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casasupernovas · 8 months
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i know legilimency according to snape is not simply mind reading but im gonna say it is, and i wanna talk about it.
we know snape can use this. he uses it on harry when he lies to his face about sectumsepra. i think pottermore also confirms he can do it. there's also a throwaway line from the very first book when harry says he feels like snape can read people's minds.
according to the wikia, snape used it when harry was trying to fight him during the 'flight of the prince' which is why he was able to deflect his spells so easily which is so. damn. COOL.
but remember when i said that when snape is talking to voldemort before he dies, his face is described as a death mask? like he already knows he's going to die? what if he could read voldemort's thoughts?
i feel like voldemort is good enough to deter this.
however.
throughout the entire conversation...snape's eyes are constantly said to be flickering towards nagini the whole time.
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sctumsempra · 2 months
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“the cold black eyes were boring once more. close your mind. . . close your mind. . .”
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eldritch-esque legilimens severus snape
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cranetreegang · 1 year
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Save Her - Ominis x FemReader
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Alright my fellow Ominis Simps. Here is the angst chapter (a lil late i know my b i was watching a rocket launch). If I don't make at least one of you cry, i will shut down my account and never write again. on god. no cap.
im just kidding ;) i ain't leaving suckas! hahahah you're stuck with me >:)
But low key, i do need someone to tell me to stop. i think im getting too crazy with some of these ideas.
Read Part 1 Here
🎶 Music to enjoy/feel to -> I'm Sending You Away and Never Goodbye and The Departure 🎶
Summary: Ominis and the Fifth Year are no longer speaking to one another. A rift Sebastian takes note of, and tries to bridge for them. Things take a turn, and she may be lost to them... forever
Word Count: ~7,400 words
Warnings: ANGST, Fighting, slight cursing, mentions of death, near death
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Sebastian knows something is wrong. 
Over the past few days, Ominis has been far more curt than normal - not even bothering to exchange pleasantries half the time and he rarely ever smiles unless it’s a sneering smirk after a scathing remark. His patience is all but gone as well. His short temper extends not just to Sebastian though. A Second Year, who made the unfortunate mistake of bumping into Ominis one morning, received a tongue-lashing so intense, it would have made Professor Sharp blush. And now, almost everyone gives Ominis a wide berth so as to not face his wrath. 
Sebastian hasn’t witnessed Ominis this cold and cruel since their First Year, but even then he was still civil if not a bit aloof. He’s tried to speak to Ominis about his recent behavior, but Ominis is quick to dismiss him. Even going so far as to state it’s none of Sebastian’s concern and to stop ‘meddling with affairs he has no business being in’. Sebastian would be lying if Ominis’ words hadn’t stung him. 
Sebastian also took note in the lacking presence of their mutual friend. She was a common sight in the Undercroft or hanging off Ominis’ arm, but she’s been notably absent. When Sebastian brought up asking her to come study with them, Ominis gave him such a scathing glare, Sebastian had flinched away to avoid any hexes he might send his way. But, beneath the menacing stare, was an undeniable pain at the mention of her. And Sebastian almost couldn’t believe it. He stormed all over the castle to confront her for hurting Ominis. But then he found her.
She was leaning against a window overlooking the courtyard - her gaze far away. She looked abysmal and her features were contorted into an equally pained expression as Ominis. After he saw her, he started to really take notice of the state she’s been in. 
She's all but withdrawn. At dinner, she picks around her food while she glances towards Ominis - barely replying to anything Sebastian is trying to tell her. He’s caught Natty and Poppy both trying to help with her unkempt hair - brushing out the tangles in between classes while she stares blankly ahead. The dark circles under her eyes shows she doesn’t sleep much, if at all. When others speak to her, she rarely acknowledges, or she speaks so softly she might as well not have said anything at all. And everytime she tries to approach Ominis, Sebastian swears Ominis turns his back to her and goes the other way. It’s her longing gaze which eats at Sebastian the most. He’s never seen her this pathetic and beaten before.
Sebastian sighs as he thinks about his two friends. This cannot continue, he decides. And since they’ve yet to mend whatever is wrong between them on their own, he knows he has to step in and figure out what’s going on. If not for their sake, at least for his own.
He first approaches her after potions. Having just witnessed Ominis storming out without so much as acknowledging Sebastian as he passed, he figures he would have far more luck with her than Ominis at the moment.
“Hey.” Sebastian greets her with a tentative smile while he helps her pack her things.
She gives him a smile back, but it doesn’t even come close to reaching her glassy eyes. 
“Alright. What’s going on between you two?” Sebastian questions her as they walk out of the classroom. “And don’t say it’s ‘nothing’ as it most certainly is not. Tell me what’s gotten into the two of you.”
She looks at him as if she had been stricken. Her eyes trail over to where Ominis stomped away moments ago.
“It’s my fault… I messed it all up, Sebastian.” She whispers, her lip quivering.
He doesn’t waste time and he takes her to the more secluded section of the castle - since the Undercroft is absolutely out of the question. They take their place next to one another overlooking the Black Lake - where the wind carries its damp smell all the way here, on the rickety, old long bridge outside the Clocktower Courtyard. The looming gray clouds bring about an oncoming winter storm and it makes the wind bite their cheeks. She grips onto the wooden post with a somber expression and her eyes are glazed over. 
“Tell me what’s going on. Maybe I can help. I mean, I can’t fathom how you could actually mess something up with Ominis beyond repair. He adores you.” Sebastian says with a grin.
She gives him a wry smile, “I doubt he adores me anymore.” She closes her eyes with a deep sigh then asks in a whisper, “Have you ever made a mistake that you wish with every fiber of your being you could take back?”
Sebastian nods with a solemn expression, “Of course. I think we all have, at some point.”
It takes her several breaths before she continues.
“I’m sure you’re aware that Ominis comes from a long line of Legilimens.” 
He nods, “I know Salazar was one. Can’t say I’m surprised the talent stayed in the bloodline.”
“Well, I was hoping I could help him master his Legilimency. So he would be able to… feel me whenever he wished. It was supposed to help quell his worries when I’m not at the castle. So he knows I’m alright.” 
He waits for her to continue while her fingers pick at the weathered wood and a grimace consumes her features.
“After a particularly intense session, he now believes that I want to-, that I-I want to fix him. Wh-Which isn’t true. He’s not broken. He doesn’t need mending. I know this.” 
Sebastian lowers his gaze to the chasm below with a quiet inhale. He knows Ominis to be sensitive on the subject. Ominis’ mother in particular has been keen on him being ‘cured’ - going so far as to procure him magical eyes to be inserted at the removal of his current eyes. 
She lets out a shaky breath as her head falls, “B-But, maybe my motives were never in good nature. Despite my intentions, perhaps on some level, I did want to… fix him. And this was always selfish in nature.”
She sighs, “I won’t deny the allure of him able to see - even if it’s just through memories. It’s exciting. A gift.” She pauses and Sebastian can see her body trembling. “A gift, he never asked for, but I assumed he wanted.” 
Her hands cover her face, “Oh, Sebastian - I didn’t realize how carelessly I approached all of this until it was too late. And now, he won’t even speak to me.” 
Her last sentence comes out as a near whisper and she ducks away from him to hide her crying. Sebastian grabs her, turning her back to him, then he pulls her into a tight hug. She holds onto him as her head presses into his chest.
“Hey. Don’t cry. Don’t cry now.” He hushes. “It’s okay. It’ll all be okay.”
“No. No it won’t. You didn’t see the way he looked at me, Sebastian. I’ve never seen him so cold. He hates me. I fear this can’t be mended in any way. I-I’m sure he believes I’m no better than his wretched family.”
Sebastian pulls her away with a frown and furrowed brows, “You are nothing like that. Don’t even compare yourself to them. Do you hear me?!” 
She lowers her gaze from his and his fingers jerk her chin back up to him.
“Look at me.” He demands in a stern tone. “You need to stop wallowing in self-pity this instant. And we need to come up with a way to sit Ominis down to work this whole thing out. You both are being absolutely ridiculous. Him even more so. He’s being a right bloody arse, and you’re the only one who can sort him out.” 
“But, he doesn’t want to hear what I have to say. Anytime I try to go to him, he just ignores me, or walks away.” She grimaces - biting her lip to keep another wave of sobs from spilling out.
Sebastian smirks, “It’s a good thing I have my own way with him. I think I may have an idea.”
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Sebastian will be the first to admit his surprise at Ominis’ acceptance to go to Hogsmeade, but he’s not about to complain. 
The journey there is all but silent. The storm of yesterday is upon them and leaves the sky in a dark gloom. Chilling winds cut through the wall of trees - kicking up the snow along the banks - and Sebastian wraps his arms around his chest to keep some of his warmth. He spares glances at his friend, noting how his brows are pinched together and his lips are pressed into a tight frown - seemingly unaffected by the frigid gales. He sees the dark circles under Ominis’ eyes as well and he finds some hope, that underneath all his bitter anger, Ominis still cares for her. And he’s just as upset by all this as she is. 
It’s once they’re at Honeydukes, does Sebastian finally find his chance to broach the subject. He catches Ominis lingering on a shelf of candies. Her favorite. His fingers glide over the boxes and he has a somber smile as he does. 
“You should get her something.” Sebastian says as he stands near Ominis. 
He retracts his hand, as if burned, and he sneers, “Why on earth would I do that?” 
“Oh, I don’t know,” Sebastian drawls out while Ominis turns towards the door - the bell ringing as they both leave the warm shop and head into the bitter cold, “to cheer her up. She’s been quite down lately. Like someone killed her beloved pet right in front of her. Not even Poppy can cheer her up - and she’s been throwing Puffskeins at her all week.” 
Ominis frowns at this, hurrying his stride - but Sebastian is hot on his heels.
“Is that what this venture is about? Did she put you up to this?” Ominis spits. 
“Far from it. She barely speaks any more - did you know that? I couldn’t talk to her if I tried.” 
Sebastian catches the wince rippling across Ominis’ features before he resumes his stoic indifference. 
“Well, perhaps that’s for the best.” 
Sebastian’s eyes widen, “You don’t mean that, Ominis.” 
“What if I did?” He retorts with an edge in his voice - any others would have backed down, but Sebastian has never been one to take heed of such things.
“Because if you did, you’d be as cruel as that brother of yours. And you and I both know, that’s not true.” Sebastian states. “Tell me. What’s wrong? What happened between you two? I thought you adored each other. And now, you practically hate her guts. Has she done something truly that unforgivable?” 
“I don’t hate her.” Ominis snaps then he grimaces with a slight shake of his head, “I thought she was different. But, she’s just like all the others. I should’ve known better than to expect anything else.” 
“What does that even mean, Ominis?” 
Ominis scoffs, “It means exactly that. If you want to know more - go interrogate her instead. I’m sure she’s dying to tell you all about it. Since she’s so apt on fixing everyone’s problems, it’ll be good for her to worry about herself for a change.”
Sebastian winces at his harsh tone while doubts of him being able to help start to bubble up. He sucks in a sharp breath, clenching his fists in determination.
“You know,” Sebastian says while they wind their way on the path back to Hogwarts, “is there any way you two could talk this out? Perhaps this is all one big misunderstanding!” 
“Doubtful.” 
Sebastian curses to himself at Ominis’ stubbornness. He hates when Ominis gets like this - and there’s only ever been one person who’s able to get him to come around to reason. And Ominis is refusing to ever speak to her again.
“Can’t you at least give her a chance to apologize? Bury the hatchet, and whatnot?” Sebastian practically pleads. “You do care for her. I know you do, Ominis. Despite all this guise of pretending you don’t. And guess what - she still cares about you. So, what’s stopping you? Your pride? I sincerely hope not. Because you, of all people, should know better.”
Ominis’ brows pinch together and his eyes soften. Ominis won’t deny, it’s been extremely difficult to keep up his ‘indifference’ towards her. He longs for her. But, he doesn’t know how to face her. 
“I-,” Ominis stops, his wand pointing to something ahead on the path. Sebastian follows his wand until he sees what’s got Ominis’ attention. 
She’s walking up to them - her hands are wringing together and her eyes are glued to Ominis. Sebastian curses to himself again.
Ominis turns to Sebastian with a scowl, “You lied. You did speak to her. To what? Ambush me?!” 
“I told you to wait in the Undercroft.” Sebastian hisses at her. 
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t wait any longer.” She speaks up. “I just want to talk to you, Ominis. Please.” 
Sebastian can see the hurt within Ominis, despite his best attempts to keep it all at bay. 
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Ominis stomps past her. 
“Wait, please!” She catches up to him, tugging on his sleeve to get him to stop. 
“Get your hand off of me!” He whips around with a snarl, “Are you dense? Surely you must realize that I want nothing to do with you!” 
Sebastian stands next to her with his mouth agape, “Ominis.” 
Ominis bites his tongue hard enough to flood his mouth with a hot copper taste. He’s ready to yank his arm from her loose grasp and run away from the both of them when the noise of twigs breaking gets all of their attention. 
“You!” A masked man shouts as he emerges from the treeline - his wand pointing towards her and Ominis. “There you are! You lil’ meddling brat.”
Without pause, Ominis hears a spell being cast. He doesn’t have time to react before she steps in front of him. He hears her gasp and her body crumples to the ground with an audible thud. Sebastian is firing back at their assailants and spells whiz past Ominis’ head - just barely missing him. Ominis gathers his wits enough to help Sebastian. His casting is frantic and phrenetic. He hates the satisfaction he has in hearing the Ashwinders cries of pain when he and Sebastian land their heated spells, but he doesn’t restrain himself. 
It doesn’t take much to drive the dark wizards back, and they soon retreat into the forest from whence they came. A chilling stillness settles in the air with not a bird’s song nor insect’s chitter to break it - only the howling wind and Ominis’ and Sebastian’s heavy breaths. 
Ominis turns to check on her, when his foot hits something. He falls to the ground and he nearly recoils at touching her leg. He says her name over and over again as his hands move up her body to her face. He searches her face for any sort of movement, but she’s still. His heart seizes once he gets to her eyes. They’re wide open. Frozen in a lifeless expression. Sebastian stares at the scene with his mouth agape and his heart twisting.
“Sebastian? Is she alright? What’s wrong with her?” Ominis whimpers. He shouldn’t be this numb, nor feel that his world is disintegrating around him. But he does. And he doesn’t know how to make it stop. 
Sebastian is somewhat thankful Ominis cannot see her as he’s sure Ominis would shatter at the sight. Her eyes are wide, swallowed in an eerie teal mist, and staring blankly ahead. If it weren’t for the slight movements of her chest - he would believe her dead. Ominis drags her into his arms as he feels over her face in horror.
“Answer me!” Ominis demands, his haunting gray eyes a full on tempest as he searches in vain for Sebastian.
“She’s alive.” He states in a stern tone and Ominis lets out an audible sigh. “But, something’s wrong. I-I think they cursed her.” Sebastian can taste the bile in his mouth at the thought. “We need to get her to Hogwarts. Now.”
Ominis shuts his eyes then nods. 
Sebastian casts a Hover Charm on her - making her float lifelessly in the air. Ominis holds her close to him and they carry her back to the castle. They sprint into the Hospital Wing and start to babble like madmen once they arrive. The Nurse helps set their unconscious friend on a bed then pushes them back with a flick of her wand and she’s quick to work without a single word.
Ominis and Sebastian stand in silence. Sebastian glances over to his eerily still best friend and he places his hand on Ominis’ shoulder. 
“She’ll be okay.” He whispers. “She’s a lot tougher than she looks.” 
Ominis trembles under Sebastian’s touch, so he brings Ominis under his arm into a strong side hug. Sebastian hates this. He hates waiting for an answer. He hates seeing his friend - hurt and unmoving. And he hates the wretched expression upon Ominis. It sends Sebastian into a spiral of helplessness. He holds Ominis tighter - it’s the least he can do… the only thing he can do.
“I told her I wanted nothing to do with her.” He closes his eyes with a shaky breath. “Why did I say such a vicious thing to her?” 
Sebastian opens his mouth to speak, but Madame Blainey approaches them with a grim expression.
“Her body is unharmed. But, she’s suffering from a botched Memory Charm.” Madame Blainey states.
“What does that mean? Will she be alright then? That means you can fix it, right?” Sebastian questions. 
Madame Blainey sighs, her eyes downcast, “The state she’s currently in is not optimistic. She will have to be transferred to St. Mungos for further treatment. And…,” 
“And what?” Ominis’ voice is cold and devoid of any emotion. 
“St. Mungos will keep her comfortable.” Blainey spares them a sad, pitying smile between the two boys. “You may need to prepare yourselves for the possibility of her not waking from this.” 
Ominis’ shoulders sag and Sebastian scowls - taking a step towards the Matron with clenched fists. 
“That can’t be. You said it was a shoddy charm. So, why can’t it be remedied? Why can’t you heal her?!” Sebastian demands, his voice rising with every question. 
The Nurse raises both of her hands to ease Sebastian, but it does little to quell the indignation dancing in his dark eyes.
“The Charm may not have worked as intended. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t affect her.” Madame Blainey turns towards the occupied bed - where she lays, unmoving upon the pristine white sheets. 
 “She’s currently lost in her own mind. Unless she’s able to find her way back, I’m afraid she will remain lost to us.” 
Madame Blainey turns back to the two boys, “I am truly so sorry. I wish I had better news. I’ll leave you two alone with her.” 
Madame Blainey bows her head before she goes into her office - shutting her door with a click. 
Sebastian glares at the shut door while Ominis takes shaky steps forward until he reaches the foot of her bed. His fingers trace up her leg until they reach her hand. His hand wraps around hers and he lets out a gasp.
“She’s so cold.” He whispers. 
Ominis collapses to his knees with a silent sob, “This is all my fault.” 
Sebastian goes to his side, wrapping an arm around his heaving shoulders. Sebastian bites his lip to keep his own tears at bay. 
“This is not your fault, Ominis.” He squeezes Ominis’ shoulder while his other hand rubs up and down Ominis’ arm.
“It is. It is.” Ominis cries. “She wouldn’t be like this if I hadn’t been so cruel to her. I-If I would’ve given her the chance to speak. Instead, I-I just ignored her. I knew she was hurting, Sebastian. I knew I was hurting her. But, I chose to ignore it. All because I assumed the worst in her. And now, the last thing I said to her was that I didn’t want her.”
Ominis lets out a heavy breath, “Yet, she still chose to protect me. Even then she still… cared.” 
Ominis manages to get back to his unstable legs long enough to stumble towards the head of the bed. He feels over her face, brushing aside her hair as he does so. He buries himself into the crook of her neck and Sebastian can only place a reassuring hand upon Ominis’ back - and watch. 
“Please. Please. Wake up. Wake up and tell me what a fool I am. And how foolish I’ve been. Please, just wake up.” Ominis begs.
Sebastian can’t stand how hurt Ominis is, nor can he stand the blank expression upon her face staring at him. So, he leaves without a word. His destination - plainly written in his mind. 
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Ominis can barely hear the breaths leaving her. He has to strain his ears to catch the hint of an exhale escaping her. He places his hand over her heart. There’s a slight rise and fall, and a faint strumming of a near nonexistent heartbeat against his palm. 
“If this is your way of getting back at me for how-,” his throat cinches and he has to suck in a sharp breath, “For how I’ve been. I’d say you’ve made your point. You can stop. You can wake up now.” 
He sounds pathetic and desperate, even to his own ears, but he doesn’t care. He’ll gladly grovel at her feet, weep for forgiveness, anything. Anything. He'd give, he’d do, he’d say anything, just to hear her curse his name - to direct all the malicious things he’s said to her unto him. At least then, she’d be… 
He shakes his head at the grim thought. She’s not dead. She’s simply lost, as the Matron put it. 
“Lost in thought.” He murmurs. “I hope they’re pleasant thoughts. An old adventure perhaps? The ones you like to tell me about - even though they worry me to know you were in such a perilous situation.” He laughs, bitterly and near sobbing. 
“I hope it’s the one you and I were on together. I enjoyed it. Although, you did nearly get us killed.” He smiles to himself.
He feels over the top of her far too cold hand and he slips off his school robe. He drapes it across her while he focuses on the rise and fall of her chest - satisfied she is indeed still breathing. 
“Or maybe it’s best to not think of me at all. I wouldn’t blame you.” He murmurs as he grabs her hand once more. 
“I don’t know why I didn’t come to you. I wanted to. So badly. So very, very badly. It’s been driving me mad. Not being able to talk to you. There’s so much I want to tell you.”
But now, those words may forever remain unspoken. He shudders at the thought. 
“It’s not to say I wasn’t upset with you.” He confesses. “I was. Even now, I’m angry at you for throwing yourself into harm’s way - yet again. You’re so incredibly, unbelievably careless. And look at where it’s gotten you!” 
He lets out a sharp breath, ripping his hands away while he falls back into his chair. 
“You must be laughing right now at how-,” he gasps, “At how much pain I’m in. I’m in absolute agony right now, and you don’t even realize. Because you care about everyone so much - but never yourself! Why is that? Why don’t you love yourself to the same degree that everyone else loves you? Like I love you.” 
He falls into his hands and his fingers dig into his hair, practically ripping it from his scalp. 
“I love you so much. It pains me. I thought this was supposed to be a sweet, wonderful thing - yet here I am. In misery.” 
He strains his ears again, and he catches a slight exhale. 
“Say something, will you? Anything. Please. Just say something. End my torment.” He whimpers. 
Another near silent breath is his only response. 
He sits back up and slowly, carefully, reaches out for her. He tangles his fingers in her hair - far more gently than he had for himself - and he has her hand in a vice-like grip. He strokes her scalp while he listens for any slight changes in her breathing. But, it’s steady. Like she’s in a deep sleep and he’s merely trying to disturb her rest. 
“I know. I know.” He sighs. 
“I know you don’t like it when I’m upset. Especially over your… adventures. I just wish it was someone else in your place. Selfish, I know. But I never claimed I wasn’t. I wish you weren’t the way you are. So wanting to do good and to help those that have no merit for it.” 
He smiles softly, “But, that’s also why I love you so fiercely - that bleeding, kind heart of yours. Which, so foolishly, believes me worthy. Worthy enough to protect me. To care and love me.” 
He shakes his head to dispel the tears threatening to fall, “You are such a fool.” 
He squeezes her hand, his heart twisting when he doesn’t feel her squeeze right back, then he shifts to be closer to her. He presses a kiss on her forehead then rests his head against her temple. His nose brushes against her cheek and he sighs, taking in her sweet, calming scent. 
“It’s alright. For I’m a fool, too. We can be fools together. You and I.” He laughs, “It sounds wonderful, actually. We can live a foolish life. Doing foolish things. And, it’d be perfect. Because, you’d be there with me. And I, with you.” 
He closes his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose and letting it pass through his lips in a near whine. 
“I hope that’s what you’re lost in right now. Us. Doing foolish things. Together. You and I.” 
He whispers with a tear trailing down his cheek, “You and I.”
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By the time Sebastian returns, it’s the early hours of the morning. He goes towards the candle light emitting from her bedside. It’s not nearly enough to keep the shadows at bay and the dark silhouettes of his two friends sends a chill down his spine. Ominis is in a chair holding her hand and stroking her hair. He’s never seen Ominis so disheveled. His hair is pulled out of his neat, slicked-back style and his starched clothes are rumpled and wrinkled - his school robe lays over her as a poor excuse of a blanket. 
Sebastian doubts he fairs much better - feeling the sting in his eyes from straining them and refusing to let the exhaustion manifest to slow him down. Sebastian can hear the soft whispers Ominis speaks to her the closer he gets, but he can’t make out what’s being said. Sebastian hovers by the foot of her bed, unable to break Ominis from his hushed pleadings. He’s like a stranger intruding on something intimate - something not meant for him to hear.
“She’ll be transferred to St. Mungos at first light.” Ominis states, his head not even turning towards Sebastian. Sebastian closes his eyes with a deep breath - his throat impossibly constricted. 
He moves towards Ominis to rest a hand on his shoulder.
“We can save her.” He says with not an ounce of wavering in his voice.
Ominis whips his head towards him with wide, glassy eyes, “How?” 
“We can’t do it here. We need to take her to the Undercroft.” 
Ominis nods, “Very well. How do you suggest we sneak her out?” 
Sebastian is grateful Ominis isn’t fighting him on this - and he’s quick to cast the Hover Charm on her once again. 
“Quickly. Before anyone sees.” Sebastian takes the lead, with Ominis trailing behind. 
They arrive at the Undercroft and place her down in the middle of the circle Sebastian has prepared. Ominis smells the distinct stench of incense in the air and he frowns.
“What is it we’re going to do?” 
Sebastian guides Ominis to kneel right by her head.
“It’s you. It has to be you, Ominis. You’re the only one who can save her.” Sebastian states. 
“Me? H-How?” Ominis reaches out in front of him until his fingers nestle in her hair. 
Sebastian takes his place next to Ominis, “You have to reach into her mind, find where she is, and then guide her out of the charm.”
Ominis shakes his head, “No. No, I can’t.”
“You’re the only one who can.”
Ominis wants to object, but Sebastian places a strong hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll be with you every step of the way, Ominis.” Sebastian says. “You can do this. I know you can. She does too.” 
Ominis lets out a sharp exhale and he moves her head to rest on his thighs. He traces along her cheeks and jawline before he gives a short nod.
“I’ll try.” He whispers. 
Sebastian grins for a moment, “I’ve drawn a grounding circle around us to protect you from getting lost in there as well.”
“A grounding circle?” Ominis grimaces. “Sebastian, this doesn’t sound-,”
“Yes! Alright, yes.” Sebastian snaps. “This is experimental magic we’re doing - and it might not even work - but it’s all we got.” 
Ominis takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes, “Is there anything else I need to do?” 
“Just find her.” 
Ominis swallows down the apprehension, the fear, and the doubts. She needs him. And he won’t abandon her now. He takes another deep breath then searches for her eyes until he feels something tugging on him. 
He’s not greeted with the normal familiarity of her emotions. Instead, it’s an empty, stillness. It would be enough to send him reeling away, but he refuses to leave. Not without her. The more he feels around in the empty confines, he begins to notice there’s slight tears within this place. He reaches out and rips the veil apart. 
A slew of memories rush over him. He’s tossed around from one to the next and just when he’s beginning to understand what he’s seeing, he’s jerked to the next one - all fresh memories from the past few days. He has to watch as she tries to go to him, only for him to turn away from her - again and again and again. Each one hurts more and more, but he refuses to pull away. 
He keeps going even though his head feels like it’s being split into tiny pieces. 
He catches voices - Sebastian and her speaking. Then the voices of the men who attacked them. She didn’t even hesitate to move in front of him - all to protect him. How she still loves him, even though he said such horrible things to her not but mere moments ago is not something he quite understands. How could she be so…
Love. 
It speaks to him and the torrent he’s in slowly dies down as he focuses hard on the warm feeling. More images shift past him until finally it stays on just one, singular memory. 
The sun peers through the autumn leaves. Golds, reds, oranges, and browns are all in front of him. He blinks several times, nearly retreating from the overwhelming sight. It’s almost too much. All these colors swirl around him and it takes his breath away. He reaches out to grab the leaves as they flutter past, but they pass right through him as if he were no more than an apparition. He’s lost in absorbing the sights around him - walking along a stone path as he takes it all in. The chilled air and distant bird song brings him solace and the memory wraps around him like a warm blanket on a cold, winter’s night. Whatever this memory is, it’s important and it's like he’s been here numerous times before with how at home he feels.
He hears her soft laughter and he’s harshly reminded as to why he’s here. He sprints right towards it - going around bends and following the path until he finds two people walking next to each other. 
A boy with slicked-backed brownish-blonde hair wearing a black and emerald school robe and a girl in a similar black robe as the boy. The boy’s sightless gaze is in front of him - his head craned towards the girl next to him- and his wand emits a pulsing red glow. Ominis can’t believe he sees himself. More importantly, he can’t believe he sees her.
The sun casts a soft glow upon her smiling face and her shining hair. She keeps looking over at the boy - over at him - and every time, a warm smile tugs on her lips. He’s amazed at being able to see this smile reach all the way to her eyes - making them sparkle and shimmer. It’s enough to send his heart hammering in his chest as he watches them. He finds himself enamored with every little detail about her. Even the way she walks and moves her hands as she talks is captivating.  
He knows this day. 
They’re walking back from Hogsmeade. Long before they ever admitted to one another their feelings. Although he knew she looked at him often, he never imagined it was with such adoration. And the way her smile entangles in every word, it’s a wonder he didn’t piece it together sooner. He’s like a bystander as he watches them - they’re moving, yet they’re going nowhere and if he doesn’t keep his concentration on where he is, he finds himself looking through her eyes instead. A very disorienting sensation. 
He sees himself talking, but the words are distorted and cut in and out. He notices the woods around them are starting to get blurry and it’s all beginning to fade away. 
He concentrates until the memory comes back into focus with sharper clarity. They continue walking down the path and he goes to follow. He calls out her name, but nothing comes out of his mouth. He tries once more, yet again, nothing - not even a whisper. They’re walking away from him now and he’s running in place.
‘No. Come back! Don’t leave!’ He screams, but no sound comes out. He’s slipping and losing his grasp of this memory.
He won’t let her go. He digs within himself to compel the words to be uttered with every ounce of strength he has. 
Her name reverberates in a great shout and she stops walking. She turns to face him, the real him, and her eyes widen.
“Ominis?” She whispers. 
He laughs in both relief and disbelief. He runs towards her - his hand outstretched, “Yes. Please. Don’t go. Come with me.” 
She cranes her head and takes a step towards him with a slight smile until a voice cuts through:
“I want nothing to do with you!”
“Leave me alone!” 
“Get your hand off of me!” 
The memory begins to distort as she grimaces - backing away from him. The words keep repeating in a horrible mantra. It’s deafening and it makes him sick to hear his own vile words again and again.
“You’re not real.” She says, blinking back tears. “None of this is real.”
“Wait!” Ominis calls to her, but she’s already running away. 
No, no, no, she’s slipping from his grasp - then she may very well be forever lost. Something ignites within him - a sudden surge of control and power unlike anything he’s felt before and - with great effort - he forces everything to cease. The echoes of his words silence and the world around them fades until it’s just them in a dark, empty space. She turns towards him while he all but rushes to her. 
“Don’t go.” He cries. “Please. Come back.” 
She shakes her head while she steps away from him, “No. No, I don’t want to go back.”
“No, wait! Don’t leave me. I-I need you.” He pleads. 
He wants to go to her, but his feet refuse to lift. Some force is keeping him at bay. 
“I hurt you, Ominis. I didn’t mean to, but I did. I ruined everything.” She cries. “At least here, I can pretend. I can go back to how it was.” Her lip quivers and it breaks his heart to see her so upset. 
“You haven’t ruined anything, my love.” He whispers with a pleading expression. “It’s I who’s done that. I never should’ve pushed you away.”
He lowers his head, “I’ve been acting like that scared little boy that Marvolo would take toys from. The one Father would torment by ripping apart my mind. The son, a mother, so desperately wants to fix.”
He lets out a shuddering breath as he whispers, “It was easier to accept that you had ill-intent towards me than the truth.” 
She shakes her head, “The truth?”
He finds it impossible to look at her awaiting face, but he does. He knows he has to.
“It frightened me to see into your mind. Because, I wanted more. I wanted to see more. I wanted to be just like Father, and tear into your memories to make them all mine.”
He gasps at the truth leaving his lips. He stares at her as she stares back at him. He wishes he could understand the expression written upon her face. But, he doesn’t. All he can do is wait for her to speak.
She steps closer to him, “You are not your father, Ominis. And I’m so deeply sorry I put you in a position which made you feel even remotely like that. I never should have pushed you into doing what I believed you should want.”
He shakes his head with a bitter laugh, “If you hadn’t been so adamant on me learning how to do this, I wouldn’t be here right now. And you would be lost to me. And,” he looks at her with a wide smile, “I wouldn’t be able to see you now. Nor that beautiful memory.”
She lets out a near cry and her sweet smile brings him unfathomable joy. 
He steps towards her, “I’m not my father - I don’t have to use this ability the same way he does. I understand that now. This is, indeed, a gift. And I’m so sorry it took me so long to realize that.”
Her features morph into an earnest, pleading expression.
“This was never a means to fix you, Ominis. I don’t want to fix you.” She whispers. “I love who you are. And I’m so sorry if I made it seem otherwise.”
He smiles as he nods emphatically, “I know. And I was such a fool to believe otherwise. You didn’t deserve that.”
She beams with a slight laugh, “We’ve both been fools, haven’t we?” 
“I’m afraid we have.” He laughs. “So, please,” he holds out his hand towards her, “come back with me, love. Come back.”
She glances between his outstretched hand and him. A warm smile comes over her.
She closes the space between them and embraces him. He lets out a gasp at how close he feels to her - far closer than he has before - as he embraces her just as fiercely back. He senses something tethering to him. It’s trying to bond with him. It’s a magic he’s never experienced before, but he knows it’s stemming from her. He lets it tangle around him and the dark place they’re in begins to shatter.
Ominis gasps, reeling from the experience, and he has to gather himself. He blinks several times, a frown forming at his sight being normal once more.
“Ominis! Are you alright? Did it work?” Sebastian grips Ominis’ arm while Sebastian’s gaze is firmly locked on her. Ominis’ hands feel over her unmoving face and his frown deepens. 
“I-I don’t know.”
She jolts up with an audible breath before she falls back into his lap. Sebastian laughs, shaking Ominis as she blinks up at both of them in confusion. 
“O-Ominis?” She mumbles and her brows pinch together. “Oh, Ominis. You look like you’ve been romped by a herd of Puffskeins.” 
Ominis chuckles, his relief palpable, “That would’ve been far more preferable. Oh, it’s so good to hear your voice.”
She stares at Ominis with wide eyes. 
“So that was real.” She whispers with a wide smile as Ominis nods. He strokes her cheeks and she holds onto one of his wrists to ensure he stays right there.
 She turns her head towards Sebastian, “If this was your grand idea to get us back together,” she laughs, “well, I suppose it could’ve been worse.” 
Her eyes flutter shut with a groan,  “Although, my head is certainly killing me.”
Sebastian - unable to retort with a witty response - holds her free hand with a chuckle. Ominis leans his head against Sebastian’s shoulder, in both relief and exhaustion, while she glances between the two tear-stricken, grinning boys with a grin. 
“It’s so good to see you awake.” Sebastian smiles. “We were worried one of us was gonna have to slap you until you finally came to your senses.” 
She giggles, “Thank goodness it was unnecessary.” 
Ominis lets out a sharp laugh, “All thanks to you, Sebastian. None of this would’ve worked without you. Thank you.” 
“Anytime.” Sebastian grins at both of his friends, alive and well, with unmasked relief. Ominis plays with her hair with a warm smile while she looks up at Ominis with such adoration, it’s enough to churn Sebastian’s stomach from their sweetness. 
“So, let’s discuss my reward. I take many forms of gratitude.” Sebastian smirks. “Butterbeers. Doing my homework. Answers to next week’s test. I’m open to most ideas.” 
Ominis chuckles, “I’ll get you a whole keg of Butterbeer for what you’ve done.” 
“I’ll hold you to that.” Sebastian says. 
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Ominis leans his head onto hers as they slowly stroll along the rickety, old, long bridge by the Clocktower Courtyard. She plays with his hand - intertwining their fingers together then releasing them to hold his hand, only to tangle them once again. 
“When do you expect to return?” He wonders.
“By this evening. I’ll try not to take too long.” She squeezes his hand. 
He hums, “I’ll be waiting for you.”
She smiles as they reach the end of the bridge and she turns to face him, “And I’ll be looking forward to seeing you.” 
He’s still captivated by the sight of what his wand paints of her. Like waves crashing to shore or a crackling inferno, magic rolls over her body in a steady hum. It’s electric and fiery - unbridled energy which sparks and ignites across her. He wonders if the pulsing is in time with her heartbeats as it thrums to a gentle beat. It’s breathtaking and he’s the only one who can see her like this - and he’s forever grateful his wand has adjusted to this new connection between them.
He cups her cheek with a soft smile, “I hope you don’t run into too much trouble, love. I do rather like you unharmed, and intact.”
She laughs, “Don’t fret. I promise to return just as I left.” 
He leans down and places a heated kiss on her awaiting lips, one which takes her breath away and leaves her wanting for more. It’s a brilliant supernova in her mind as he intertwines himself with her. She feels his lips on hers, but also her lips on his. For a brief moment, they are one. The sensation dies down as he parts, but his presence doesn’t fully leave her. She sees the strands of Ancient Magic tangled around him - glowing in a vibrant radiance as it stretches all the way to her. She wonders if he regrets it. This bond he’s been forced to share with her. He silences the thought before it can fully form with another deep kiss. 
“Do be careful.” He whispers against her lips with a sweet smile.
“I will.” She steps away from him before he can lure her back into his embrace. She summons her broom - sparing him one final, loving glance - then she takes off. 
He sucks in a sharp breath at her departure. If he concentrates, he can feel the wind in her hair and against her face. Whatever bond they had created in the confines of her mind, has not dimmed, but flourished. And as she flies further from him, he can find her like his guiding star. And he smiles - turning back to the castle to await her return.
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AN: i like the idea of Ominis' mom being far different from his father and brother. Meaning, I want his mom to be a type of devouring mother where she manipulates you into believing she's only doing what's 'best' for you. idk, i can just see her being very sweet and doting in a twisted kind of way. like ripping out her son's eyeballs to 'help' him.
also, hope the magic bond and legilimency mind shit wasn't TOO weird. idk, i like the idea of magic bonds and Ominis' wand being able to detect her in his own special way. and ancient magic seems like a pure form of magic for this to be viable.
ALSO ALSO, is it Ominis' or Ominis's???? i might blow up my computer and then my local walmart on minecraft if it's the latter. I was told if a word ends in an s, then you don't add the 's. idk im not an english expert. im a dumb idiot writing mediocre fanfiction.
Any feedback is appreciated and wanted! I love hearing from y'all and thanks for reading <3
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draqo-pctter · 4 months
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to save an empire; a dramione royalty au
chapter fifteen; cold, cold heart
Time slowed as it usually did when he stared at her, the band and jovial laughter fading away until the only thing Hermione could see was Draco’s eyes. They were blank then. Not cold – empty. A thick, neverending sheet of arctic snow where angry glaciers had once been. Somehow, that was worse.
“Don’t we want him to think we’re–” I can’t promise you happiness. “–getting along?”
He studied her carefully, his eyes scanning every inch of her face for things she knew he could find if he so chose. She didn't know what it was like to have someone slip into her mind, but Hermione had always assumed it might hurt.
“Is that what we’re doing?” Draco asked. “Getting along?”
“We could be,” Hermione countered, leaning toward him almost instinctually. It wasn’t lost on her that he didn’t pull away. “If you’d let us.”
rated e, explicit
wip; chapters 15/34
tags; nsfw, queen hermione, prince consort draco, rivals to lovers, marriage of convenience, assassination plots, legilimens draco
updates every tuesday! / click here to read on ao3
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weirdraccoon · 8 months
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Tom *practicing legilimency, looks at Ominis*
Ominis' mind: *all five of them sharing a picnic*
Tom: Cute. *Looks at Sebastian*
Sebastian's mind: *some obscure dark ritual to bring back the death*
Tom: Hm. Interesting. *Looks at MC*
MC's mind: *murder spree- holding a pillow over Ominis' face, stabbing Sebastian with a butter knife, and transfiguring Tom into a teddy bear for her graphorn to play with*
Tom *stunned*: What the- *looks back at Ominis*
Ominis: I know what you're doing. I'd stop it if you didn't want to get traumatized.
Tom *whispering*: I am. Why do we live with these psychopaths?
Ominis *chuckling*: Oh please as if you hadn't fantasize about murdering us before. Besides, do you really think that picnic is my real thinking process? Should've dig deeper, son, now you'll only find a wall.
Tom: I don't want to practice anymore. I'm going to Harry's.
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snapeaddict · 6 months
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Snapetober Day 22 - Power
1986
He took a deep breath, and looked up. His eyes met Dumbledore's; he relaxed. Often, the hardest part was to prepare, to know what was going to happen. But the struggle itself, at this point at least, relied mostly on instinct and will, and he possessed both.
This time there was no manipulation, no lying, no awful mind games. The headmaster only wanted to test his strength and endurance and, Severus suspected, to assert his own power once more. He could sense the old man's raw delight and excitement every time he entered his mind, every time he pushed his barriers and unearthed memories and feelings that were not his to see; Severus usually observed his childlike cruelty with interest, from above, in a sort of dissociative but mighty state.
It was part of the role. They both knew it. But only Severus knew the extent of the old man's vicious delight - Dumbledore believed he could hide it, and that was Severus sole, but decisive, advantage.
He let Dumbledore dig up memory after memory, unimportant ones but ones tied to sentiments strong enough the old man would always be satisfied.
Severus enjoyed, vaguely, the pain and shame of knowing the man had seen so much. He simultaneously felt and believed the shame was well-deserved, and wished for it to strengthen the foundations of his loyalty with debasing roots. He knew that his loyalty was unwavering, he did not doubt it; but he viewed it as something external, something he had little control over.
What Dumbledore knew, it was a safety net. A twisted, self-damaging safety net - the only way to insure he would always look down when addressed by the old man.
Still Severus was also proud, gifted and powerful. He admired Dumbledore just as much as he loathed him, and for every insidious insult, every debasing game, he wished to make him pay.
Looked up close, there was nothing contradictory about this all. It simply fulfilled different needs, and none truly conflicted with the other.
So he waited. He let Dumbledore have a look around, where he was allowed, where the Dark Lord would be allowed, too; personal enough, but never compromising for the spy.
The man underneath was but a casualty.
Dumbledore came close, he became excited, and Severus chose that very moment, his only Achilles' heel. He let him take a step further, a step which Dumbledore knew, too, was calculated - then he pushed him out. Out of the memory, out of his mind in a formidable demonstration of power and magic; the headmaster attempted to fight back. Both their minds confronted one another, Dumbledore's roared, his remained silent and struck at every display of dominance. They bled.
Dumbledore was pushed out. Brutally - with a savagery Severus did not know he possessed.
He watched as the old man stumbled backwards, falling from his chair. The headmaster was breathing heavily; his own nose was bleeding profusely.
Vaguely, Severus realised that he would have been incapable, at that very moment, of casting the simplest of spells. Yet he could stand, though barely.
When he found the strength to speak, his voice was smooth, and his tone almost detached.
"Would you like a hand, headmaster?"
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dramioneasks · 26 days
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LF fic where Draco is supposed to rape Hermione but he doesn’t he just pinches her hip and grinds against her so when Voldemort looks into her mind he can she that she was being “raped” even though she wasn’t. (I think she stays at Malfoy Manor too). I feel like this fic is well known and the title name is on the tip of my tongue but I can’t remember. Do you or anyone know the name? Thanks!!
This?
Manacled by SenLinYu - E, 77 chapters - Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret locked away in her mind. She is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve, to be bred and monitored until it can be accessed.
-Lisa
Edit: Thanks!
artielu: That's The Auction by @lovesbitca8 The Auction - Chapter 1 - LovesBitca8 - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
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hazelelel · 5 months
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Snape: You insolent fool! I will find what is in your mind... one... way or another *tries to use legilimency*
Char: *puts on reflective shades*
Snape: ...
Char: wow i can't believe that wor-
Snape: *clocks them in the jaw*
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maple-unicorn · 23 days
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Chapter III
“Why did you do it?” she asked Blaise.
He blinked, surprised at her direct question. “Do what?”
“Help us?”
“It was all Astoria. She knew her time was coming. I just… I wanted to help her and the children. This was our only option to give them a real future.”
“And Theo?”
Blaise flinched at his name. “What about him?”
She huffed. “He wasn’t a part of this plan?”
“No.” His face set into a neutral expression.
“You don’t trust him.” Hermione knew she was toeing a line she should not cross, but she needed to understand just how in danger she was. If Blaise couldn’t even trust his partner…
“Of course I do. But Draco trusts him too. If Theo and I both betrayed him, he would be destroyed.”
Hermione scoffed, her irritability burning her cheeks. “Well we can’t have poor Draco Malfoy’s ego bruised, now can we?”
“You don’t understand! If there is one thing Draco holds the most value in above anything else it is trust . We’re all he has. So don’t judge me for leaving my family in the dark. I’ve made my sacrifice and I know what I need to do to end this war. Do you?”
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tippilo · 27 days
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CHAPTER POSTED!
Chapter 37 of The Brightest Star in the Sky is posted
We are now at the last five chapters of the series! I consider these the "tom centric" chapters of the series! We are going to tear this boy apart! The guy in the picture isn't really my fan cast by any means but I needed 5 similar images of the same person for my image series; I had a theme in mind! So here we are!
READ on AO3 HERE!
XOXO - Tipp
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Y'all... Y'all ever think... That Snape teaching himself Legilimency/Occlumancy... Could be used as a garantee to always have the upper hand?...
Like he knows he can't trust people. So knowing that anyone could betray him AND having the possibility of HIM knowing beforehand what his interlocutor's intents are... So he can prepare himself?
When did he really start teaching himself that? When he decided to betray Voldemort? Or when he was a student? He did know quite a lot by then already, man was brilliant.
Or maybe I'm just reading too much into it?
I'm sorry if the post is kinda confusing it's 3 am and I'm just a little bit sleep deprived.
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roxy-jewell · 6 months
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Draco Malfoy & the Rise of the Death Eaters by RoxyJewell (Ao3)
Chapter 7: Lovegood
Dash of Weasley bashing. Sprinkle of looney. A heap of rain. Pinch of Peeves.
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cranetreegang · 1 year
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Close Call - Ominis x FemReader
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Summary: Ominis is on the way to meet his love as she returns from Hogsmeade, but things don't go according to plan.
Music to Enjoy: Symphony No.6 In F Major, Op. 68, Pastoral; IV. Thunderstorm, Storm
Word Count: ~1,700 words
****SPOILER WARNING DO NO READ UNLESS YOU'VE COMPLETED LIKE THE LAST QUESTS OF THE GAME****
Warnings: Peeps getting nay nay'd (aka diagnosed with dead)
Read my other Ominis Fics Here
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Ominis briskly walks through the Central Hall on his way to the North Exit. He has a faint smile on his lips as he moves his way past chattering students and steps over scattered books and papers strewn about on the marble floor. His mind strays to various thoughts - hearing everyone worrying about their upcoming O.W.L’s reminds him of how much they need to study. He hopes he’ll have time with her this afternoon to study together and the idea makes him smile. He senses someone approaching him - their purposeful footsteps heading right towards him - and he turns his head towards the oncoming student.
“Ah! Ominis.” Natty’s familiar voice gives him a slight pause as he angles his head towards her.
“Natty. Faring well, I hope.” Ominis continues towards his destination while Natty walks beside him.
“I am. I hope you are as well, my friend.” Natty’s smile can be heard clearly and Ominis gives a slight grin in response. 
As they climb down the stairs, Natty asks, “Speaking of friends, have you seen her? I have something important I must speak to her about.” 
Ominis smirks, “I’m afraid I haven’t ‘seen’ her.” Before Natty can stammer out an apology, he continues, “But, I know where she is. It’s where I’m heading to now. She should be coming back from Hogsmeade soon. Something about going to Ollivanders for an errand. She was rather vague before she left.” 
“I’m surprised you did not accompany her. You two are hardly seen without the other.” Natty teases, her cheeks still warm from his earlier comment.
He has a faint smile as he says, “We’re not joined at the hip. We do have our own lives.” His smile fades as he adds, “Which is why I could not accompany her, as I was busy dealing with a matter of my own. And she insisted it wouldn’t take long.” 
He’s opening the solid, wood door outside when he freezes in place. His limbs are locked and dread squeezes his chest. Despite the gentle breeze fluttering in his face, he feels like the air around him has all but dissipated. He’s not sure why this sudden sense of doom has pressed down upon him and he waves his wand around to find the source of this peril. With only students wandering around the lawn, his anxiety doesn’t quell, but rises drastically. Why… is he feeling this?
“Ominis?” Natty questions - a frown consuming her as she takes in his wide-eye’d, panicked expression. 
“She’s in danger.” He whispers in realization. These horrible, dreadful feelings were coming from her. 
He flares their magic-bond as he sprints forward, whipping his wand to where Hogsmeade is - only to find her magical aura not there. He comes to a halt, his boots skidding against the gravel. His breathing picks up as he spins himself around until he finds her faint, pulsing light in the distance. She’s far. Too far to run there - if he were to make it in time. 
“What is happening? She’s in trouble? H-How do you know such a thing?” Natty manages to get in front of Ominis and he scowls at her.
“I don’t have time to explain. I need to get to her. Now.” Ominis tries to shove his way past, but Natty keeps a firm stance and keeps Ominis in place.
“We can go. Together.” Natty glances at the students flying slowly around on brooms. “Come on.” 
Ominis grimaces, but follows after Natty. 
Natty runs over to the flying class broom stand and snatches one. She gets on the broom - struggling to find a decent gripping - and Ominis doesn’t hesitate to take a seat behind her. 
“Hey!” A student shouts, but Natty takes to the sky before she can be stopped.
“Where do we need to go?” Natty wonders.
“This way. And hurry.” Ominis points his wand in front of Natty - his worries starting to settle now that they were flying towards her.
Natty is not nearly as quick as his love is on a broom, but it’s faster than him. He tries to reach out to her - letting her know they’re coming and to hang on, but he’s not sure if she can notice. His heart is beating rapidly in time with hers and his hands tremble with adrenaline. 
Please. Just hang on. I’m coming.
They fly over the forest and as they get closer, Ominis can feel her distress growing stronger. He can sense her fear and desperation. 
He grits his teeth, “Natty, faster!” 
Natty lowers herself and they pick up speed, but it doesn’t feel nearly enough. They finally spot her on the ground, surrounded by Ashwinders in the heart of a ruined estate. Crackling spells and curses reach his ears and his heart all but plummets to his gut. Ominis curses under his breath and readies his wand. Natty is hovering just above the ground, about to land, when Ominis jumps off, sprinting towards her. 
He can hear her fighting fiercely, her wand moving fluidly as she dodges spells and curses alike. He knows he needs to get to her quickly, to help her fend off the attackers. But the Ashwinders are strong and they keep coming, overwhelming her with their numbers.
“Depulso!” Ominis casts a powerful spell that knocks several of the Ashwinders back. She gasps, flooding Ominis with relief as her eyes land on him. 
“Ominis," she whispers as he joins her side, with Natty finally catching up and joining them as well. 
“We are with you, my friend!” Natty grins towards her - a look of determination and ferocity which matches her own. The Ashwinders gather themselves and begin their attack once again. 
He shields her from the onslaught of curses. They all fight together, their spells colliding with those of the attackers. The battle is intense, and for a moment Ominis fears they might not make it out alive. 
A man appears before her and yells, “Avada Kedavra!” 
The spell makes him freeze and it’s like he’s been dunked into ice. She doesn’t move out of the way and instead counters with a powerful spell of her own. Their magic collides in a deafening shockwave and they’re locked in a stalemate. Pulling himself out of his dread, Ominis turns his attention to the other Ashwinders, keeping them off of her as she fights for her life. Ominis and Natty deflect and counter, dwindling the Ashwinders one by one. 
But then, a bright light fills the air, and the Ashwinders are thrown back by an explosion of crackling, magical energy. A thunderous clap rings in their ears. Natty glances at Ominis in shock - both of them panting as they examine the area to ensure they were alone. The Ashwinders that do remain, run away - disappearing into the surrounding forest in terror. 
Ominis turns to find her. 
She stands there, strong and resolute, her wand raised as she surveys the scene. He feels the light touch of ash landing on him and he can taste the raw magic lingering in the air - electrifying his skin. Ominis can sense the exhaustion within her, but also the unwavering tenacity. She turns to face him and they’re both staring at one another - his wand filling his mind with her bright aura.
He moves to her, whispering her name as he embraces her. She gasps at how tightly he holds her before she holds him just as fiercely back. He closes his eyes and buries himself into the crook of her shoulder. The connection radiates warmly between them and it feels like all is well. 
“Did they hurt you? Are you alright?” He pulls away and is feeling over her arms with pinched brows. 
“You… came for me?” She whispers in incredulousness.
Her mind still can’t believe he’s here. How did he… Her eyes go over to Natty, who’s looking around at the Ashwinders strewn about the ruins with amazement. 
“Of course. I-, why wouldn’t I?” He cups both of her cheeks and she’s in disbelief at how brave he is. She presses her forehead to his with a heavy exhale. 
“You came for me.” She smiles. 
The relief in him is palpable as he strokes both of her cheeks with his thumbs. His misty gray eyes are soft and her knees nearly buckle at the sight. 
“I’m okay. Thanks to you.” She whispers then frowns. She pulls away from him enough to bring out a rectangular box and she holds it between them. Ominis lowers his hands away from her as she opens the box for him.
Ominis’ fingers skim over the contents and he feels a wand. His features harden. There’s a strong determination within her and his sightless gaze tries to meet hers.
"I have to go now," she whispers. "It's time." She tucks the box back into her robes. 
He swallows down the lump in his throat. They’ve spoken of this before, but it always seemed so far away. Now it’s here… and she has to go. And face a most harrowing threat. He brings her into a tight embrace once more - tempted to keep her here, and safe - and she whimpers at the longing he can’t keep at bay.
“I’ll be waiting for your return,” he whispers. “So, please don’t keep me waiting for too long.” 
She lets out a sharp laugh that nearly sounds like a cry. He parts enough to slam his lips against hers in a greedy kiss. Like a parched man, she lets him drink his fill of her - searing this feeling into her mind. All the things they want to say are exchanged between them in their heated kiss. He lets her go with a soft sigh and a longing gaze. She takes several steps away from him, unable to break away from his wanting stare. She mounts her broom and she glances between him and Natty. She gives them a sure nod then takes off towards Hogwarts. 
His fists clench - wishing nothing more than to be with her. But, he knows he can’t. She is the one that has to determine the fate of the wizarding world. He watches as her light goes further and further from him, his heart full of hope and fear. He knows she’ll be alright. She will fight with everything she has. His throat tightens at the thought of that not being enough. Natty comes next to him, wordlessly placing a hand on his shoulder. He turns to Natty, his eyes filled with tears. 
"See. We are not always together," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "But, I'll be waiting for her. No matter what.”
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AN: originally, i just had Ominis and Natty coming in after MC defeated Rookwood, but then I realized that I can do whatever I want and decided to have them help out MC. Also, wow yeah I really am just rushing to get to my most excited fic which involves a Boggart... >:)
We're nearing the end!! I have these last few fics lined up:
After Ranrok Battle Scene
Her Dealing with Ancient Magic Trauma Pt 1 and Pt 2
Then... 7th Year shall BEGIN!
Been a wild journey and hope to see y'all on the next one B)
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draqo-pctter · 3 months
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to save an empire; a dramione royalty au
The pounding in his head pleaded with him to stop talking – to keep his treasonous thoughts to himself. Thoughts that tumbled over themselves to get to her, to tell her to run, but stopped at the back of his throat, silenced by the magic he’d been forced to choke on.
chapter 17; wish on your lucky stars
tags; royalty au, queen hermione, prince consort draco, explicit sexual content, legilimens draco malfoy, marriage of convenience, assassination plots, court politics, emotional slow burn
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midnightstargazer · 7 months
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Occlumency Headcanon
A bad occlumens can't keep people out of their mind at all.
Harry is the obvious example here
A mediocre occlumens can keep people out, at least for a while, but it will be painfully obvious what's happening. You can protect a secret this way, but not tell a convincing lie.
Slughorn is like this. He can hide the true Horcrux memory, but he can't hide the fact that the memory was tampered with.
Also Draco in Half-Blood Prince; he's able to stop Snape from reading his mind, but Snape immediately knows Draco is hiding something.
A good occlumens can hide their secrets without hiding everything. The legilimens will not be able to tell that occlumency is being used unless they really start looking for signs of it.
I think Narcissa is doing this when she lies to Voldemort; he doesn't suspect her, so he doesn't look too deep, but I like to think she's also using occlumency and is good enough to use it without looking suspicious.
An extremely skilled occlumens can hide their secrets so thoroughly that the legilimens won't be able to tell they're lying even if they do get suspicious and start looking more closely.
Snape, obviously
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MC out here practicing legilimency in public for everyone to see💀
They can be really dumb sometimes🤦🏻‍♀️
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