards you, as if to confirm you were there.

“I’m awake,” you told him with a smile.

Ominis let out a small breath of relief. “Are you alright?”

“I’m alright,” you nodded. “I didn’t expect it to last that long.”

“It shouldn’t have,” he said, almost with a sneer. “That new student had to curse on you for longer than it needed to be. All we needed was for it to hit you, they made it linger. They’re lucky I don’t go straight to professor Black and have them expelled.”

Ominis’s thoughts stopped in their tracks when he felt you lay your hand on top of his.

“I’m alright,” you assured him again. “Lay with me.”

“I- What?”

“Please? I don’t want to think about any of this anymore.”

Ominis sat still in thought for a moment, stammering slightly to himself before standing from his chair, feeling around the bed to make sure you were out of the way before laying down beside you. You layed your head onto his chest and exhaled deeply with a contented sigh. Ominis smiled gently to himself, his nose falling into your hair as he inhaled your scent. He decided then and there that it didn’t matter that he could never see you. Every other sense he had t otake you in was just fine for him. Your voice was enough to bring a small smile to your face, your laugh even more so. Your smell felt like home to him. He could tell you were in a room just by the smell of your shampoo. He could pinpoint which brand it was in a shop just with a small whiff alone. The touch of you skin never failed to comfort him in times of distress. The soft, delicate touch of your hand on his would always bring a smile to his lips. Your taste.. He was yet to be abpe to experiance. The only one of his available senses that has yet to experience you. The rest thought you were perfect, he could only imagine that would be the same.

That is, assuming he ever decides to do anything about his feelings for you.

For now, however, this was enough for him.

Part Two

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