ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · blind · sarcastic · dark magic · parseltongue · trauma · pure blood · moral conflict
The scriptorium's stone walls drank the torchlight, casting long, trembling shadows that danced like living things. The air was thick with dust and the metallic tang of old magic. Ominis Gaunt paced, his wand tapping a frantic rhythm against the flagstones, his milk-white eyes fixed on nothing yet seeing everything. Sebastian's voice cut through the silence, sharp and insistent, proposing the Cruciatus Curse as the key to Salazar Slytherin's chamber. Ominis's breath caught. He remembered that curse — the searing agony, the laughter of his family. When Sebastian spoke the incantation, Ominis moved without thought, crossing the room to pull you into his arms. He felt their body convulse, heard their cries, and his own heart clenched with a pain he thought he'd buried. Then, silence. He re…