Prompt 19 - Unbreakable Vow
@wolfstarmicrofic March 19, word count 391
Remus was tumbling through an old book of ancient magic that Sirius had stolen from his family library to give to Remus as a birthday present.
Remus was enjoying learning about all the old magics that he knew nothing about and learning a bit more in-depth about the ones he knew.
He flipped the page over and read the next spell, the Unbreakable Vow.
“My family tried to get me to make one of those one.” Sirius perched his head on Remus’s shoulder, making him jump. He’d been engrossed in his book.
Remus cleared his throat.
“What were they trying to get you to make a vow over?” He asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
“Oh, they wanted me to swear that I wouldn’t disgrace the House of Black.” He said as if it were a simple request.
“Godric, Sirius. Did you make it?” Remus could think of multiple ways Sirius had brought at least some disgrace to his family’s name since the summer.
“No, of course not. I’d be long dead by now. No, Great Uncle Alphard managed to get them to stop as he pointed out that any little slip-up and they’d be out an heir. It sucks for them because they ended up losing an heir anyway, but at least I live to bring disgrace to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black.” He nuzzled his nose into Remus’s neck. Remus snorted as Sirius’s hair tickled him. “Thanks for helping with that, by the way.” Remus pulled his head back and looked questioningly at Sirius.
“My family have no use for male family members who prefer the company of men and having you at my side, and nothing they can do about it must be making so many of my ancestors spin in their ridiculous mausoleum tombs.” Remus raised his eyebrows as mischief flashed in his eyes.
“Oh, so I’m a trophy gay? Just keeping me around to look good and annoy your family?” Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’s shoulders.
“Hmmm, yes. My incredibly sexy trophy boyfriend who just so happens to be gay. Who, I am about to take upstairs and allow him to disgrace my family name just a bit more.
Liking the sound of that, Remus shut his book and hurried after Sirius as they climbed the stairs to the boy’s dorms.
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Unbreakable - Ominis and Sebastian (Mentions of FemReader)
WARNINGS:
Spoilers For the Quest - In The Shadow of Time and mentions of death
Summary: After the events in the catacombs, Ominis knows there's only one way to ensure Sebastian can never repeat his mistake.
Word Count: ~1,500 words
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Ominis paces back and forth in the Undercroft as he awaits for Sebastian to arrive. He hates waiting. With nothing to occupy it, his mind tends to latch onto his more pressing thoughts and he replays what he’s about to say like a broken record. But, he’s not about to back down. He knows this is the only way for the both of them to move forward, or to part from one another once and for all - to put an end to this limbo they’re both fettered in.
The gate shutters open - freezing Ominis in place for a moment - and he turns towards the approaching footsteps.
“Ominis.” Sebastian’s hopeful voice sends a pang of agony through Ominis. They haven’t spoken since he convinced Anne to not turn in Sebastian. He’s conflicted - part of him is overjoyed to hear his friend but another, larger, part of him wants to yell and scream at him. To bang his fists against Sebastian’s chest and tell him what a fool he’s been.
“You wanted to speak to me?” Sebastian sounds optimistic - like nothing has happened. Ominis nearly wants to slip into that fantasy, but he refrains. It will do neither of them good.
“I do.” Ominis steps towards Sebastian. “I won’t spare you any niceties nor courtesies, and I’ll go straight to the point. I’m having a difficult time of this. Of you.”
“Oh.”
He can hear Sebastian deflate. He’s never heard him - his strong-headed, bigger than life friend - sound so feeble and small.
“You wish to mend our friendship and to revert back to how things were. But, that can never be.” Ominis’ lip curls, “It was more than just Solomon you killed that day, Sebastian. It was everything we have built as well. My trust. My faith. Destroyed! By your hands. You know this.” Ominis states - his body trembling.
“Is that what you’ve called me down here for? To lecture me?” Sebastian steps towards Ominis. “Well, go ahead. Have at it. I deserve it. I deserve whatever you wish to say to me.”
Ominis takes a deep breath, “I only wish to ask you something.”
“Anything.” He replies with no hesitation and in a near pleading tone. It’s hard for Ominis to snuff the sparks igniting his hope that maybe, just maybe, his friend - his brother - still remained.
“Did you mean your promise? When you said you wouldn’t partake in the Dark Arts ever again, did you mean it?” Ominis questions, his face stern and his foggy gaze aiming towards Sebastian.
Sebastian grimaces, but gives a sure nod, “I did. And I do mean it.”
“Then prove it.” Ominis holds out his arm. “Swear it.”
The air in the room shifts. It’s like a heavy blanket dropped over the two of them and Ominis can feel Sebastian staring at him - and his outstretched arm. He hears his stuttering, heavy breaths through the still silence.
“Ominis, what are you asking?” Sebastian whispers.
Ominis holds his head high and he directs his narrowed eyes towards Sebastian’s voice, “You’ve hurt so many people, Sebastian. In this selfish quest of yours, you’ve ruined all of us. Solomon. Yourself. Anne. Our dear friend. Me!” His voice cracks and he shakes his head to dispel the hurt and anguish that roars within him. “The devastation you’ve wrought, can never be undone. It has, and will forever, taint all of us.”
“This was never selfish!” Sebastian hisses. “I only did those things for-,”
“She never asked you to!” Ominis roars, silencing Sebastian. “Not once has she asked you to plunge yourself into the darkness which now eats away at your heart. She’s only needed you, Sebastian. That’s all Anne has ever wanted. Is you, to be by her side - her brother supporting her. Instead, you have all but pushed yourself as far away from her as possible. I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to be close to her again. You’ve all but killed her with what you’ve done.”
Ominis hears Sebastian’s sharp breath and he can smell the faint salt of tears from his silent cries. Ominis closes his eyes and calms himself.
“And I know you. Better than you know yourself. You’ll always be tempted. So, this is the only way. You know this.” Ominis shoves his outstretched arm towards Sebastian again.
Sebastian lets out an audible gasp, “You wish to make an Unbreakable Vow?”
Ominis’ nod is stiff and firm - leaving no room for questions, “I do. If you wish to remain in our lives, and to be our friend, our brother, again - then you will do this. You will make the vow to never, ever entertain the Dark Arts again. Or it will be the last thing you do.”
There’s a long silence and Ominis waits with bated breath for Sebastian’s choice. To have his most dreaded question - that he’s feared the answer to - answered, sends his heart thrashing against his ribs. A pressure slithers around his throat and squeezes tighter and tighter the longer the silence drags on.
Sebastian grabs Ominis’ arm in a strong grasp, “Very well. If this is what it will take. Then so be it.”
Ominis lets out a heavy breath then he aims his wand between their arms and begins the incantation. Tight, thin cords wrap around their joined arms and hands. It sears into his flesh - right past his clothes. They both tighten their grip onto the other’s forearms.
“Do you, Sebastian, swear to never intentionally partake, or indulge, in the Dark Arts again? Not even for Anne.”
Sebastian audibly swallows, “I swear.”
“Do you swear to never cast another Unforgivable Curse? Not even if your life, or someone else’s life, depended on it.”
“I swear. I will never use the Dark Arts again.” Sebastian replies with a surness that rekindles Ominis’ hope for him.
Ominis lets out a relieved breath - the spell sealing his promise - and their arms fall back to their sides.
Sebastian steps away as he flexes his hand, “What does this mean? For us?”
Ominis closes his eyes, “It means; it’s the start of something new.”
Ominis smiles, and Sebastian does the same.
“Thank you, Ominis.” Sebastian murmurs in a shaky voice. “For not giving up on me.”
Ominis has a sad smile and it twists his eyes to create a somber expression, “You never gave up on me. You never give up on anyone. It’s a trait I admire most in you - even now.”
Ominis steps towards Sebastian and places a strong hand on his shoulder, “I won’t let you suffer through this alone, Sebastian. We’re all here for you. We can all find a way to help Anne. You just have to trust, and believe, in that. Have faith that we will find a way.”
Sebastian puts his hand over Ominis’ and gives it a squeeze, “You sound just like our friend.”
Ominis grins with a slight laugh, “I suppose her optimism is quite infectious.”
Sebastian chuckles, “I think so.” He pauses with a frown, “Will you tell her what we’ve done?”
Ominis shakes his head - releasing his grasp on Sebastian, “No. This is between us.”
Sebastian nods, “Then between us, this shall remain.” He lowers his gaze, “I know this won’t completely fix everything. And I won’t stop trying to earn back your trust and your forgiveness. But, it does feel good to know you aren’t completely out of my life.”
Sebastian grabs both of Ominis’ shoulders, “You’re my brother, Ominis. You’re important to me. I know I haven’t treated you like it, and I will do everything I can from now on to make up for it. Because I do love you. And I hate this is what it took to make me realize it.”
Ominis almost can’t believe the sincerity in Sebastian’s words. He can’t recall there ever being a time when Sebastian was truly this heartfelt and earnest. The nagging voice in his head whispers to him that this is just Sebastian manipulating him once more. The burning threads of their vow still sting his skin and it’s enough to silence the doubt.
“The bond we share is far deeper than that of blood.” Ominis says. “You are my brother too, Sebastian. In every sense of the word. And I love you as well. With that, I will do my best to begin to forgive you. The road ahead will be difficult. But, I believe you’ll manage. I still believe in you, Sebastian.”
Sebastian has a small smile and lets out a slight cough, “Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll take my leave before we spill our hearts further.” He takes a step away from Ominis towards the exit.
Ominis laughs, “Perish the thought.” He heads towards the exit with Sebastian, “It should be dinner by now. And I can't think of a better way to begin our new friendship, than with a hearty meal.”
“Sounds like a wonderful idea.” Sebastian grins and follows after Ominis.
Ominis knows they can never regain what they once had. But, he believes, with all his heart, something else will bloom in its place. And for him, that’s enough.
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AN: I am aware that the MC is only mentioned here, but this will be an important piece for later. Got some big plans... big plans >:)
Honestly, this was really the only way I could see ominis and sebastian ever realistically being friends again. without the looming worry of seb doing the dark arts, that's the only way omi could ever try to heal their relationship together and to start to trust seb again. and for seb to make the big leap with this vow, just proves to omi that seb does want to change. but that's just my thoughts on that (i mean obvi that's my thoughts about it as i wrote a whole freaking piece about it idk why im even typing this out rn)
also the breaking bread/sharing a meal bit was probs on the nose, but eh whatever
As always, feedback is always welcomed, dm's always opened, and i love all of you semi-equally <3
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Breakup
[dramione microfic]
“So, while I understand this isn’t something you’ve chosen, we have to break up. I’m sorry Draco. But I can’t keep going on as we have when you’re just going to have to leave me to marry someone else.”
“I’m never marrying someone else, Granger. Never.”
“Your betrothal? Your father was adamant in his interview with Skeeter about needing to quote ‘quash the rumours about his son’s involvement with a certain Muggleborn because he was actually under contract to marry the youngest Greengrass by the end of the year’ end quote.”
The phrase ‘the youngest Greengrass’ has rankled Hermione. Like Astoria wasn’t a person either — just an appropriate commodity to facilitate the next generation of Malfoys. In Hermione’s considered opinion, Lucius Malfoy was the fucking worst.
“I’m never following that. Ever. In fact, I am done with every single bit of this Sacred Twenty-Eight pureblood fuckery. After the war, I cannot believe Father even had the stones to try to enforce it. So let me tell you what I did, Hermione,” he reached forward, pulling her into his arms as she gasped, his eyes serious as he gazed into hers. “I took an Unbreakable Vow that I will never marry anyone but you. I informed Lucius and once he’s done destroying all the furniture in his office, he’s going to start the process to pay off the Greengrasses. I will have no wife that isn’t you, Granger. Not in this lifetime.”
Hermione blinked rapidly, unable to track the turn the conversation had taken. She’d spent the entire morning crying after reading The Prophet’s cover story, before ultimately deciding it would be best for them both if she didn’t fight the inevitable. Meanwhile, Draco was off ensuring that he would literally die if forced to marry anyone else.
“I can’t believe you did that without asking me to marry you first!” she breathed, staggered by his actions and the risk he had taken to have the chance of being with her.
Draco blinked and looked unsure of himself for the first time. “I — oh shit, Granger, are you telling me — did you still want to break up?” His expression was panicked, his eyes worried.
“What? No! I never wanted to break up. I was just trying to be mature about it, but fuck that noise. We can go elope right now if you’d like.”
“I would. But since you will someday be Lady Malfoy, my preference would be for you to be as honoured as much as any other Malfoy bride.”
It was Hermione’s turn to look unsure as her eyes widened. Lady Malfoy wasn’t something she had previously considered. She sighed. “Do I have to?” She wasn’t sure if she was talking about the prospective wedding, the title or both.
“No. But it would please me greatly to see Lady Hermione Malfoy using the contents of our vaults for the good of the downtrodden.”
Now there was an aspect of his ridiculous family that had some appeal. “Granger-Malfoy,” she corrected almost without thinking.
Draco broke into a wide grin.
“Even better.”
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