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For the first time in a long while your house, Ravenclaw, won the House Cup. You passed your O.W.L.s with flying colors and finally felt relieved. This time last year Professor Fig was sent by the ministry to teach you traditional magic and you didn’t have a single boring moment since. Ranrok was defeated. Rookwood was dead. Harlow was in Azkaban. There were no more enemies, you could finally go home.

You felt a tap on your shoulder. You barely turned around when you felt Poppy embrace you.

“Congratulations!” she shouted while pulling away. “What will you do now? Any vigilante activities planned this summer?”

“No,” you answered with a sigh. “I think I need some time away from all the action. Will just go home, I missed my parents. What about you?”

“Well, I might have something exciting happen to me. Natty said she might teach me how to become an animagus, would you like to join?”

“That does sound tempting, do you live anywhere near London?”

“No, but we can still visit each other!”

Your conversation was interrupted by Garreth Weasley beckoning both of you over. Next to him was Natty, but before you could head their way someone else grabbed your hand.

“A minute, please, Seraphine,” you heard Leander Prewett say.

“Yes?”

“I heard you said you live in London, well, so do I, so I thought maybe if you’re not too busy this summer, fighting trolls, or whatever it is you do, maybe you’d like to meet up sometime?” he was strangely nervous and avoided looking directly into your eyes. “We probably won’t be able to play Summoner's Court, but we can still do something Ministry-approved…”

“Sure,” you smiled kindly, though you were surprised where this sudden friendliness came from, as you both barely interacted over the whole year. “Just send me an owl and we can arrange something.”

Leander perked up, then awkwardly shook your hand and scurried away. You were about to head towards Poppy, Natty, and Garreth, who all seemed to be having a lively discussion, but someone else caught your eye. It was Ominis Gaunt, standing next to the Slytherin table, having a conversation with Sebastian. This was the first time you saw both of them interact since you decided not to turn Sebastian in. They both seemed quite upset and instinctually you moved towards them.

“…We might not get to stay at my home, but we can still find a place together, Ominis. I mailed our neighbors in Feldcroft, they moved to Hogsmeade a few months ago and they say they’d appreciate it if I kept their house in good shape. We could stay there, and Anne would be nearby.” You heard Sebastian say.

But Ominis’ face was gloomily pointed down. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Sebastian, but I don’t think I’m ready for us to get back on those terms. Nor do I want to impose myself on Anne. And you should be giving her space, too,” his voice was firm when he said it. Only then he felt your presence and faced you, his expression softening. “Oh, Seraphine, congratulations on a House Cup win. Well deserved.”

“Thank you, Ominis,” you smiled at him. “Sebastian,” you addressed the other boy with a more formal tone. You were great friends this whole year, but what he did definitely turned the relationship sour, and you weren’t ready to fully forgive and forget. He let out a faint smile at you and excused himself, leaving you and Ominis alone, in silence.

“He told me about your family situation,” you decided to break the silence first. “And I just want you to know, that you don’t have to go back there. Nor do you have to stay with Sebastian if you’re not ready. You are more than welcome to stay with me.”

Ominis seemed deeply touched by your words, but quickly got more serious. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose. Besides, maybe your parents would not approve,” he shook his head.

“I already asked them, it’s truly alright if you stayed with us,” you lied, but you were sure they wouldn’t mind. Your parents have always been very understanding, even when you first showed signs of magic, or when Professor Fig practically stayed all summer helping you to catch up with your studies.

You could see Ominis’ internal debate, somewhat hoping that he would agree. You liked Ominis. Out of him and Sebastian, he was definitely a calmer, more sensitive, far more reasonable one. Besides, after the little that you knew about his family there was no way you could’ve let him return to them.

“But, and please do not take it the wrong way,” he finally spoke, “but are your parents not Muggles? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, just wondering how they would feel with a wizard, and a boy too, staying with them.” He blushed a little, but you understood what he meant.

“Do not worry, we have a spare room that Professor Fig stayed in, so they’re used to magic and magical guests,” you answered with a smile.

“But…” he struggled to find the right words, shuffling uncomfortably in one spot. “I never interacted with Muggles before… besides… you know… Maybe it’s best that I don’t.”

You realized what he was so afraid of. His only interactions with Muggles were his family’s torture sessions. But Ominis was nothing like that, you knew that the moment he revealed his history with Crucio in Slytherin’s Scriptorium.

“Yes, they are a bit different from wizards, but I swear this is the only issue you’ll encounter. I’m sorry, Ominis, but there is absolutely no reason you could give me that would prove to me that you’d rather spend a whole summer with your family than with us. So, quit with excuses and just say yes,” you responded firmly.

His face showed concern, but you saw that your words definitely had an effect.

“Alright then, if they truly don’t mind, I would appreciate it,” he finally relented.

But before you could say anything else you were approached by Professors Weasley, Hecat, Ronen, and Sharp. “Seraphine, may we speak with you, just in the nearby room,” Weasley addressed you in a friendly tone.

You quickly said goodbye to Ominis and followed the professors to a secluded room near the Great Hall.

“Is anything the matter, professor?” you asked, feeling anxiety build up. What could it be now?

Professors looked at each other, seeing which one will speak first. It was Professor Weasley, “You definitely proved yourself very capable this last year, defeating foes that few adult wizards could handle. But we fear that there are still enough enemies that would gladly see their leaders avenged.”

“Aurors are working on catching the rest of Ranrok’s rebels and Rookwood’s gang, but there are many more out there,” Professor Sharp interrupted. “We do not think it is safe for you to go back home.”

“What?” you gasped.

“Don’t worry, we already contacted your parents and prepared a safe and comfortable place for you all to stay in. The one that dark goblins and wizards would know nothing about,” Professor Ronen spoke, with his usual positive demeanor. “Just think of it as a holiday in a new place… and with fewer chances to socialize.”

Noticing your confused face Professor Hecat explained, “We put powerful protection charms around the safe house where you and your parents will be staying. It just means that neither of you will be able to go wandering about, but the place is sufficient in size…”

“And has a lovely garden,” Professor Ronen added.

“Yes,” Professor Hecat glared at him, “plenty of space for you all to stay comfortably until it is deemed safe, and you can get back to school for your 6^th year.”

It was clear from their demeanor that this meeting was just to inform you, not to wait for your agreement, but noticing your concerned face Professor Weasley asked, “Is there anything else you might want to ask?”

“Yes… In fact, it’s more of a request,” you answered, choosing your words carefully. “I have already promised Ominis Gaunt that he will be able to stay with me… my family… this summer. I don’t know if any of you are aware…”

“Yes, you don’t have to explain anything about Gaunts,” Professor Hecat cut you off.

“Well,” you continued, “then you do understand why I might be reluctant to let my friend down. We may be going to a new place, but I hope that Ominis could still stay as our guest.”

Professors all exchanged looks. It was impossible to guess their answer.

“Is Ominis aware of your… special situation?” Professor Weasley inquired.

“He knows a fair bit,” you answered coyly, realizing that none of them know about your adventures with him and Sallow.

“Most importantly, would you be able to explain to him the importance of following our safety rules?” Professor Hecat asked.

But before you could answer Professor Sharp interrupted, “Ominis Gaunt is a capable and dutiful young man, very principled and good-natured. Nothing like what his family name might suggest. I see no reason, if he is alright with our terms, for him to not be able to have a friendly stay at Miss Vector’s.”

After a pause, Professor Weasley said, “Well, then, you may ask Ominis to join you, and if he agrees, and most importantly if your family will, he can stay as your guest. But you both must obey the safety guidelines, understood?”

“Yes, Professor,” you said excitedly.

“Very well, then. You may go and celebrate with your friends and let us know if Mr. Gaunt will be joining you. We shall arrange your safe passage.”

All the professors left the room, Professor Ronen even giving you a friendly wink, and you realized that it might be a bit more difficult persuading Ominis to stay over now.

A few days passed, and you got a letter from your parents saying that they truly do not mind Ominis Gaunt staying with you all summer. You had to give them Muggle-friendly reasoning as to why he couldn’t go back home so that part was easy. Talking Ominis through changed circumstances was a bit more difficult, but after some persuasion, he agreed, and you both now sat awkwardly aboard Hogwarts Express. Next to you was Professor Hecat. Next to Ominis was Professor Sharp. With such company, the only thing left to safely discuss was the view outside the window, but you doubted that Ominis could contribute much.

Instead, you reflected on your past year. Experiencing Crucio, Sebastian killing his uncle, Professor Fig dying… And then having to sit through exams, too. Just after them, you were visited by a few Ministry people, who were thoroughly interested in your abilities to see traces of Ancient Magic. But you didn’t tell them that you chose to hide the Repository in a secret location, instead lying that Ranrok used it up before you defeated him. They were still curious about your abilities and you weren’t sure if it won’t prove to be a problem later. But that was something to worry about in the future. You still had a whole summer to look forward to, and two more years of Hogwarts.

The safe house wasn’t as spacious as your parent’s townhouse in London, but it was still a cozy place with a back garden and river view. The house was on the edge of a cute, tiny Cotswolds village, with no wizards around, as Hecat pointed out. Downstairs had a lovely kitchen, drawing room, dining room, bathroom, as well as your parent’s master bedroom. Upstairs were both your and Ominis’ bedrooms. The first evening you two barely had a chance to speak, as your parents wanted to know everything about Hogwarts. You had already told Ominis to avoid any stories about the dangerous adventures you had, but he was too busy observing everything around to talk much.

Your mom’s cooking was the most fascinating thing for him. It took solid ten minutes for her to even begin, as he insisted on helping out, but she was adamant that “poor blind boy”, as she called him in a letter, would not exert himself over anything. Your dad was fascinated by Ominis’ ability to freely move around by using his wand for guidance.

“So, does that stick help you to see?” he asked during dinner.

“Not quite, it’s a bit difficult to describe,” Ominis answered.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you swiftly reassured your friend. “Father, we already talked about this, it’s just magic.”

“No, it’s alright, I can try,” Ominis rushed to correct you. “A wizard forms a special bond with their wand. It has some sort of sentience, but not many notice it. My wand guides me, it feels like a gentle pull. Sometimes I can tell the shape of a person or an object. So, I am sort of aware of my surroundings, including the people. Just cannot see their features, or colors, like eyes or hair. I can also read by feeling the letters pressed into parchment.”

“So, this is how you recognized me outside the Undercroft!” you exclaimed.

He smiled, apologetically, “Yes, you do have quite a different shape from Sebastian.”

Your mom clapped excitedly, “Oh, how wonderful! If only cousin Bertie had your wand, the poor man couldn’t find his way in his own house.”

“I don’t see why, he lived there for 50 years before getting cataracts,” your father scoffed.

Dinner went by pleasantly and you both retired upstairs to your respective rooms. But before he disappeared you spoke, “Just in case you want to know, I have auburn hair. And violet eyes. They’re not very common, our family doctor called it a mutation. Maybe that’s why I was such a late bloomer, magically…”

You saw a tiny smile form at the corners of his lips. “Thank you,” he said in a low, gentle voice, “I was wondering. Goodnight, Seraphine.”

“Goodnight, Ominis.”

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Time went by quickly in the safe house. During the days your parents found ways to entertain you both. Your father quickly bonded with Ominis, as your dad was fascinated by the boy’s magical skills, and Ominis was fascinated by all the Muggle objects, from the stove to a bicycle that your father was constructing. You also introduced him to Muggle literature, and he got quite fond of Jules Verne’s books.

You both got to talk more, too, and you quickly grew to appreciate how intelligent, empathetic, and surprisingly funny he is. One of his most endearing habits was his ability to fall asleep anywhere, anytime. A few times you caught him delightfully snoozing, book resting on his chest, or softly snoring curled up in an armchair. He did explain that not seeing daylight made it a bit difficult to sleep at appropriate times.

You also found out more about his family. Things that so far only Sebastian knew. Gaunts were a cruel family, avoiding Azkaban by sheer luck and connections. Besides aunt Noctua, whose bones you found in the Scriptorium, Ominis also had an uncle who married Headmaster Black’s sister. Through them, Ominis had one cousin, Juno, who graduated from Hogwarts the year before your 5th. You already saw Ominis’ younger, arrogant sister, who he always tried to tease when he had the chance. Not that she didn’t deserve it. But he also had a couple of older siblings, both as sadistic as their parents. Nerona Gaunt was the oldest. A highly capable witch, she was her father’s favorite simply because of her incredible talent for the dark arts. She was twenty years old and engaged to be married to Adolphus Carrow this very summer. Growing up in her shadow was Ominis’ older brother Marvolo. Eighteen years old, he barely graduated from Hogwarts a year ago and, according to Ominis, was “as stupid and cruel as a troll”. Marvolo always felt overshadowed by his older sister, developing views about women that would be considered outdated even by ancient Muggle standards. Because of that, he tended to side with his younger brother, even showing him the Undercroft. Ominis revealed that while Marvolo’s bullying was more physical, emotionally and mentally torturous Nerona was the one he feared more.

You appreciated his honesty and one warm summer evening you decided to finally tell him everything about what happened throughout the school year, and before. Even more than you told Sebastian. It felt great to finally unload.

“Unbelievable…” he exclaimed after you finished your story. “But does explain a lot.”

“I hope you understand why I never told you any of it earlier,” you said apologetically.

“Oh, I do. Don’t worry about it, your secrets are safe with me,” he said kindly, touching your hand, but immediately drew away. “How much does Sebastian know?” he quickly asked.

“A bit less. He knows of my abilities and the whole Ranrok-Rookwood thing, just no details,” you replied.

He sat silently for a bit, deep in thought, then said, “Probably for the best. He might’ve pushed you to help Anne even more than he did.”

“I could never do to Anne what Isidora did to all those people.”

It was a perfect evening for these sorts of conversations. The air was sweet and warm, you could hear the cicadas and the frogs create their symphony, and the rays of the setting sun painted the garden golden.

“I wish you could see what I see,” you said your thoughts out loud and immediately regretted it. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult.”

“You didn’t,” he replied softly. “But I would appreciate it if you could describe it to me.”

You did your best to tell him about the golden sunset light, and how the flowers in the garden slowly closed their petals to prepare for the night. How lazy the river streamed, carrying the leaves of the willow trees like tiny boats. And the minuscule freckles of dust and pollen, shining in the sunlight like fairy wisps. When you finished, you both sat in silence, until the sun hid behind the hills and dusk set in.

“I don’t mind being blind,” he suddenly spoke. “I’d say I adapted quite well. Besides, I’d rather not see some things, growing up with my family. But there are some limitations to what I can do. I cannot swim or fly, or apparate. Or be with someone romantically.”

“Well, I don’t know about that last one. There’s nothing about being blind that could prevent love,” you rushed to reassure him.

“You’re still new to the wizarding world, but a lot of young witches see any form of disability as a hereditary curse,” he uttered gloomily.

You were about to say “I don’t”, but managed to catch yourself in time. Instead, you just said, “Any witch would be foolish not to like you, Ominis.”

His expression was unreadable, shielded by the dusk, but you could swear you saw his eyes light up just a little.

July 17^th was your birthday and you finally turned sixteen. An owl, sent by Professor Weasley, carried a huge parcel full of letters and gifts from all of your friends from Hogwarts, and a brief but sweet congratulations card from Ms. Weasley herself. Poppy sent a long letter describing her progress of becoming an animagus (yet unsuccessful) and added a Mandrake leaf just in case you wanted to try it yourself. Natty’s letter was brief, but touching, and she sent a Ugandan good luck charm as a gift. Leander complained in his letter about being forbidden to visit you but wished you a lovely birthday and added a never dying rose as a gift. Sebastian mostly talked about his own failed attempts at reconciling with Anne and issues of living alone, sending the stench of the dead as a gift “for your potions”, showing you that he perhaps had more encounters with the Inferi.

There was just you, Ominis, and your parents, but everything was great regardless. Your mom baked a delicious sponge cake, while your dad gifted you the bike that he was working on. But there was one gift that made your heart skip a beat.

“I got you something as well,” Ominis said after you were done with the cake and were lazily enjoying the sunny garden. “It’s not new, so if you don’t like it, don’t worry about it, it’s just that you mentioned wanting to read some wizard literature…” he mumbled.

“Calm down, Ominis, I’m sure I will love whatever it is,” you reassured him as you unwrapped the parcel paper it was covered in.

Inside was a book. Not just any, but the one you saw Ominis carrying while in Hogwarts and mention repeatedly when both of you discussed literature. It was his own, well-read copy of

The Witch’s Astrolabe – an adventure story that was a mix of magic and romance. You touched the worn cover and felt your eyes well up.

“Ominis,” you uttered. “This is a wonderful gift, thank you.”

Worry on his face got immediately replaced by relief, “I wanted to order you a new copy, but…”

“This one is perfect,” you interrupted him. And it was. Ominis didn’t let on, but his family, despite being purebloods, were not well-off. On numerous occasions he himself described their house as a “run-down shack”. Most of his personal money came from a tiny inheritance that his aunt Noctua secretly left him, ensuring that he gets her Gringotts vault key while at Hogwarts, so her greedy siblings wouldn’t take it all. But there wasn’t much, and you knew he had to be frugal about his spending, hardly ever going to Hogsmeade and pretty much never buying anything for himself. Once on passing Sebastian mentioned that Ominis and his siblings got their clothing and school supplies covered by the Black family, especially after one of them became the school’s headmaster. So, for Ominis to gift something so precious, so personal to you… it made you feel something, as if butterfly’s wings fluttered in your stomach.

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Something changed in the way you saw Ominis after your birthday. Suddenly you began to notice what a fine figure he has, especially when wearing loose casual shirts. You also began to admire his hands, handsome face adorned with beauty marks, like stellar constellations, blond hair, that he kept neat but towards the evening becoming more disheveled… And eyes, those mysterious cloudy moons that seemed to shine whenever he looked at you. Or so you thought.

You started to notice the tiniest details about him. The way he always passed the food to you first despite your mom handing it directly to him. Or how he would pretend to be disappointed after you beat him in chess, but a small smile gave away that he was happy for you. How he seemed so content and at peace when he slept. Or when he would instinctively try to hold your hand, but pulled back each time, blushing slightly. Whenever you spoke, he seemed so interested in what you had to say, that he practically leaned toward you.

You both had a fair bit in common. You both were quite reserved, preferring order and structure over chaos. Both of you had a similar, slightly sarcastic, sense of humor, and would often crack each other up. Your values aligned, too. You both had a disdain for dark magic, though you thought that it is better to know and not use, while he thought it’s better to not know at all. But there were no disagreements or arguments when such debates occurred, as you both respected each other’s opinion far too much.

“I finished it!” you proudly declared when entering his room one rainy Autumn afternoon.

“And? What do you think?” he perked up, placing down Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea that he was reading.

“I loved it!” you exclaimed, but his face turned to concern.

“Oh no,” he replied. “I hear it in your voice, you didn’t like it.”

“That’s not true,” you said apologetically while sitting down next to him on the floor. “It’s just… The ending…”

“What’s wrong with the ending? It makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? The astrolabe was the map all along, she couldn’t use her magic because of the enchanted shield, and Rushford was perfectly reasonable when he decided to conceal his true identity from her…” he passionately ranted.

“Oh, I agree with all of this, but… it makes no sense for her to leave him,” you explained.

Ominis paused a little, realizing that you meant the romance storyline. “Well,” he finally spoke, “does it really not make sense? He was from the Ruewind clan and her father was killed by one of them.”

“Yes, but after everything they went through together, why would it matter? His relationship with the clan was only through his family, and they were both fully ready to abandon everything to be together,” you disagreed.

“But that simply doesn’t work in the real world. He had to replace his father as the Ruewind clan leader, and she had to train the next generation of astrolabe guardians. They couldn’t just abandon everything.”

“I suppose so…”

You both sat in silence for a bit. Then you smiled and said, “Well, other than the romance I thought it was great.”

Ominis laughed, clearly in an elated mood, and you both spent the rest of the afternoon discussing various scenes of The Witch’s Astrolabe or how Captain Nemo of Jules Verne’s story would fare in Hogwarts Lake.

It warmed your heart to sit with him like this, completely unbothered by any real-life problems, in a cozy room while the rain poured outside. You could stay like this forever.

Ominis’ presence invaded your sleep, too. Every night you dreamt of holding his soft hands, or him proclaiming his love to you. And would wake up disappointed that it was all not real.

For little that you know that you weren’t the only one being visited by Cupid in your sleep.

It was only the first few weeks in the safe house when Ominis began to feel the strange flutter in his stomach whenever you spoke or were near him. He could smell your intoxicating scent, mixed with flowers and fresh summer wind while you both spent time in the garden. He saw the outline of your figure, and it drove him mad, as there was no way that he could ever let on how he really felt about you.

Mornings were his favorite time of the day. This was when you walked downstairs, like a gust of fresh air, knocking out the cold and dark and bringing in the summer. Those moments made his heart race and he had to fight the urge to take a hold of your hand or to bury his face in your hair.

The worst part of the day was when your bedroom door closed, and it felt incredibly empty and cold like cool winter winds blowing away the sunshine. He had no idea what you looked like, and it didn’t matter to him one bit, but in his mind, you, your shape, were the most beautiful thing in the world.

It was both paradise and torture. There were few moments in his life as happy as this time spent with you, but he knew he couldn’t just pull you close and drown in your embrace. You were just there, but he didn’t think that you would ever feel the way he does. Ominis knew your birthday was approaching but there was nothing he could give you that would convey how he felt without being too obvious. Nor could he order anything, as safety rules forbade him from disclosing your address or using owls to communicate. So, he found some old parcel paper and wrapped his most precious possession, his favorite book given to him by his aunt Noctua, to give to you.

Ominis felt a pinch of jealousy when he found out what Leander sent you. But that soon got replaced by relief when he noticed you paying little attention to it. His heart sank again when you opened his gift.

He couldn’t tell your expression, so he tried to listen to any indication. He heard you let out a quiet gasp. A positive one perhaps? Indeed, you were quick to confirm what he most wanted to hear.

That rainy August afternoon when you sat there discussing the plot of the book all he wanted to do was lean forward and kiss you. But fear of rejection held him back. And so you both sat there, so close, yet too far apart.

It was a bit more than a week left before the new school year and Professor Weasley mailed you both your school supplies. The idea that you will have to leave your perfect little isolated world seemed too surreal. Here it seemed that there were just two of you in the whole universe. In Hogwarts, surrounded by friends and other students, separated into different houses… you feared that you might never have the same precious moments with Ominis again.

The anguish wasn’t made any better by some angel-voiced woman singing from across the river. She used to sing occasionally throughout the summer, but most of her songs were classic opera arias. The song she sang over the past few days was different. It was a calm, angelic melody, a story told in song. She sang of her love lost, begging for him to return. Of how she would accept him for who he is, good or bad, and how she could never experience joy again if he’s not in her life. The song spoke to your soul and clenched at your heart, and Ominis seemed drawn to it, too, with both of you listening to the voice coming through an open window.

“Those vaudevillian songs again, does she not have some theatre to practice?” your father complained while closing the window.

“I like it,” your mother said casually. “She has a lovely voice.”

“For a chicken,” father grumbled.

The next night you could not fall asleep. The song echoed in your head, making you think how you were about to lose any chance to express your feelings to Ominis, but unable to do it anyway. And that’s when you heard it again. That angelic voice from across the river, singing your song. You couldn’t lay still anymore, you had to walk somewhere, anywhere, if only for a glass of water.

But when you opened your bedroom door there stood Ominis. He was still wearing his day clothes, but his suspenders were down, and his shirt completely loosened. His hair and skin shone like silver in the moonlight that came out the bay window. He had his wand up, its red light matching your heartbeat, and his cloudy eyes, like two stars, followed the outline of your whole body, from loose disheveled hair and thin nightgown, to bare feet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you,” he muttered, turning around.

“Ominis, wait,” you pleaded. You saw his body tense up, but when he turned around his expression was softer than ever. “Can we talk?” you asked, sitting on the sill of the bay window. He slowly sat next to you, so close that you could feel the heat emanate from his skin, and it made you shiver.

“Are you cold?” he asked gently, taking your hands in his palms. His touch, like lightning, ran through your body. You shook your head but gripped his hands harder in case he thought of letting go.

“I…” you started, no longer trying to contain your thoughts, “I fancy you, Ominis. Very much.”

You didn’t dare to look up at his face, choosing instead to focus on his hands. But he gently lifted your chin with one hand, making the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

“I like you too, Seraphine,” he replied in a whisper and leaned forward.

You could feel his breath mix with yours and it turned your mind hazy. All you could hear is both of your hearts beating loudly and the faint melody coming from outside. You closed your eyes and leaned forward too till your lips were barely touching, drinking in the scent of his skin. All sounds seized to exist, and it seemed that time itself stopped at that moment. He just needs to move a little bit toward you and your lips would collide…

But instead, he pulled back, releasing your face and hand.

“No, it’s not right,” he muttered.

“What do you mean?” you asked, frustrated.

“We’re playing with fire. It won’t end well. It can’t end well,” he responded, painfully.

“I don’t understand, Ominis.”

“Don’t you see?” he exclaimed, turning slightly away from you. “We are like Ameia and Rushford. You are Muggle-born, I’m a Gaunt. My family are horrible, terrible people. My little snitch of a sister is in Hogwarts. My aunt’s brother is the headmaster. It would never work. If my family found out about yours… I just can’t let that happen.”

“Ominis,” you interrupted his train of thought, “frankly, you’re being quite silly right now.” He turned to you as you continued, “I fought the most dangerous goblin over the past hundred or so years. I fought Inferi, trolls, acromantulas, you name it. Both Harlow and Rookwood tried to Avada Kedavra me, and one is now dead and the other is in Azkaban, getting his soul slowly sucked out by Dementors. I know what it feels like to experience Crucio. And I think I have proven that I am more than capable of defending myself and others.”

You saw that he was considering your words, but before you could add anything he spoke again, “You are very kind. And probably the most powerful witch of our generation. Your family is lovely, too. So, I cannot get you involved with my lot. I’m not as good of a person as you take me for…”

You tried to hold his arm as he turned away from you, but that had little effect.

“I know about your past, but you shouldn’t be defined by it. I used the Unforgiveable spells, too. I assisted Sebastian in his quest even when I knew he was wrong. I don’t know what kind of person you take me for, but I’m not perfect either, Ominis. At least give me a chance,” you pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but it wouldn’t be right… I can’t…” he replied, yet you felt deep sadness in his voice.

You released his arm and you both just sat there for a minute. You noticed that the song stopped, and the usual night sounds replaced it. There was a faint noise of your dad snoring.

“There’s only a week left before school, I think that I should go back home, it won’t be so bad…” he muttered.

“Are you really trying to tell me that spending a week under one roof with me is worse than your sadistic family?” you replied, annoyed at his suggestion.

“No, that’s not what I…” he began apologetically, but you cut him off, “Then it is out of the question. I see no reason why one week could be so terrible. We are both friends, we are both civil, I do not want to hear you even bring up that nonsensical idea.”

You stood up and turned to your room. “Goodnight, Ominis,” you said in a slightly softer tone but went inside before he even replied.

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“Well, they were right there in the village cemetery, there were children around, what was I supposed to do, just let them be? Anyway, I only used the spells they teach at Hogwarts, I swear,” Sebastian explained lively about the nature of the gift he sent you. “Would’ve been nice to get any letters from you two,” he added.

“Well, you know…” you started explaining, but Sebastian cut you off, “Yes, I know, I know, the rules and all.”

You and Ominis barely interacted over the last week. On the train, you sat with Poppy, Garreth, and Leander, though the latter’s presence and chattiness prevented you from having any proper talk with Poppy. You reunited with your other friends over the ceremony, but only the next day did you get a chance to chat with Sebastian. He wasn’t as cocky as he used to be, but you could still bask in his extroverted presence. Apparently, he had little success in communicating with Anne, but he remained hopeful.

“So, anyway, how was your summer? Did anything fun?” Sebastian asked.

You felt your cheeks go red and tried to avoid even looking at Ominis.

“No,” Ominis answered casually.

“All summer and you two did nothing? Not even left the safe house for a little wander?” Sebastian shook his head in disbelief.

“We read some books,” you said, trying to keep your voice as nonchalant as possible.

Sebastian sighed before replying, “Look what you did to this girl, Ominis, she used to go fighting spiders and wolves.”

Ominis coughed a little over the first half of that sentence. You hurried to respond, “Maybe I deserved a holiday from all the action, don’t you think? People died, Sebastian.”

That seemed to shut him up, and you heard Ominis sigh with relief.

You were eating an apple you took from the kitchens and lazily blasted wooden boxes in the Undercroft when Sebastian showed up. Without saying hello he approached you and, in a conspiracy tone, said, “Something’s up with Ominis.”

“How?” you feigned ignorant, taking a huge bite of the apple.

“I don’t know, I hoped you could tell me. Did something weird happen over the summer?” Sebastian inquired.

You choked on the apple, ungracefully spitting some of it out. Your freckled friend stepped back to avoid getting splattered by half-chewed bits.

You tried to come up with an answer and get air into your lungs but could only do one at a time.

“Merlin’s beard, Seraphine, maybe take a smaller bite next time, I don’t know any unblocking spells,” Sebastian noted, with slight concern.

With your eyes welled up from choking you finally answered, “No, not that I know of. Why? What’s wrong with him, anyway? He seems normal to me.”

“Maybe he was like that all summer then, because he for sure is not his usual normal self, and I will find out why. But I’ll need your help,” he said in a determined voice.

“Maybe he’s just getting over last year? It was pretty traumatic for him,” you hurried to suggest.

Sebastian thought for a second but then replied, “No, this is something else. Something is bothering him. If it was about last year, he would take it out on me or tell me about it. Instead, he’s being a secretive little diricawl. I need to know what’s up, and you will help me.”

“What do you want me to do? If a fellow doesn’t want to talk, I don’t see how I can make him,” you responded, slightly irritated.

“You always had a way with him,” Sebastian pleaded, causing your cheeks to flush. “Just work your usual magic.”

“Ugh, fine,” you said, bombarding a set of boxes.

You knew the issue had to be solved before Sebastian starts putting two-and-two together, so you wandered around Hogwarts’ corridors hoping to find Ominis alone. Finally, near the dungeon’s bathroom, you managed to stop him.

“Is it urgent, Seraphine? I really have to go,” he said.

“Don’t worry, it will only take a minute,” you rolled your eyes. “It’s about Sebastian.”

“What about him?” he seemed genuinely confused.

“I don’t know what you two chat about, but you better try a bit harder to pretend you had a perfectly normal summer,” you responded.

“Oh,” he understood. “He pestered you, too. I don’t know what else can I do, I told him pretty much everything about our summer, other than the obviously unmentionable part…”

“I don’t know then, but if you don’t want him to ask more questions, can you at least try to be more… normal around him?” you asked, hands crossed.

He sighed and leaned against the wall. “You know, it’s not easy for me to be normal, as you so kindly said, with you around…” he noted.

Your heart fluttered but you didn’t let on. “How is it my fault, though, Ominis? You were the one who said we shouldn’t be more than friends,” you replied in a hushed voice, as some kid rushed to the loo past you both.

“Seraphine…” he sighed, rubbing his nose bridge, looking insanely handsome.

“Anyway, he seems determined to find out what’s up with you, so please fix it somehow. The last thing I want is for Sebastian to mock us both for it if it comes out,” you said quietly and hurried away before he could respond.

Being near him was too uncomfortable. He was absolutely magnetic, and the longer you stood nearby the more you just wanted to jump into his arms. But you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You had to tell someone, and there was only one person you could trust to keep it hush hush…

Natty listened intently to your retelling of the whole Ominis situation, her face, to your relief, showing no judgment. After you were done telling how he pushed you away, she clicked her tongue, annoyed. “That boy is just silly,” she waved her hand, all worked up. But, noticing your face, she got more serious and took your hand. “I don’t think it’s enough of a reason to pass down a girl such as yourself. Trust me, he said he likes you, he won’t be able to resist very long,” Natty reassured you.

“I don’t know… he seems quite determined to interact as little as possible with me,” you mumbled, upset.

She then thought for a minute and asked, “Do you want to be with him? Truly?”

“Yes,” you replied with confidence.

“Well, you can either try talking to him again or…” she paused, slyly.

“Or?”

“Or you show him what he’s missing out.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just be open to other boys’ advances. Nothing cures indecisiveness quite like jealousy,” Natty replied with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

“I don’t know,” you felt reluctant. “What if it will have the opposite effect and he will think I moved on?”

“Hmm, good point. But then there is one thing to do – do not let him avoid you.”

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Since that talk with Natty, you tried to be a quiet presence Ominis simply couldn’t avoid. One time you noticed him having issues with his wand, as it refused to flicker its usual red. He kept smacking it against his leg as if it could fix it.

“Let me help you,” you said softly, taking his hand.

“I’m alright, it will start working soon, I know it will,” he responded, pulling his hand away.

“Come on, Ominis, I’m just trying to help.”

He debated but eventually allowed you to lead him to the Potion’s classroom, but under the condition that you would not hold his hand.

But that wasn’t the only thing that bothered you.

Ever since the summer ended Leander Prewett tried to get your attention in any way he could, but usually, you both were busy and tended to not run into each other. However, recently he seemed to go out of his way to talk to you, going to such ridiculous lengths as hanging around the Ravenclaw tower. Today he seemed particularly determined to chat, and somehow way more nervous than usual, his forehead glistening with sweat throughout the entire Charms lesson.

“Seraphine, may I have a moment?” he asked as you were leaving the classroom.

“Sure, Leander, what is the matter?” you responded politely.

He led you to a quieter nook, and you saw Natty pass by, with a curious expression on her face.

“I-um… I actually wanted to ask you this for a while now… You see…” he shuffled uncomfortably as he tried to gather his words. “I think you are a great witch and a great person,” he finally exclaimed.

“Why, thank you, Leander,” you didn’t know what else to say.

“Well, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you to join me for some tea in Steepley & Sons this Friday afternoon?” he spilled out nervously.

You could not believe how you completely missed all the signs that Leander might have a crush on you. But now that it was so open it seemed beyond obvious. Before your brain had time to weigh all the pros and cons, your mouth already spoke, “Sure, that would be lovely.”

Is there a way to Avada Kedavra yourself?

Poppy and Natty covered their ears as you shrieked in frustration. They met you in one of the abandoned rooms in the castle walls, as you wanted a place where you could privately scream your own brains out.

Poppy, who got a short recap of the situation, found the whole thing unbelievably funny, while Natty showed more concern.

“What am I going to do?? Ominis will NEVER understand if I’ll go on a date with another boy!” you screamed, frustrated at yourself.

“I don’t see a problem,” said Poppy, casually. “Either he will get jealous and come running after you, or he won’t and then you can move on to a boy who actually likes you.”

“But I don’t like him!” you yelled.

“Don’t listen to her. There’s still time before Friday, you should go and talk to Ominis about it,” Natty offered more reasonable advice.

“Oh, and what will I say? Hey, Ominis, Leander invited me on a date, and I agreed, but do you want to be together?” you commented sarcastically while burying your head in your hands.

“No, but you could discuss first if there’s really no chance for you two. Because if not, then you might as well go out with Leander,” Poppy responded in a more serious tone.

“Even if I don’t like him?” you asked, defeated.

“It doesn’t matter. No one says you’ll have to date Leander. You’re just going to have some tea and a chat with him. If you end up not liking him you can always tell him that after,” Poppy replied.

Natty nodded in agreement, “It’s true, simply going on a date doesn’t mean you two are a couple.”

You sighed, frustrated, but you also knew that this was the best course of action.

You found Ominis alone in the Undercroft – perfectly timed, as your date with Leander was supposed to be tomorrow.

“Hello, Seraphine,” he greeted you in his newly adopted purely friendly tone, but you saw him get nervous when you got closer.

“I need to talk to you, Ominis, it cannot go on like this forever,” you hugged yourself to avoid the temptation to touch him.

“We are doing quite well, Sebastian’s off our heads now, at least,” he tried to sound calm, but you picked up a hint of sadness.

“It’s not going well. Not for me. I like you a lot, Ominis. And I miss you… terribly,” you felt your eyes well up with tears.

He sighed, closing his beautiful eyes, and leaned against the column. “I missed you too, but…” he whispered.

Before he could finish his sentence, you were already hugging him, and he buried his face in your hair, just like he wanted to whole summer long.

“I promise it will all be alright…” you said softly in his ear and felt him shiver. His hands wrapped you tighter and closer to him. But then they released, and he stepped back before answering, “The risks are too great, and I value you too much.”

“Then be with me,” you appealed. He shook his head as if battling himself.

“Then kiss me,” you whispered.

He seemed to be moving forward, but then Sebastian came in, calling both of your names.

“Seraphine showed me some moves on how to beat you in a duel,” Ominis responded with a lie.

“Pretty sure that’s cheating, knowing how good she is, but alright, I feel I could still defeat you,” Sebastian jumped at the opportunity.

“Good luck, you two,” you said, trying to sound positive, but quickly turned and left them both to practice dueling.

You used Floo powder to go to the teashop in order to avoid having to walk all the way there with Leander. The date wasn’t bad. He seemed like a nice person and did most of the talking. But it was apparent almost instantly that you two had very little in common. You could tell Leander didn’t like some of your opinions, but he was polite enough not to openly disagree. You both talked some more, walking to the castle, but as you were approaching it you stopped and said, “Leander, you are a very kind, very lovely person. But I think you can agree that we are not a great match.”

You saw him wanting to disagree, but he relented, seemingly upset.

“I fancy you quite a bit, Seraphine,” he said.

“I find you lovely, too. And I did enjoy our date. But I do not think that we should progress it any further,” you responded.

He was a bit taken aback, but eventually, he extended his hand for you to shake. “Friends?” he asked.

“Friends,” you confidently shook his hand.

The fact that both of you went on a date did not go unnoticed and rumors quickly spread, reaching both Ominis and Sebastian. The latter couldn’t help but tease you over it, quite surprised that you would be interested in someone like Leander. Ominis, meanwhile, didn’t talk to you at all, preferring to spend time with Sebastian alone. Even though you made sure to relay through Sallow that you and Leander are definitely nothing more than friends, you couldn’t help but feel that this was it. You lost Ominis for good.

You tried to avoid any place where he could be, and yet sharing some lessons left you battling tears instead of focusing on your studies. Poppy and Natty tried to console you however they could, but they couldn’t be there in the evenings when you would cry yourself to sleep. Dreaming of Ominis didn’t help either, serving as a reminder of what you could have, but lost.

“Enough,” Natty furiously closed her book, after you failed to answer yet another question. “A girl as special as you should not be moping about some guy.”

“I cannot help it,” you explained yourself.

“Yes, you can! You defeated dark wizards and goblins that Ministry Aurors couldn’t. I refuse to believe that you would let that boy crush you like this,” Natty exclaimed.

“Well, what do you expect me to do, Natty?”

“He likes you, I know he does. You know what happened when Grace Pinch-Smedley told half the Slytherins that she saw you having tea with Leander? Ominis walked away and Poppy saw him leave one of the empty classrooms, eyes red, clearly from crying. You think a guy who doesn’t like a girl, cries over her drinking tea? No! You want to be with him, and he wants to be with you, one of you has to do something about it!”

Natty walked off in a huff, leaving you in deep thought.

But she was right, something had to be done. And you weren’t going to give up without a fight.

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You knew for a fact that Ominis liked you. Enough to cry at the thought that someone else could be dating you. Now all you have to do is pull that hermit out of his shell. It felt like you were preparing for a war or a hunt, trying to corner Ominis when he was alone. But those moments were few, as he seemingly clung to Sebastian. So, you changed your tactics and now spent time with them both, looking for a chance to be left alone with Ominis, if only for a few minutes.

One such opportunity presented itself when Sebastian was running late to meet you both in the Undercroft, and you came in to find Ominis there alone.

“How are you?” you wasted no time initiating the conversation. His head was down, as he still tried to avoid even acknowledging you.

“I’m good, thank you,” he said in a formal voice, the kind he used to talk to you when you were only acquaintances. It stung.

“Are you angry at me?” you asked, hurt.

Ominis sighed before answering, “I’m not angry at you, Seraphine. You moved on, just like I told you to.”

That’s when you realized – he wasn’t angry, he was jealous. Alright, you can work with jealousy.

“Moved on?” you chucked. “Leander invited me to have some tea, I accepted, we both realized that we have nothing in common, and separated as friends. He means nothing to me.”

Ominis’ bottom lip trembled slightly, but he still didn’t turn your way, as if keeping physical distance could help get you out of his head.

“It does not matter,” he shook his beautiful, stubborn head. “It doesn’t change the fact that we cannot be together.”

“Says who?” you asked defiantly, getting even closer to him. He took a step back, almost tripping on his robe.

“My family. Who would not hesitate to hurt you or your parents if they found out,” Ominis responded, flustered.

“Since when do you care about the opinion of your family? If that problem arises…” But before you could finish, Sebastian walked in.

“Did I hear something about Ominis’ lovely family?” he asked curiously.

“Ominis wonders how furious his parents would be if they found out he’s friends with me,” you answered, trying to enchant the blind Slytherin like a Basilisk.

Sebastian laughed, “Probably very, but you don’t give a damn about them, do you, Ominis?”

“Can we change the subject, please?” pushed into a corner, Ominis pleaded. “If I wanted more blood purity debates, I’d go visit my father.”

Another time you cornered him at the library. You sat as close to him as you could, and you felt him tense up.

“Please, I really need to finish this essay,” he moaned quietly, cupping his head.

“I could help you, I know a lot about goblins,” you whispered in his ear and heard him sigh.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” he said in a quiet but firm tone.

“I did think that I was quite obvious about my intentions,” you replied seductively.

“And I thought I was clear when I said it was a bad idea,” he responded while attempting to lean away from you and clenching his quill with his full fist.

But you leaned more toward him and whispered in his ear, sending goosebumps down his skin, “Are you not curious at all about what it would be like to kiss me?”

His quill broke in half, spilling the ink that was in it all over his hand. He jumped up, earning a few hushes, breathing as if he just ran a marathon, then collected his things and turned to leave, but you followed.

Once you reached the library corridor he suddenly turned, forcing you to lean against the wall, and touched your face with his ink-free hand.

“If I were to kiss you, I would never be free of you,” he whispered seductively, making your knees weak.

You were both debating bridging the gap between your lips, but then the doors of the corridor opened and Ominis jumped back. It was Sebastian, again.

“What are you two doing here? I thought we were meeting in the library to study?” your freckled friend asked.

“We were out to get another self-writing quill,” you quickly came up with a lie. “His broke.”

“I think I know what’s up with Ominis,” Sebastian said unexpectedly as both of you were walking to the Great Hall for lunch.

“Something was up with him?” you asked innocently.

“Yes, I know none of you noticed, but I got it figured out. Our boy is in love,” Sebastian answered with a grin on his face.

Oh, shit, does he know?

“H-how do you know?” you inquired carefully.

“Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it? He barely eats, he daydreams all day, even more than usual, he constantly blushes when looking at the other tables in the Hall – so I know she’s not a Slytherin -  and…” he stopped himself.

“And?” you burned with curiosity.

“Eh, may it stay between us boys,” Sebastian responded vaguely.

“You said she’s not a Slytherin, do you know who?”

“No, but I am going to find out. Clearly, you’ll be no help at all, since you didn’t even notice.”

You sighed with relief, and joined other Ravenclaws at their table, trying not to look at Sebastian or Ominis just behind your back.

Other than that brief moment in the library corridor, Ominis stood his ground, making you feel increasingly desperate. Instead of feelings fading over time, you felt them growing inside you like a Devil’s snare. You knew he liked you, so much that it was obvious even to Sebastian, but when it came to showing those feelings to you he exercised unbelievable restraint.

It hurt. It hurt to look at his beautiful face and lips, to hear his voice, to hold his hand in passing, yet know that this is it. This is as far as he is willing to go.

Unless… there was one more thing you could do. All or nothing, as your father said, when he taught you Poker. Va banque.

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This was it. You took your heart and put it out in the open for all to see. Either he accepts it or there is no hope. This was the last thing you could give to sway his mind. You had to go back to one of the Trials to retrieve a Pensieve. When everything was ready, you left it in the Undercroft with a note. You weren’t even sure if it would work at all, but that was the only idea you had. Now all there was left to do was wait.

When Sebastian saw a note and a Pensieve he immediately knew who it was from.

 “No way…” he uttered. “You and Seraphine? Really?”

“What? What are you talking about?” Ominis stuttered, panicking.

“There’s a Pensieve here. And a note. Since there are only three people who know of this place currently at Hogwarts, there’s only one person who could’ve left it here. And it’s most certainly not for me,” Sebastian rolled his eyes.

Ominis didn’t say anything, stunned, debating what to do now that the cat was out of the bag.

“You dog landed yourself the best girl in school,” Sebastian suddenly laughed. “Who knew I slept next to Hogwart’s No 1 bachelor.”

Ominis blushed, slowly approaching the Pensieve to examine.

“Sebastian, if I was to use this, can I count on you not to do anything stupid?” he asked.

It was, in fact, a perfect time for Sebastian to do something stupid, but his curiosity outweigh the wish to mess with Ominis.

Nervous, but confident, the blonde Slytherin sunk his face into the bowl.

It was… unimaginable. Ominis’ eyes were stunned by the light, but once they adjusted he noticed that he was standing in a garden, next to a cozy-looking house. But he could see. Truly see. He looked around, so overwhelmed with vision, that it made him dizzy. The colors hit his eyes with such power, he thought he died and this was the afterlife. Ominis tried to take everything in, every last detail, before realizing where exactly he was. He was in the safe house and it was the moment when you tried to describe the sunset to him. He saw it all. The golden evening light, the lazy river, and the flowers too. For the first time, he saw it all himself.

But best of all, he could see you. How your auburn hair glimmered in the sun. How your cheeks blushed when he touched your hand. And your eyes… your cornflower eyes with a slight violet shade. He could stare at them forever, but the memory changed and you were both sitting in his bedroom, discussing his favorite book. Ominis shivered, overwhelmed with emotion, when he saw you both sit there, so close. How adoringly you looked at him. How beautiful the artwork in the book was. And the shadows of raindrops playfully roam around the room. Before he had time to recover from this vision, another memory came.

Now you were in the drawing room, the window to the garden was open, and you could hear the woman’s song from across the river. He saw how your eyes lit up when you heard it and at that moment he utterly lost himself to you. The song pulled every string in his heart and all he wanted to do was touch you, but his fingers passed right through the vision of you.

Just as your father stood up to close the window the memory changed again. This time it was the two of you, in front of the upstairs bay window. The faint melody came from outside and the moonlight illuminated you so beautifully, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. This was the first time he didn’t just see your face but all of you. The outline of your figure underneath the nightgown. The disheveled hair was so attractive that it made his heart skip a beat. And your eyes… He could gladly die this very moment and be perfectly happy. There you two were, so unbelievably close. How he wished he kissed you that night!

Suddenly it was all over. Ominis stood back up, holding onto Pensieve for balance, tears streaming down his face. It was you who showed him all the colors of the world. For the first time in his entire life, allowed him to truly see. He was back in darkness now, but it didn’t matter. He got to see you. You showed him the light.

“Ominis, are you alright?” Sebastian asked, concerned.

“Y-yes,” Ominis answered, voice trembling.

“You know, when I did it with her I didn’t cry.”

Ominis laughed, nervously, but couldn’t stop the tears from streaming.

He picked up the letter you wrote and touched it all over, but his hands trembled too much to read the letters.

“I need your help… t-to read this,” Ominis pleaded, to which Sebastian obliged without objection:

Dear Ominis,

I know that your motives are pure, and I respect your choice.

But if any part of you thinks that we could work, please meet me on the 7^th-floor corridor of the Astronomy tower.

Just walk back and forth three times wishing to see me, and the door will lead your way.

Yours,

Seraphine

Ominis could tell that Sebastian wanted to critique him. But instead, his friend just said, “What are you waiting for, till she dies of old age? Go!”

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Ominis was about to leave when his wand suddenly stopped working. Not now! Blood rushed into his head from frustration, but he felt Sebastian grab his hand.

“Don’t worry, Ominis, I got you,” he said softly.

This was a perfect time for Sebastian to joke around, or provide his commentary, but he didn’t say a thing. He walked his friend all the way to the corridor leading up to the Astronomy classroom, and only then released.

“You remember what to do?” Sallow asked.

“Yes, thank you, Sebastian, you’re a good friend,” Ominis answered, heart pounding in excitement over meeting you.

“Alright then, I’ll go now, but you’ll have to tell me EVERYTHING.”

Ominis was now alone. He couldn’t hear anything apart from distant student chatter. Taking a deep breath, he walked from side to side, thinking of how much he’d like to hold you in his arms.

Suddenly he heard a rumble coming from the wall. He came closer and felt a door. And then the doorknob.

You were waiting in the Room of Requirement that you transformed just for this occasion. It now looked like a field of flowers by the beach. The air was full of floral aroma that you knew Ominis liked, and a slight scent of the sea. You had a picnic basket full of sweeties that you took from the kitchens. It all seemed beyond silly and you doubted yourself all day. What if he’ll think it’s a stupid idea? What if Pensieve won’t work on him? What if he completely made up his mind and won’t come at all?

But all of those thoughts disappeared when you saw him emerge through the door. He paused a little, feeling the air, and then he heard your sharp breaths. Your heart pounded in your chest when he quickly approached you and pushed his lips unto yours.

The long-awaited kiss… He held you tight and you responded. His skin was incredibly soft and you had to cling to him as you felt like floating away. Not a single thought crossed your mind but the feeling that this is it. This was the happiest moment of your life. The kiss got softer and gentler, until, with a final peck, he pulled away, cupping your face.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

“My Ominis,” you responded, landing soft pecks on each of his beauty marks, causing him to sigh with satisfaction.

He touched your face, your hair, your hands, hungry to feel you as if to make sure you were real. You were here.

Finally, after one long embrace, you stepped back, guiding him to sit on the grass next to the basket.

“Did the Pensieve work?” you asked, unable to contain your curiosity.

He smiled widely. “Yes. It was unbelievable. But so genius, too,” he responded, voice trembling from the thrill. “Seraphine, I could never, ever repay you for it.”

You took a hold of his hand, “You just did.”

He raised his arms so you could snuggle up with him. Your ear rested against his chest, hearing his heartbeat. He planted a kiss on the top of your head, gently rubbing your back.

It was a while before any of you spoke again, but you didn’t have to. It was clear that whatever reservations he had went out the window. There was no way any of you could escape the other now.

You both completely lost track of time, snuggling, kissing, talking about nothing and everything, and enjoying the sweets you brought.

“You know, I did not lie when I said there was nothing between Leander and me. I think he fancied me a little, and I frankly do not know why I accepted his invitation to have tea. But it became clear pretty quickly that there is not a single spark there,” you spoke suddenly after you both finished the sweets. “I regretted going, deeply, though. I never meant to hurt you.”

He smiled reassuringly, “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was just a fool for trying to push you away and ended up hurting myself. I’m sorry, Seraphine.”

You kissed his hand as you responded, “You have nothing to apologize for. You had your reasons.”

Ominis suddenly got serious and softly pulled his hand out of yours, picking little flowers out of the ground. “The reason I gave you was not the only one. There’s more about my family that you may not know,” he said in a somber tone.

You straightened your back, waiting for him to say more.

“Gaunts don’t just have a bad reputation for being obsessed with blood purity… or being poor,” he continued, carefully choosing his words, getting increasingly more nervous and shredding little flowers to calm himself down. “There are only so few pureblood families left in Britain… and Gaunts were always unrelenting on who they considered worthy to marry. Some, like Potters, wouldn’t even associate with us despite being pureblood. Not everyone nowadays like the idea of living in a shack and torturing Muggles for sport… Anyway, what I’m trying to say is… I always had a suspicion that my blindness is no accident.”

“You mean,” you carefully chose your words, “intermarriage?”

He lowered his head, visibly embarrassed, but nodded.

“All pureblood families are related, Seraphine. The Gaunts, the Blacks, the Malfoys, the Carrows… through centuries people married their second, third, and fourth cousins, once, twice, three times removed. Take Headmaster Black, for example. He is my father’s third cousin, their great-grandparents were siblings. Then his own sister married my uncle, basically her own third cousin. My mother…” he sighed, “she was born a Yaxley and her grandmother was a Black. Her grandmother was also Headmaster’s great-aunt. And my own great-grandmother’s cousin. I just… I just thought you’d be disgusted if you knew…”

You scooted over to embrace him and felt some of his tension relieve.

“I told you this before and I will tell you again – I do not care about your family, Ominis. I do not care about your background or your past. It matters not that you are a Parselmouth, or blind, or that your family tree is a wreath. You are perfect. Do you understand? You are intelligent, kind, gentle, funny, talented, and one of the most handsome people I have ever met. I love you as you are.”

He lifted his head, stunned that you just said the L word. But he soon smiled and kissed you passionately.

“I love you too, Seraphine. So unbearably much…”

You both missed dinner but none of you could eat anyway, going your separate ways just before curfew. Ominis’ wand worked fine now, but you still walked him all the way to his common room just so you could hold his hand a bit longer. You both said your goodnights but knew that neither will get any sleep tonight.

When Ominis returned to his bedroom Sebastian was there, hyped with curiosity. Other boys were already snoozing.

“Come on, spill it,” Sallow whispered excitedly.

Ominis smiled, but said nothing, getting changed into his jammies.

“Oh no, Ominis, don’t pull that on me now, we had a deal,” Sebastian moaned, frustrated.

“We had a picnic,” the blond friend finally responded, shrugging his shoulders.

“A picnic!?” Sebastian exclaimed, earning a pillow to his head from one of the sleeping boys. “Where, in the Astronomy tower?”

“No, there was a room.”

“Room? What room? The classroom?”

“No, it had a field, with flowers. And a sea, I think?” Ominis replied, laying down in his bed.

“Ominis, are you joking? A room, in Hogwarts, that has a field and a whole sea in it?” Sebastian scoffed, irritated.

“And there may have been kissing,” Ominis dropped something for his friend to cling on.

Sallow laughed in joy, proud of his friend, and earned an angry “Shut up!” from a sleeper nearby.

Finally, as both of them settled to sleep, Sebastian said quietly, “So, does it mean I’m going to be your third wheel now? Bloody hell…”

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Suddenly Hogwarts seemed like the most beautiful place. Ominis’ wand hasn’t malfunctioned since, but he still preferred you to walk him around, just so you could hold his hand. Though, you both decided to keep your relationship low-key, as to avoid all unnecessary attention. The anxiety you had built up suddenly relieved, and you felt more at ease and sociable than ever.

You now would invite Ominis to your Room of Requirement to study (and make out) or to interact with your rescued beasts. He was a bit nervous near them, not being able to see, and you had to pry a mischievous niffler off his shiny west buttons more than once.

You haven’t abandoned Sebastian either, allowing him to tease you both endlessly. It was all good-natured, so more than once you would walk right into it just to have him entertain himself. Anne still ignored his letters, so both you and Ominis felt bad to avoid his company simply because you were now in a relationship.

Poppy and Natty wanted to know everything, but you spared some details, as any time they would giggle around Ominis it made him adorably nervous and uncomfortable. Though, he certainly did not have anything to be embarrassed for. He was a considerate, gentle boyfriend, and such a good kisser it made you weak. As soft and kind as he was normally, he was surprisingly passionate when you kissed, to the point that you both had to pull back and restrain yourselves from going too far.

Trying to keep it from any prying eyes, including Deek’s, added thrill, too. And you both were almost caught more than once by students passing nearby. You could tell that Ominis had as much trouble keeping his hands away from you as you from him, being the instigator of quite a few secret kisses.

You had a feeling that out of all teachers Professor Weasley had a suspicion about you two, as when you had Transfiguration, one of your few joint lessons, she always tried to seat you both apart. That was probably for the best, as hardly any studying was done when you two were together.

“I’ll never finish this assignment before Friday,” he playfully complained, barely pulling away from your lips.

He was intoxicating, so it took a few moments for you to figure out what he just said. “Careful, you might lose Slytherin a few points,” you whispered once the cogs in your brain started turning again.

He chuckled, “I guess I’m giving Ravenclaw a fair chance.”

You pulled back, giving him a playful nudge. “Sebastian will have to work for two to make up for the points you’ll lose,” you teased.

“Then Slytherin is doomed,” he replied, causing you both to laugh.

“We’re so lucky I’m not sharing a Common room with you,” you used your most seductive voice.

“You’re luckier that Deek usually hangs out here,” he responded in a husky voice, referring to the Room of Requirement that you’ve both been in.

You felt yourself playing with fire here and had to remind yourself to cool it down a little. He seems to have thought the same, as he pulled away.

You both went to the Great Hall for dinner. But before you even entered through the gates you got immediately approached by Sebastian, who looked like he was sick.

“Good, you both finally decided to reappear,” he said, irritated. “Professor Weasley spoke to me today.”

You didn’t have to look at Ominis to know he was equally worried. Was it about the two of you?

But Sebastian continued, “I guess killing Rookwood helped somehow. Anne’s doing better, she’s coming back to Hogwarts next week.”

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The rest of the week for you and Ominis was spent supporting Sebastian, who was a total nervous wreck.

“She still wouldn’t answer my letters… Professor Weasley said that the bouts of pain are over, but she’s still not fully well,” he told you both one evening, head in his hands. “She gets achy sometimes, and feels quite weak, physically. But the worst is over. Doctors at St Mungo’s said if she takes it easy and won’t exert herself she will be fine.”

“That’s great news! I cannot wait to have Anne here again,” Ominis exclaimed positively. But Sebastian still looked sad.

“Don’t worry, Sebastian, she will turn around,” you correctly guessed his worries. “All three of you are in Slytherin, there will be more chances to talk.”

He gave you a sad smile, but his eyes seemed more hopeful.

That hope was quickly squashed, however, when Anne showed up. A few Slytherins gathered around to greet her, Sebastian at the forefront of them all, but she pretended not to notice him, walking by as if he was invisible. As Anne chatted with Ominis, you approached her twin.

“Give her time,” you squeezed his arm reassuringly.

“She will never forgive me,” Sebastian replied, voice sounding hollow from grief. “How will I live… I have no one else…”

“Sebastian, look at me!” you tried to snap him out of his downward spiral. “Don’t lose hope, she will relent. She may never fully forgive, and she may never be like she was, but you will have your sister back. Do you understand?”

He slowly lifted his eyes, to meet yours. You saw tears forming.

“Why are you still helping me, Seraphine? After everything I got you through… You and Ominis. Maybe I deserve to have no one,” he responded mournfully.

You took him by the hand and pulled away from prying ears, in a quiet nook of the Great Hall. Ominis was still catching up with Anne.

“Look,” you said to Sebastian, “I won’t lie to you. Last year was really bad. I thought I lost my best friend here at Hogwarts. And I don’t know if I’ll ever trust you as much as I did then. But you know why I didn’t just turn you in? Why we’re still friends? Because I firmly believe that there’s good in you. That you’re not a bad person. Just misguided and immature. Anne doesn’t hate you. If she did she would’ve told us to turn you in. She wouldn’t have lied to people about your uncle’s true cause of death, despite having to bury him alone. She still needs you. She still needs a brother. Anne needed a brother this whole time, Sebastian, not a dark wizard who magically solves her problems. You just had to be there for her. But you still can do what you didn’t do back then. You can show her you have changed and be the brother she deserves.”

As you spoke you saw Sebastian take everything to heart. By the time you finished all signs of grief were replaced by resolve.

“I wish you told me that a year ago,” he finally responded.

“Would you have listened?” you retorted.

He let out a slight smile, “Probably not.”

You turned to join Ominis and Anne, who were already having lunch.

“Welcome back, Anne,” you said positively.

But she didn’t look at you, responding, rather coldly, “Oh, hello, Seraphine. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

Taken aback by her tone, you tried to look for sympathy from Ominis, but he seemed equally confused. Then it hit you.

The last time Anne saw you was when she thought that you assisted her brother with his plans. You were in the room when she disappeared with Solomon’s body, and haven’t seen her since.

“Anne, do you want to join Seraphine and me in the library later today to study for a bit?” Ominis tried to be the peacemaker.

“Actually, I just thought we could visit the Undercroft, two of us, like in the old days?” she responded, with a determined voice.

Ominis blushed, unsure what to do.

“Sounds great, I have to… help Garreth with his potions project,” you found a way to make it less awkward. “So, I’ll see you both around, perhaps another time.”

You scurried to sit at the Ravenclaw table, heart pounding.

There was no way to win in this situation. Anne had legitimate reasons to dislike you and be angry at Sebastian. She also didn’t really have any other friends but Ominis, especially after having to skip a year. You couldn’t impose either just because you and Ominis were going steady. She deserved to have some comfort after a nightmare of a year. You turned to look at Sebastian. He gave you a concerned look. Letting out a groan, you rested your head on your hands. Can anything go easy?

Ominis was helping you work your Loom in the Room of Requirement. A couple of days passed since Anne came back and this was the first time you two had any time alone together.

“I’m trying to get her to warm up to the idea of including you, but I don’t think she’s quite trusting,” he answered after you asked him about Anne.

“Did you try to discuss the last year with her? To explain that I only tried to help?” you inquired while carefully tending to your Chinese Chomping cabbages.

 “I don’t want to be the first one to bring it up,” he sighed. “I don’t know how comfortable she would be to discuss it all with me, so I’m just letting her do it at her own pace.”

“Well, you know her better than I do. Is there anything I can do to… I don’t know… speed it up a little?”

“Frankly, I’m not sure. I’ll try to carefully appeal on your behalf. Will see how it goes.”

Your fingers flinched and the cabbage turned, nearly gripping your hand. You let out a loud gasp.

“Are you alright?” Ominis rushed to your side. “Did you get bit?”

You stuffed the cabbage in your bag, turning to embrace Ominis.

“I’m alright, just a scare.”

He ran his fingers through your hair, laying a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Sebastian told me about what you said to him. It was very kind,” he spoke softly.

“Feels like I should’ve told him that a long time ago,” you responded.

“He wouldn’t have listened. He was obsessed. You know him, always have to learn it the hard way,” Ominis reassured you.

“I so wished for events of last year to just stop haunting us,” you sighed. “But I guess nothing will ever be as it was.”

He lifted your chin a little, laying soft pecks on your forehead, the tip of the nose, and both cheeks. “It will all work out. If there’s one thing you taught me is that everything always works out,” he whispered.

“Not for Solomon Sallow. Or Professor Fig,” you pulled away a little.

“I told you that long ago – everything, dark magic in particular, always has its cost. You shouldn’t have any regrets,” he spoke a little louder, still holding your hands.

That’s the thing. Apart from not stopping Sebastian, you had no regrets. It would take a good hour to count all the souls you claimed throughout your journey, but everyone you ever hurt seemed deserving of it. But how can you explain to Ominis that? That the girl he loves can slaughter an entire camp of poachers and then sleep like a baby. He doesn’t even know half of what you’ve done.

“Do you ever think,” you finally spoke, soothed by his thumbs running circles on your hands, “that even the noblest of causes has its means limit?”

You didn’t look at his face, so you couldn’t tell what his expression was like. But you heard his reply, “Well, Sebastian is a good example of it, is he not?”

“But in that case, would I not be worse than Sebastian?”

“Seraphine, hardly anyone would argue that Rookwood and Ranrok didn’t deserve what they got. It was self-defense.”

“Rookwood and Ranrok maybe, but what about their supporters anywhere from Pitt-upon-Ford to Clagmar Coast… And one could argue that Sebastian also killed in self-defense, as Solomon attacked us instead of Inferi.”

He released your hands, pacing around in frustration. Then settled on a settee, wriggling his hands.

“What do you want me to do? Scold you? After everything I told you about my own family? No,” he finally responded. “Want to know what the greatest difference is between Sebastian and you? You didn’t manipulate or endanger your friends to achieve your goals. You didn’t kill your own FAMILY, the man who practically raised you, in pure vengeance. You didn’t torture your friend, just to get some stupid book. THAT is the difference between you and Sebastian. And as long as it exists, I don’t care what you’ve done. I will NEVER stop loving you. Understood?”

Your eyes welled up and you nodded.

“I don’t hear any affirmation,” he said, standing up.

“I love you too,” you whispered, a ball stuck in your throat.

He lifted his arms and you rushed into his embrace. He spoke again, gently rubbing your back, with a tone of amusement, “You know, you don’t have to prove to me that you’re a one-person army. I did not need any more reasons to be impressed by you. And slightly intimidated.”

You smiled against his west, lifting your face to meet his lips. But after a quick peck, he pulled back, saying, “However many skeletons you still have in your closet, just know that you can always talk to me about it. Nothing will ever change things between us. You are stuck with me now.”

You giggled, leaning closer for a kiss, “I quite like this arrangement.”

This time the kiss was deep as if reaffirming the deal you both just made. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. His smell, voice, embrace – everything felt so familiar. And even when the kiss ended, the sensation still lingered. When you say goodnight and go your separate ways, it’s as if he is still there, surrounding the very air around you. You felt his presence as you fell asleep. He was the first thought that popped into your head in the morning. Omnipresent.

You and Poppy were brushing your baby Hippogriffs as you vented, “Basically Sebastian and I are just left on our own. She just wants to spend time with Ominis alone.”

“Are you worried she may like him as more than a friend?” Poppy asked without taking her eyes off the babies.

“What? No! It’s not like that at all. Anne just needs a friend, only it’s frustrating that the only one happens to be my boyfriend. I get being angry at Sebastian, but I wouldn’t say I was any more involved in the whole affair than Ominis,” you responded.

Poppy shrugged her shoulders, finally replying, “I’d take poachers and dragons any time over relationship troubles.”

Involuntary laughter escaped your lips and Poppy soon joined in.

“But seriously, you were my first friend. Well, first human friend. I’m really not qualified for these sorts of questions,” she said, trying to sound more serious.

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Halloween was approaching and Hogwarts already had its beautiful decorations up. The dark corners seemed more mysterious, it was hard to determine which cobwebs were real and which were just for decoration, and the yards seemed all the more inviting with cozy Jack-o’-Lanterns shining here and there. Even more pumpkin-flavored dishes popped up on the Great Hall tables, some even shaped like pumpkins, spiders, and bats. Maybe it was the lack of stress compared to last year or the new-found romance, but to you, it seemed that this year the school really outdid itself.

There was only one thing still bothering you, but you were determined to get it sorted before All Hallows’ Eve.

You found Anne sitting in a quiet nook in the clock tower, reading Gamp’s book on Transfiguration. There was no one else around, so a perfect moment for uncomfortable conversations.

“May I join you?” you asked, slowly approaching.

Anne looked up, but seeing that it was you quickly replied, “I was just about to leave…”

“Anne, please,” you pleaded, sitting next to her. “I really think that we should talk.”

She looked a bit unsure but scooted over to make more space for you. But it was hard to think what to say, despite running it through in your head.

“Look,” you finally spoke, “I am really sorry about how things… happened last year. I thought I was helping a friend to help you, but I should’ve stopped him much earlier than I did. There were a lot of things I wish I had done differently... But believe me when I say that I only wished you the best. Even after what happened in the cave, I still managed to find Rookwood and deliver punishment for what he did to you… and countless others.”

“So, you defeated Rookwood!” Anne exclaimed, making you jump.

“Well, yes, I thought Ominis or Sebastian told you…” you responded, confused.

Anne smacked her forehead. “No, they actually never did. Ominis told me that it was Rookwood who cursed me and that you found that out. But I never imagined that it could’ve been YOU who brought him to justice!” she explained in a lively and much friendlier tone. “They never told me that I owe it to YOU that I could return to Hogwarts and be… normal again!”

You groaned, replying, “Those boys…”

“Honestly, Seraphine, I am so sorry about this confusion. I knew you meant well, I just never thought that you, a student, could’ve helped relieve my curse. Even after everything that happened. I hope I did not upset you too much, it’s still hard for me to come to terms…”

“Anne, really, it’s alright. I’m just happy that we could clear the air. I wish nothing more than for us to be friends.”

She smiled as she responded, “Me too. It would be nice to have a girl to talk to. No offense to Ominis, but he can be a bit… reserved. I’m sure you noticed.”

You smiled to yourself, involuntarily thinking of all the times he was not reserved at all, but simply nodded.

You both sat in silence for a bit, but just before you turned to leave you said, “You know, this clock is a puzzle. If you use Arresto Momentum at certain points, it would open those metal doors with symbols on them.”

Anne’s face lit up, “I’ll be sure to try it.”

“So, now you’re abandoning me as well!” Sebastian moaned after you walked away from chatting with Ominis and Anne. You could tell that she was still timid around you, but progress was made.

“No one is abandoning you, Sebastian. I’ll have a free period after the Advanced Arithmancy, so if you want I can spend time with you then,” you responded in a motherly tone, but he didn’t listen.

“First, Ominis and Anne practically occupied the Undercroft and I couldn’t even get my books from there, now it’s you three making plans that don’t involve me,” he spiraled.

“Well, then by that logic you’re the next to be included,” you rolled your eyes.

“As if. You’re not in Slytherin, so you’ve never seen the way she treats me in the Common rooms. Like I didn’t even exist!”

“Look, Sebastian,” you cut him off, before he made you late to class, “you’re just going to have to be patient.”

“How long? Have I not been these past couple of weeks!?” he complained, trying to catch up to you as you hurried to class.

“Exactly, it’s only been two weeks. Now, calm down, I’ll see you after this class,” you responded as you ran towards the Transfiguration courtyard.

“But I’ll have Magical Theory after your class!” he yelled as you rushed ahead.

Ominis was showing Anne how to properly cast the Water-Making spell, while you played with your wand, deep in thought. It was nice to be included, but you felt bad, imagining Sebastian all on his own. You and Anne weren’t that close yet, so you didn’t want to risk setting your relationship back by pushing Sebastian’s case. But there had to be a way to approach this.

“Ominis, have you seen Sebastian after our Arithmancy?” you asked carefully.

Anne pretended not to hear it, but she pressed her lips together a bit harder.

“Only during our joint Transfiguration, why?” he replied, softly.

“I just thought… he must be feeling quite… lonely.”

Anne’s wand sprayed something that looked like mud water and she lowered her wand in frustration.

“Can we not speak about him? At least here?” her voice sounded harsh.

“Anne,” Ominis tried to speak.

But she cut him off, “He broke my heart. He BROKE my heart! It’s fine if you two like to pretend that he’s somewhat redeemable, but to me, he is not. I saw cruelty in his eyes when he made that goblin kill himself in front of me. He KILLED our uncle! I didn’t want him to go to Azkaban, but I don’t want to ever have to interact with him again. As far as I’m concerned, I never had a brother.”

She got pale from anger and had to sit down to calm her heart. Ominis looked unbearably sad and you regretted even bringing it up. But to your surprise, he spoke, “I do acknowledge your feelings and do not want to persuade you to change your opinion in any way. But all that he did, even the most horrible things, he did out of unconditional love for you. He would’ve let the world burn to save you alone. And I feel that he did eventually learn that there is such a thing as too dear of a cost.”

Anne shook her head, “I appreciate your words, Ominis, but he is my brother. My twin. I know him better than you. And I buried the last of my love for him together with my uncle’s body. My gift for him was not letting him rot in Azkaban. There is nothing more I can give.”

You both couldn’t say anything after that. You haven’t even considered how much Sebastian had hurt her. Perhaps because you never let your thoughts linger on anything that happened last year long enough to truly let it hit.

“I don’t mind if any of you are friends with Sebastian… just don’t get me involved, ok?” Anne added with a sigh.

After dinner, you were still too uncomfortable to spend any time with friends and were about to retire to your common room when Ominis quickly caught up with you.

“Seraphine, wait, please,” he said grabbing your hand.

“I’m sorry, love, I’m just not in a good mood today,” you responded, avoiding looking at his beautiful face.

“I know, but that’s why I want to propose something. Not for today, for another time, when you’re feeling a bit better,” the timbre of his voice sent shivers down your skin and you looked up to see his soft expression.

You waited for him to continue, but gripped his hand a bit harder for encouragement. He continued, “We didn’t get to spend much time together lately, and I want to fix it. So, if you would be up for it, I’d like to take you out on a date. A proper one.”

Your heart fluttered. A date with Ominis! The foul mood came and went in an instant.

“I would absolutely love it!” you exclaimed excitedly, bringing a smile to his face.

“Is there anyone around?” he asked quietly.

You looked around, but there was no one there.

He grabbed your hips and drew you closer, pressing his lips against yours. A kiss was all too short, but he leaned his forehead against yours, allowing you to bask in his presence for a little longer.

“Tomorrow?” his voice sounded a bit impatient.

“Yes,” you whispered back, smiling ear to ear.

“Alright, after dinner?”

“An evening date? We might break the curfew,” you nudged him playfully.

“Oh, we most likely will,” he pulled away, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Now I’m intrigued.”

“Unfortunately, you’ll have to wait till tomorrow, love,” he released your hands, walking away.

Coming back into your common room you let out a shaky sigh. God help me to keep my wits around that boy…

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You’ve been buzzing all day waiting for your date. Spent whole half an hour in the morning making sure your hair looked right before realizing that Ominis won’t be able to see your hair anyway. Now you couldn’t eat your dinner either, feeling Ominis’ presence behind you as if he was a furnace.

Indecent images haunted your sleep and you woke up more than once, sweating and shaking. Had to repeat to yourself like a mantra – do not lose composure – but it wasn’t very effective. For starters, you didn’t have even the slightest clue what he had planned. But by now you wouldn’t have minded jumping into the icy lake.

You heard Ominis get up and jumped as well, perhaps too loudly, gaining a few confused looks.

He had a little smile on his face the whole way, leading you through countless corridors and passages. Some you weren’t even sure you’d been in before, and you thought you knew Hogwarts through and through. Finally, he unlocked a simple-looking door, the kind that usually hides a bunch of junk the school doesn’t need anymore.

“What is this place?” you finally asked, stepping into the dark.

“Oh, right, you can’t see,” he quickly sent flames to light the chandelier above, illuminating a pretty big room. There were a few paintings stored here and several broken pieces of furniture, but there was also a piano. And a nice looking table with candles, a bottle of Butterbeer, and a lovely looking strawberry cake that he without a doubt nicked from the kitchens.

“Wow,” you let out a breath, taking everything in. “How did you even find this place?”

“You’re not the only one who knows Hogwarts well,” he responded, chuckling. “I also had more time to explore. Got lost a few times, too.”

You approached the piano, letting your fingers run softly across its keys.

“I remember that you regretted not having your piano at the safe house. When I found this one here it all just fell into place. It was in pretty bad shape, so I spent a few days fixing it,” Ominis said hugging you from behind. “Care to try it out?”

You planted a kiss on his cheek before sitting down, nervously stretching your fingers. It’s been a while since you practiced. But you knew exactly what you wanted to play for him.

The melody stuttered a bit at the start, but once you got the knack of it the flow improved, filling the room with melancholic sound. It lulled, making you forget for a moment that there was someone listening. You hoped that he enjoyed it, though didn’t dare to lift your eyes off the keys. But the song had to end.

With the last chords still echoing in the room, you finally looked up at Ominis, who was lounging on one of the old sofas. You couldn’t read his expression, but luckily he spoke, “That was so beautiful…”

“I’m glad you liked it,” you replied, joining him on the sofa.

“You are just… divine,” he sighed, leaning closer.

You couldn’t help it anymore, letting your hands run through his blond hair. “You are so handsome,” you whispered.

“And you are intoxicating,” he responded, kissing you hard.

With one hand he pressed your head closer to his, while the other slid down your waist before grabbing your thigh and pulling you closer. You let out a quiet moan, which seemed to ignite him even more, and with one quick move, he positioned you on top, pulling you as close as possible.

His lips were soft and warm, and his tongue met yours, sending a wave of pleasure down your stomach. The voice in your brain that said this was wrong was unusually quiet today.

He ended the kiss, but only so he could run his fingers through your face, trying to visualize your expression. “I just can’t believe you’re real. That this is all real,” he uttered, cupping your face.

“It is real. And I’m here,” you whispered out of breath, placing one of his hands on your chest so he could feel your rapid heartbeat.

His face and neck flushed with red as he dragged his hand slowly down your chest, to your stomach, and then to your leg. “I’m losing my wits…” he hissed, leaning back.

You wanted to mark his whole face with kisses, but held back, pressing your hands on his chest for balance. One part of your brain wanted to rip his shirt open and run your hands through his skin. Another, much quieter one, tried to explain decency and virtue, and what your parents would think. You listened to neither, remaining seated on his lap, eyes closed until some common sense returned.

Hands on his chest, you felt his heartbeat go from rapid pumping to a soft beat and that’s when he spoke again, “Play something for me again, please.”

You kissed his cheek and got up, moving back to the piano. Most of the songs you knew were lively party tunes that your parents made you learn to impress the guests, but none suited the current atmosphere. So you played Chopin’s Waltz Op.64 No.2, one of your personal favorites.

When you finished he was lighting the candle on the table, its warm light making his opal eyes shine like two stars. He also opened the Butterbeer bottle, “Care for a drink, darling? I’m afraid there was nothing more sophisticated.”

You laughed, “I love Butterbeer, so it’s more than fine with me.”

He smiled brightly, beckoning you to come over. You both snacked and chatted for a bit, but you couldn’t even remember what words came out of your mouth, as you were utterly enamored by the person in front of you. His blond hair was slightly disheveled from before and his face looked incredibly handsome in the candlelight. You noticed that his features did mature slightly since last year. His face was getting a bit longer and more chiseled. But he still had his boyish charm and his eyes, your favorite feature of his, still looked the same, untouched by time.

“There was actually something else I wanted to discuss with you,” he spoke, extending his hand for you to place yours in.

“Yes?” you encouraged him to continue.

“It’s about the Sallows… I have an idea how to get them talking,” he proceeded.

“You heard what Anne said, love, this might be beyond our control,” you squeezed his hand softly.

“I know, but I think I know the way to… persuade them both.” His free hand was nervously drumming on the table.

“Alright then, what is the plan?” you got increasingly suspicious.

Ominis slipped his hand out of yours before answering, “I want to go back to the Slytherin’s Scriptorium.”

You leaned back, stunned.

“Are you actually Sebastian under Polyjuice potion? Because I would blast you to the moon for what we did on that couch,” you finally responded.

“I swear, it’s me!” he nervously chuckled. “But… I think Aunt Noctua deserves a proper burial. It’s hard for me to think she’s left there.”

“You do remember how distraught that whole experience made you? How you swore you would never go back?”

“I do. And I was. All I could think about while we were there was how we’ll end up like her. So, I couldn’t even process her death, I just wanted to get out of there. And later, with the whole Sebastian thing… well, I didn’t think about it till the end of the school year. I had plenty of thought, I want her to be buried somewhere nice.”

Now you were drumming the table, thinking it through.

“Alright,” you said after a while. “We could get through most of the trials fairly easily, I still remember how to solve the puzzles. And even if they changed somehow I think we could figure it out. So, getting to Aunt Noctua should be simple. But did you forget what is required to actually leave the place? Would you be willing to cast Crucio on me? On Sebastian or Anne?”

Ominis got visibly upset over the thought, but when he spoke his voice was firm, “No, I will not use the spell. I made a vow. You’ll have to cast it. You can cast it on me.”

You scoffed, “Absolutely not. Even if I wanted to, I could NEVER cast it on you. Did you forget that Unforgivable spells require intent? I have zero wish to cause you any harm.”

“Well, then maybe Sebastian will…”

“What, in full sight of Anne? Did you forget how you told me that this quest will unite them?”

He got off the table, pacing around the room. “We’ll figure it out once presented with the situation. But for my peace of mind it must be done,” he ranted.

You watched as he walked around, nervously. You knew Aunt Noctua meant a lot to him. But you honestly weren’t sure if there was anyone in this group of yours who you could cast the torture curse on.  

“Fine, I suppose I do owe you,” you relented.

His face momentarily lit up before confusion set in, “What do you mean, you owe me?”

You blushed, taking a big gulp of Butterbeer.

“Umm… You see… Remember when I told you of how I had to break into Headmaster Black’s office?” you avoided looking at him.

“Yes…” he sat in front of you again.

“Well, I didn’t tell you everything about it. Like, how I actually got in…”

“Yes?” he now sounded more suspicious.

“Remember when the headmaster was acting odd… teasing you a little…” you still avoided looking at his face.

“Oh… No way…” he muttered in realization.  

“I’m sorry…” you began but got interrupted by his hearty laugh.

“I cannot believe it,” he laughed uncontrollably. “I KNEW there was something wrong with him! You absolute daredevil!”

“You’re not mad?” you finally lifted your eyes off the table.

“No,” he was smiling softly. “Just amazed by you. More and more each day.”

You blushed but replied, “Well, less sweet talk, more planning. We’ll be heading back into Scriptorium.”

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You didn’t know how, but Ominis got both Sebastian and Anne on board. Plan A was that you were supposed to get Sebastian, and Ominis would get Anne, but Seb outright refused to, as he so eloquently said, “touch that shit with a 10 feet pole”. But one talk with Ominis solved it pretty quickly.

Now the plan was to sneak out after dinner on Halloween night, just as everyone was busy further away from the corridor where the entrance was, get Noctua’s remains (for that you carried a sizeable bag), get through to the exit, fly to the large tree near Hogwarts which was also a Jobberknoll den, and bury her there.

“I still don’t get how you got Sebastian to agree. He refused to even listen to me,” you shook your head as you and Ominis were setting up brooms near the exit of the Scriptorium.

“He owed me for last year,” he shrugged.

“You know, darling, usually I wonder what you’re even doing in Slytherin, but moments like this kind of explain it,” you hugged him as you both finished.

Ominis laughed, replying, “The Sorting Hat actually suggested Gryffindor and Hufflepuff for me. But there hasn’t been a single Gaunt to not get into Slytherin and I wasn’t ready to be the first.”

“Funny that Ravenclaw was omitted,” you nudged him teasingly.

“Well, I’m about to willingly explore a maniac’s office for a second time, I’d say it’s a pretty good sign why Ravenclaw wasn’t an option,” he responded equally playfully.

“I’m not sure I want to know how you got Anne to agree.”

“Actually, she agreed as soon as I explained that it was about my aunt. Didn’t even mind Sebastian being there.”

“How are they even related?” you found it hard to match Anne’s good nature to, well, Sebastian in general.

“Oh, she used to be much wilder before the curse. Also, I have a feeling she just wants to be a part of an adventure.”

When you both approached the entrance to the Scriptorium, both Sebastian and Anne already stood there. Though it was clear there was no interaction between the two as Anne stood further away.

“Finally, let’s get it over with,” Sebastian noted as you approached.

“Couldn’t agree more,” you responded.

Everyone separated to watch the corridors for any witnesses. When you got the heads up, you lit the beacons. The doors opened.

“If anyone’s having second thoughts, now’s your chance to turn around,” you said, entering the stairway.

But everyone followed.

The relief that you fixed the last time was lying on the floor again. Of course, Salazar would make it all re-set.

“Alright, Ominis, now’s your turn to shine,” you said repairing the relief.

He quietly approached the door. You could barely hear him, but soon the doors opened. The Sallow twins were quiet the entire time, which for Sebastian was highly unusual.

“I’m still very impressed that you can speak with snakes,” you spoke to Ominis, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.

“I don’t even like snakes,” he responded dryly.

“You know, now that I think of it, this might be the place where your romance began,” Sebastian noted unexpectedly.

You rolled your eyes and moved forward, reaching the maze. You shuddered at the sight of those damn metal snakes.

“I can do it,” Sebastian stepped closer, having noticed your reaction.

“The symbol of the snake statue has to match the gates,” you reminded him.

“I remember.”

As he was sorting the gates, you decided to check on Anne, “Are you alright? You haven’t said a word.”

“This place has a very dark atmosphere,” she whispered, looking around.

“Don’t worry, we already got out of here before, we’ll do it again,” you reassured her.

The final gate opened. You knew what was next. You all stepped into the corridor. Ominis cast Revelio, and a terrifying scream echoed around. You heard Anne let out a quiet moan.

Noctua’s bones were right where you last saw them. Seeing them after hearing so much about her from Ominis hit differently.

“Wingardium Leviosa!” though your heart was beating fast from fear, your voice sounded clear, and soon Noctua’s remains were all in your bag.

Ominis leaned against the wall once he heard the bones clatter and you embraced him. He squeezed you tight, trying to keep himself together.

“I’m sorry to interrupt a gentle moment, but how will we get out of here?” Anne spoke with a trembling voice.

You pulled away and responded, “One of us will need to cast Crucio on the other.”

She went even more pale than she already was. “It can’t be me,” she uttered.

“No one will use it on you,” Sebastian reassured her, pulling out his wand. “Or ask you to cast it.”

“Ominis won’t do it either. But you can cast it on either of us,” you said to Sebastian.

“I won’t,” he lowered his wand. “I meant it. Never again.”

“Sebastian…” Ominis pleaded.

“She can cast it on me,” he retorted, pointing at you.

“One of you just do something,” Anne panicked.

“Alright!” you felt the pressure build-up. “I’ll do it. If you really don’t mind, Sebastian.”

“Well, I cast it on you the last time. I’d say it’s fair,” he stepped forward so that both of you would end up close to the door.

You tried to focus, trying to think only that it needs to be done. And all the shit that this boy dragged you through last year, to add a sprinkle of anger.

“Crucio…”

Your wand sent sparks, but nothing happened.

“Crucio.”

A small flash hit Sebastian, causing him to step back a little, but still not the right thing. Come on!

“Crucio!”

A red blast hit Sebastian and he collapsed on the floor. When you got hit by the spell you felt it everywhere. From the roots of your hair to the area behind your eyeballs, under the nails, in joints and muscles, and every nerve fiber in your body. And it seemingly never stopped. You didn’t scream, as the pain locked your throat, leaving you to writhe on the ground.

The only reason Sebastian didn’t let out the scream to rival the one you heard when you came in was that the pain locked his jaw. He moaned and writhed, and you could see every muscle in his body unwillingly contract. You cast this spell many times on enemies. It was different seeing its effects on a friend.

“SEBASTIAN!!!” Anne screamed, rushing to his side.

“Don’t touch him!” you jumped to protect her, as red bolts shot out of his body towards the door.

Anne collapsed in tears. As soon as the door melted, she escaped your grasp to hold Sebastian’s head, weeping uncontrollably.

He hugged her, tears streaming down his face.

“Anne, I’m so sorry… I’m so, so, sorry,” he cried in her embrace.

She pulled back, but still sat nearby, hiding her face in her hands. “You maimed your soul, Sebastian,” she wailed. “And it cannot be undone.”

“I know,” he cried, “and I wish I could take it back. All of it… But I thought he doomed you to die…”

You’ve never seen Sebastian this emotional. All walls he had put up had collapsed. You felt Ominis embrace you and pressed yourself against him.

“I know he wasn’t an affectionate man. And that you two did not get along. But how could you do this to him, Sebastian, to our own uncle…”

Sebastian attempted to hug her and she allowed him.

“I didn’t think… He attacked us first, and I genuinely thought that he will kill me… After banishing me from home, destroying the relic… I thought this was it Anne… for me and for you. But I WILL change… I have changed.”

She lifted her head off his shoulder, sniffling. He stood up, still shaky, and held his hand down for Anne. She grabbed it and got up as well.

“Let’s go because I had enough torture for one day,” Sebastian said, wiping his tears off.

You didn’t object.

Once out, you all rushed to the nearest exit to an overpass. Anne and Sebastian both had their brooms, but you knew yours won’t hold two people. So, you had a different mode of transportation in mind.

“You guys go ahead. We’ll catch up,” you told the twins.

“Are we not going with?” Ominis was confused.

“We are, just wait. I want to introduce you to someone…” you responded, summoning Highwing.

You heard the movements of her wings first, and she landed gently.

“What is that!?” Ominis seemed worried.

“This is Highwing. She’s a Hippogriff. And if you don’t want to get clawed, I suggest you bow politely,” you replied, amused at his reaction.

Ominis looked shocked, but quickly obeyed, bowing perhaps even lower than needed. But Highwing soon returned the favor.

“Good girl,” you pet her beak, giving her a treat.

You climbed first and then helped Ominis climb up behind you. You didn’t even have to tell him to hold on – he was already firmly gripping you around your waist.

“Ready?” you asked, but before he replied Highwing waved her wings and jumped into the air.

“Darling, you’re crushing my ribs,” you told Ominis, and felt him slightly release, but he pressed himself closer to your back.

It felt amazing to ride a Hippogriff again. Especially on a clear night like this. As you flew, you felt Ominis’ grip loosen.

“You’re not falling off, are you?” you checked in on him.

“I just… never been in the air,” he uttered. “It feels amazing. Like I’m weightless.”

“Careful, you may become addicted,” you laughed.

“I already am,” he leaned his chin against your shoulder and wrapped his hands tight around you. “Is there any part of you that’s not extraordinary?”

“My looks,” you noted with irony.

“I’m blind and yet I still know that’s a lie,” he laughed.

“Hold on, we’re about to land,” you warned him as Highwing began her descent.

Sebastian and Anne were already there. They were so engrossed in their conversation they didn’t even notice you approaching until Highwing landed with a screech, causing them both to jump back.

“Merlin’s beard, you’re riding Hippogriffs now?” Sebastian gasped.

“That’s Highwing. Don’t worry, she’s good if you’ll greet her,” you explained while helping Ominis down.

Sebastian and Anne both bowed in turn, with Highwing bowing back.

“I said it before and I’ll say it again – you are one lucky lad, Ominis,” Sebastian uttered, thoroughly impressed by your entrance.

“I am very aware,” Ominis responded, squeezing your hand.

“We scared all the Jobberknolls, though,” Anne gestured, showing how empty the tree was. The only light source was the bright moonlight until you all cast Lumos.

Both boys dug a grave while you and Anne found an appropriate boulder to use as a headstone.

“Any wishes for what to inscribe?” you asked Ominis.

He thought for a minute, lowering his wand, before finally responding, “Noctua Gaunt. In loving memory of a cherished aunt. You will never be forgotten.”

“Ominis, we cannot carve that much,” Anne burst his bubble.

“How about – Noctua Gaunt. Your legacy will never be forgotten,” you suggested.

“That’s perfect,” he replied, a bit choked up.

You secured the headstone and carefully laid Noctua’s bones to rest. Once the pit was filled, you placed a small candle and lit it up.

All of you stood there for a while, not saying a word. Ominis was holding your hand, which you felt was trembling a bit.

“Shall we go?” Anne asked carefully.

Ominis nodded.

Despite your initial reservations, it did feel good to have done what you did. And you knew that Ominis will be able to sleep peacefully knowing that his beloved aunt is not rotting away in a horrible dungeon but rests next to an ancient tree, with colorful Jobberknolls flying overhead, and Hogwarts castle towering in the distance.

Flying back Ominis was much more confident, and you had to grab his jacket several times fearing that he might fall. But despite the burial, you noticed how much flying elated his mood, as if removing some invisible bounds, and you took a mental note to take him flying again in the near future.

Once landed, you all took a little sip of the Invisibility potion and headed to the Common rooms, but as you heard Sebastian and Anne quickly walk away, Ominis grabbed your hand and began dragging you in another direction. Only upon a third turn, you figured that he was taking you to the piano room.

He shoved the door open and before you had a chance to say anything he pressed you against the wall, kissing you with ferocity you never felt before. You tried to match his pace, feeling the heat rush through your veins.

His hands wandered through your body, shooting electricity through every area he touched until there wasn’t a part of you that wouldn’t be burning up. His leg pressed against the spot between your thighs, eliciting a moan. The sound of your pleasure seemed to rile him up even more and he moved away from your lips to lay kisses on your neck.

All sense left your brain, leaving nothing but a desire to go further…

“I love you so much,” he whispered between grazes.

As the effects of the invisibility potion were fading you pushed him on a sofa, climbing on top and kissing him hard. You felt his crotch getting hard, right where your own delicate area was positioned, and you began to instinctually rock back and forth, each motion shooting the kind of pleasure you never felt before.

You ripped his shirt open, finally getting to run your hands through his bare chest. You both breathed heavily as he slowly unbuttoned your blouse, laying passionate kisses on each exposed bit of skin until the only thing separating his lips from your chest was your thin undergarments. You let out a low hum, clenching your teeth from the building sensation.

He slowly dragged his hands down to your hips, at first pressing you down harder, but then suddenly stopping you from moving.

“Calm down, darling,” he uttered, his voice husky.

“A bit too late for that,” you whispered out of breath, trying to move his hands away.

“Listen to me,” he cupped your face. “Not tonight.”

You took a deep, shaky breath, gathering your thoughts. “I want you,” that’s all you could say.

“I want you too,” he responded softly. “But I will not deflower you here, on this dusty old sofa, in a room where Peeves or any ghost might enter at any point.”

If your face wasn’t red before it sure was now.

“I wish I could turn off that brain of yours, it would spare me the torture,” you pouted, but climbed off him, repairing his shirt.

“You damn near succeeded today,” he chuckled.

“We can’t leave, however. If someone, or something, spots us we’ll get detention,” you explained while buttoning up your blouse.

“Good point. Should we try disillusionment charm?”

But you were already transforming an old box into a bed and used a large candle and a metal pin to wake you both at sunrise before everyone in school gets up.

“I was going to suggest that,” he commented softly.

You both snuggled up in bed, and you couldn’t remember the last time you slept so well.

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The pin woke you both up just before dawn and you quickly scurried to your respective Common rooms to get ready for a new day. While you sneaked into your room without alerting anyone, Ominis wasn’t so lucky.

“Well, well well, if it isn’t Mr. Naughty,” Sebastian spoke quietly as Ominis entered their shared room.

The blind Slytherin went red but didn’t reply, instead quickly changing into new clothes.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that you didn’t come back? Anne was worried that your wand malfunctioned and you were stuck somewhere, getting pestered by Peeves. But I knew,” the freckled boy jumped out of bed and whispered to his friend.

“And what?” Ominis finally responded, finishing getting dressed.

“And WHAT?” Sebastian gasped loudly. “Details! I need details! I doubt you two just held hands all night.”

Other boys murmured, getting awakened by the noise.

Ominis didn’t respond, instead leaving the room to go to the bathroom. But Sebastian followed.

“If I’ll have to slip you Veritaserum to get you to spill the beans, I will,” Seb pestered as his friend went to brush his teeth.

Ominis sighed, putting his toothbrush down. “Nothing happened. We talked, and then the Invisibility potion faded, so we slept where we were, rather than risk getting caught,” he explained nonchalantly.

“Mmmm, I’m having strong doubts about it. I bet you two were playing the game of nug-a-nug,” Seb picked up his own toothbrush.

“Playing what?” Ominis was confused.

“You know… basket-making, blowing the groundsels, having an amorous congress… bone-storming…”

“What on earth are you talking about, Sebastian?”

Sallow looked around, making sure there was no one else in the bathroom, then leaned in to whisper, “Did you make love?”

Ominis jumped back, red as a beet, “Absolutely not!”

Sebastian chuckled, “Alright, alright, no need to get defensive. But if you are doing the dirty, at least make sure there’s no bread in that basket. I’m not ready to be an uncle yet.”

“Sebastian if you say another word, I will hex you,” Ominis muttered, washing his burning face with cold water.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you two.”

“And how do you even know about it all?”

Seb shrugged, “I read a lot.”

You knew Sebastian got to Ominis when you saw Sallow’s ear-to-eat grin at breakfast. He deliberately sat just behind you, despite Ominis’ attempts to pull him away.

“Slept well, Seraphine?” he asked with a sly tone of voice.

“Oh yes, very,” you decided to play his game.

“Must have pretty good mattresses in the Ravenclaw tower,” he proceeded, despite earning a nudge to the ribs from Ominis.

“Yes, very soft. There’s something about having someone else on top that really makes one feel… safe,” you commented causing Sebastian to snort out his pumpkin juice. “You know, because we have bunk beds.”

He didn’t say a single word after that, but you noticed Ominis’ lips curling into a slight smile.

It was a Sunday so you didn’t have any lessons to attend, which luckily meant that you and Ominis could spend more time together. You decided that it would be a good time to go to Hogsmeade, mainly because you wanted to treat him with Honeydukes. It felt thrilling to walk together, hand in hand, no longer caring who would see.

“So,” he spoke softly,” how did you sleep?”

“Very well,” you responded flirtatiously. “Must have something to do with my bedfellow. And you?”

He blushed but smiled, “I never slept better.”

“Any interesting dreams?” you asked.

“I don’t dream, actually,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Or at least, I never seem to remember my dreams. What about you?”

“Oh, I dreamt all kinds of things. Mostly inappropriate,” you gave his hand a squeeze.

He stopped to hold your face. “Care to share?” he inquired with a seductive tone.

“I’d rather re-enact,” you whispered, giving him a quick kiss.

“Someday,” he pulled away, taking your hand again.

“Do you want to discuss what happened yesterday?” you asked, avoiding looking at his face.

“What would you like to know?”

“Well, I’m mostly worried that you regret it.”

He thought for a bit, running circles on your hand with his thumb, before responding, “No, I don’t regret it. I’m mostly concerned about… the consequences.”

“Consequences of us… making love?”

He nodded. “I don’t want us to go all the way and then come to regret it.”

“I don’t think I would regret being intimate with you.”

“It’s just that… neither of us is experienced… I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

You blushed. No one ever taught you anything about it or even how children are made, other than the obviously false stories of storks carrying infants. All you knew from books was that virginity must be protected at all costs or that you must wait till marriage to find those things out, but realistically you knew that one evening with Ominis like yesterday could cause you to forget every lesson your mother ever taught you. Besides, you weren’t even sure you should uphold societal norms in the wizarding world. After all, who is there to check if you’re being decent or not?

“Are you alright? I didn’t mean to insult or upset you,” Ominis interrupted your train of thought.

“Don’t worry, you didn’t, I was just thinking…” you reassured him. “I’ll leave the matter up to you. I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you’re uncomfortable with. But if you’re worried about me, then don’t. You could never disappoint me.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, relieved. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You wished you had your father’s camera to capture his face when you got him his favourite sweets from Honeydukes.

“I will pay you back,” he could hardly contain his excitement.

“I forbid! It’s my treat, so if you’ll give me any coins for it just know I’ll give them to my nifflers,” you playfully threatened him.

“Noted,” he laughed.

You both settled in a nice spot across the lake from Hogwarts Castle, admiring the view.

“I know we’re dating, but I’m really happy to have you as my friend,” he spoke, eating his candy swirl.

“Likewise. I should’ve confided in you more last year,” you leaned on his shoulder.

“I understand why you didn’t. A secret held by many is no secret at all. And I appreciate you siding with me regarding Sebastian.”

“How are you two doing?”

He contemplated for a bit, before responding, “Good. Not as good as before last year, but he’s still a good friend of mine. Well, one of the few I have in general. I definitely noticed that he learned from his mistakes.”

“I noticed that, too. Especially yesterday. But I still find it hard to trust him.”

He hugged you over the shoulders, kissing the top of your head.

“When Black allows Quidditch to happen again, I think you should go to try-outs. You’d be excellent at it,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because you’re a Keeper,” he let out an adorable giggle.

You pulled away a bit, pretending to be shocked. “Ominis… did you just tell a joke? A Sebastian kind of joke?”

He laughed, unable to contain his amusement, “It was terrible, wasn’t it?”

“Very. Tell that joke again the next time things heat up, it will cool me down in an instant,” you laughed as well.

“Would it really?” he switched to a seductive tone, getting so close to your face that you felt his breath on your lips.

“No, there’s no escape,” you caved, kissing him deeply.

You came back to Hogwarts just as dinner was about to start. As soon as you settled by your tables an owl dropped a letter in Ominis’ lap.

“Can you tell me what’s this about?” Ominis turned around and handed you the letter, unbothered.

“It’s from… your father I think?” you read the name on the envelope.

“Read it to me, please,” he was still calm, digging into his mashed potatoes.

You opened the letter and did a quick read-through, your heart skipping a beat at the mid-way point.

Ominis sensed your shift in mood. “Is something the matter?”

“Your father demands you come back home over Christmas. Says you need to spend it with your family. He heard you made some friends and wants to know more about them,” you summarized the contents.

Ominis dropped his fork and Sebastian exchanged a worried look with you.

“May I?” Ominis turned around again so you could pass him the letter, his voice sounding emotionless.

You watched his back as he ran his fingers through the page, noticing his shoulders tense up. Without saying a word, he set the letter on fire, leaving it to burn on his plate, then stood up and, without saying a word, left the Great Hall.

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You met up with Sebastian and Anne just outside the Great Hall to discuss what just happened.

“This is bad,” Sebastian paced around. “I could count on my fingers how many times Ominis got a letter from anyone in his family. And when he did it was mostly advice on how to suck up to Black or how to act around Muggle-borns. Never to demand him coming back.”

“It might not be as bad as we assume,” Anne tried to find some silver lining. “Maybe he learned that our uncle has passed away and now wants him home instead of spending Christmas with just a couple of unsupervised kids.”

“But he mentioned wanting to find out more about his friends…” you were rubbing your hands nervously.

The Sallow twins exchanged an odd look.

“Yeah, that has to be about you,” Sebastian explained.

“You two weren’t as discreet as you think,” Anne added. “Pretty sure the whole of Hogwarts knows that you two are, at the very least, good friends.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“Can you check up on him? I need to know he’s ok,” you pleaded with them.

The twins nodded and walked away, leaving you to anxiously await any news.

“That little sneaky snitch,” Ominis practically hissed, walking back and forth in an empty corridor. You’ve never seen him this angry. “Of course she told father she saw me with you. I knew that as soon as some happiness would enter my life, my family would come to defecate all over it.”

You, Anne, and Sebastian watched him rant for the last ten minutes, unable to get a word in.

“You don’t have to go, Ominis,” Sebastian finally interrupted. “You can say you already promised to spend Christmas with us. Help us out after uncle’s passing, that sort of thing.”

But it all fell on deaf ears. “I will sew that little snake’s mouth shut,” Ominis spurted, meaning his younger sister.

“You will do no such thing,” Anne stepped in.

“You need to calm down,” you added, trying to get his attention by grabbing his arm. “Sebastian is right, they can’t force you to go home.”

“Oh yes they can,” Ominis bemoaned, trying to get out of your grasp to keep pacing. “For the next few months, they have full rights over me. And since I won’t turn 17 before Christmas, they very much can force me to go home. You also forget that the headmaster is my father’s friend.”

“Why don’t you try what Sebastian suggested and tell that you already promised your friends?”

“As if my father would care,” he scoffed.

You sighed, as this discussion seemingly went nowhere. Turning to the Sallows you asked, “Could you leave us alone for a little bit?”

They nodded and walked away. You took Ominis’ face into your hands. “My love, we will find a solution, you need to trust me, ok?”

He closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle contact.

“Of course I couldn’t just be happy…” his voice sounded mournful. “I shouldn’t have dragged you in…”

“You didn’t drag me anywhere, I had to get you kicking and screaming,” you commented sarcastically. “And we knew from the start this won’t be easy. I didn’t care then and I still don’t care now.”

“You have no idea how–how terrible it would be if they found out who you are…” he choked.

You embraced him, running soothing strokes on his back. “Everything will be alright,” you whispered in his ear.

“Have no one ever taught you any decency, girl?” you heard an arrogant voice nearby.

You both jumped back. It was Headmaster Black.

“I was just…” you tried to explain.

“It’s enough that people like you get to study in this esteemed institution. You don’t need to bring in your low morals here, too,” Black seemed angry, looking at you as if you just kicked his dog.

“Headmaster, I got a bad grade, Miss Vector was just consoling me, as a friend,” Ominis jumped to explain.

Black turned his attention to the blind boy. “And you should know better than to associate with… those sorts of people,” he lifted his nose up. “You are lucky I will not say a word to your father of these improprieties.”

Ominis lowered his head, “I understand, headmaster.”

“And as for you,” Black turned his attention back to you. “You best keep your distance from Mr. Gaunt. He doesn’t need any… distractions. Understood?”

You felt anger build up inside but nodded.

“If I’ll see you interacting with him again, I might need to reconsider your place in this school,” he added.

Your mouth went agape and Ominis seemed shocked, too, uttering, “Headmaster…”

“That would be all,” Black cut him off. “I remove 50 points from Ravenclaw. May this serve as a warning.”

As he walked away, you leaned against the wall. 50 POINTS??? Ominis tried to touch you, but you lifted your hand to get some distance. You didn’t want him to try and calm you down. You didn’t want soft embraces or explanations, or comfort.

You wanted blood.

“Seraphine…” Ominis pleaded.

“That little…” you ground your teeth, “pathetic, STUPID man...”

“Listen to me…”

“…after I saved his ass and the entire school, while he did NOTHING?!”

Ominis grabbed your shoulders, forcefully turning you to face him.

“This is not the fight you want to take,” his voice was firm and serious.

“He can’t forbid us…” you attempted to explain.

“He already did,” Ominis cut you off.

“So what, you will leave me? Just because Black told you to?” you leaned back, shocked.

“I will never leave you,” he pulled you closer. “But we’ll just take this loss and find other ways to make it work. Understood?”

“But…”

“It is not up for negotiation, Seraphine, I need you to trust me on this.”

You bowed your head down. “Understood.”

He gave you a quick hug and walked away, leaving you alone in an empty corridor.

It was the end of hallway hand-holding, walks on the school grounds and even sitting next to each other in shared lessons. During meals you didn’t dare to even turn each other’s way, because Black was there, watching you like a hawk.

You wished that the unfortunate run-in was the last you’d get to see of the headmaster, but now he really was out to get you, deducting points whenever he could for holding your wand ‘threateningly’; having creases on your robe; not wearing a robe; walking ‘mockingly’; and a whopping 20 points for wearing trousers instead of a skirt.

Even Natty and Poppy noticed his changed attitude towards you, but couldn’t offer any advice. Well, Poppy suggested throwing him off the castle walls, but that wasn’t really an option.

You expected Amit to ambush you over lost points, but… nothing happened. It seemed that whole of Hogwarts was on your side, further proving even to sceptics that Black was totally unfit to be the headmaster. You felt branded, attracting unwanted attention wherever you went. Some eyes looked at you sympathetically. Others… not so much.

“So, what are you in for?” Garreth asked playfully as you both waited to be let into the Detention room.

“I helped Ominis Gaunt retrieve his wand from Peeves,” you answered stoically. Black spotted you and gave you to write a 50-inch essay on witch hunts. No doubt a dig at your Muggle heritage. “And you?”

“Eh, same old,” he shrugged. “Sharp wants me to name all Shrivelfig uses in potions.”

“I assume there was an explosion?” you smiled, amused by Weasley’s never-ending antics.

“Not this time, no. Shrunk the classroom table,” the ginger boy laughed.

You both shuffled awkwardly as two more students joined your wait. One was a Slytherin and had purple-stained hands. The other was a Gryffindor and looked like something purple exploded near their face. You quickly figured out why the two were here.

“So, what did you do to the headmaster?” Garreth asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.

“What do you mean?” you were genuinely confused.

“Well, you had to do something for him to hate you this much. Did you shave his cat? Called his wife fat? That wouldn’t be very nice, by the way, the woman had several kids,” he guessed.

“I genuinely didn’t do anything wrong. He just hates me for no reason,” you explained.

“Same way Professor Sharp has it in on me for no reason? Come on, I won’t tell a soul,” there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You thought for a moment about what would be an appropriate answer, finally responding, “He doesn’t think I should be friends with purebloods.”

Garreth was a bit taken aback by your answer. The other two students also fell silent. You noticed something you’ve never seen before – Weasley getting serious.

“You shouldn’t listen to him. It’s people like him who give wizards a bad name,” he said in a serious tone.

“Thank you, Garreth,” you were touched by his unexpected kindness. But before he got to respond you heard footsteps approaching.

“Alright, you lot, ready for Detention?” Gladwin Moon finally showed up to let you all in.

The only places where you could still safely interact with Ominis were the Undercroft and your Room of Requirement. The latter was your romantic oasis, though you couldn’t get too close in case Deek was to spot you. And the former pretty much always had Anne and Sebastian, too. To say you were touch-deprived would be an understatement.

“So,” Sebastian paced around while you were all spending time in the Undercroft, “we essentially have two problems. One – Ominis might need to go visit his family. And two – Black deciding to make Seraphine’s life here a nightmare. Did I miss anything?”

“No, no, that seems pretty accurate,” Ominis sounded strangely annoyed. You wondered if he was also frustrated about the same thing as you.

“We cannot go against the headmaster. At least, not someone like Black, who has connections at the Ministry,” Anne looked worried.

“I don’t care about Black,” you spoke with a slightly trembling voice, “I just want to make sure Ominis does not have to leave.”

“We’ll think of something, I promise,” Sebastian rushed to reassure you.

You, Anne, and Sebastian started talking over each other, each trying to come up with a potential solution, so you didn’t even notice how progressively flustered Ominis got, until he jumped up and shouted, “Enough!”

The room fell silent. You never heard him yell like this and judging from Sebastian and Anne’s faces, neither did they.

“Sebastian, Anne, can you please leave us alone for a bit?” he pleaded, and the twins scurried out of the Undercroft.

You weren’t sure how to approach this mood of his, so you just stood there, waiting for him to speak.

“I-I don’t want you to fix this, Seraphine,” his voice was firm.

“Ominis…” you tried to approach him but he backed off.

“This isn’t something you can just blast through or use your power to overcome. I know these people better than you. It’s not a fight that you can win,” he looked almost sorrowful telling you this, but his tone was serious.

“Love, we will find a way…” you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

“There is no way. I asked you to trust me. You said you do. So, please… just… you can’t fight your way out of this.”

“So what do you want me to do?” you felt your throat close up as a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Nothing. Just this once… just this one time I want you to do nothing,” he practically begged. “Stay out of trouble. Avoid Black. Focus on your studies. And don’t try to solve this. You can’t fix it, darling.”

There was a part of you that wanted to argue, resist his pleas, and solve it head-on, the way you did all of your problems. But how he asked you left you weak and deflated, shaking from bottled-up emotions in a cold Undercroft.

He heard your tearful sniffles and cautiously approached, wrapping his arms around you in a soul-warming embrace.

“Do you know how hard it is for me to just stay back? To watch you get in danger?” you wailed against his shoulder.

“I know. But I wouldn’t ask you this if I thought there was another way. Sometimes you just have to give up today for the sake of a better future,” he sounded like he was about to cry as well.

You calmed down a little before you responded, “If they will hurt you in any way, I will burn them all to the ground.”

Ominis chuckled slightly. “I know.”

Chapter Text

It broke your heart to pretend like Ominis didn’t even exist. But that was your new normal. You tried your best, you really did. You dressed appropriately and attempted not to attract any attention. If you saw Black anywhere around, you turned the other way before he saw you. And on the rare occasions when he would notice you, you’d lower your head and accept the punishment. You gritted your teeth in frustration, your heart physically aching after every difficult day. You were so strong and confident and invincible one year and then became so… crushed. So timid, so afraid, walking on eggshells any time you left the Common room. The very idea that if Professor Fig was alive he would see you like this was enough to send you over the edge.

If it wasn’t for the rare moments that you and Ominis shared in the Room of Requirement or in the Undercroft you’d probably have given up by now. He was your rock from which you drew strength. A glimmer of hope that, eventually, everything will work out.

You had just gotten detention for “hanging around near the Slytherin Common rooms” (you were actually just taking a shortcut to the Potions class) and cried leaning on Ominis’ shoulder. He came to help you tend to your plants and beasts as your depressed mood prevented you from doing anything useful. It took one look at his face to realize how much it hurt him to see you like this. Which didn’t help to feel any better.

“Come,” he spoke softly, leading you to your favourite – Coastal – Vivarium. You helped each other climb up a wall into a secluded sandy area, sheltered from the wind by high rocks. There he conjured a bathtub and filled it up with warm water. You watched him curiously, unable to guess what this is all leading to.

“Undress,” he commanded quietly.

“W-What…” you stuttered, thinking you might’ve misheard.

“I thought you could do with a relaxing bath. We both have a free period, so there’s plenty of time. And I assume you wouldn’t want to get in with your clothes on,” he explained calmly, but his cheeks turned pinkish.

“Umm…” your brain suddenly turned into mush. “W-Will you just stay here while I do?”

He smiled to himself, pocketing his wand before responding, “I can’t see, love.”

“Oh… right,” it clicked. He stood a bit away, but it still felt odd to just start taking your clothes off.

You let your robe drop on the sand by your feet and then removed your shoes, socks, and outer layers. But then you got unbearably shy. He, coincidentally, was facing you, and even though his eyes weren’t pointed directly at you, you still felt as if they were helping you undress.

“I know you can’t see me, but could you please turn around just for a moment?” you asked awkwardly.

He blushed even more but obliged. As soon as he turned around it was as if clouds suddenly shielded the sun and you felt cooler. You finished undressing and slowly got into the tub. The water warmed and relaxed your skin and muscles, and the sounds of the waves crashing into the shore reached your ears, lulling you into relaxation.

“Do you want me to go? I only stayed because I thought you’d want some company…” Ominis asked, still facing away from you.

“No, stay,” you practically whispered, feeling your anxiety fly away with the steam of the water. “And you can turn back around now.”

He placed his robe on the sand, laying down on it to rest. At first, both of you were silent, enjoying the sounds of the wind, the waves, and the noises your beasts made down on the main beach.

Finally, you broke the silence, “I know we had an agreement, but I don’t think I can go on like this. I’m not myself anymore. I’m sure you noticed it, too. How can I study when the only thing I can focus on is you? It shouldn’t be like this. We shouldn’t hide away our feelings like we’re some sort of… criminals.”

He let out a soft sigh before responding, “We might as well be… Neither my family nor Black would accept us being together.”

You got up slightly, causing water to splash outside the rim. “What does it matter what they accept? Last year, when I fought the Goblin rebellion and poachers I did not care that I was alone in it. I did not care that Aurors or Ministry wizards were reluctant to join in the fight. I did what was right regardless. There are no laws against us being together. Our friends support us. I just don’t understand why, after pretty much breaking the rules all year round, I have to hide now. Please, Ominis, you have to understand how it feels. All I want is for us to be happy and now you’re saying I have to let fate decide? I’m…”

You choked up a little but quickly regained your voice, “I’m afraid. I’m afraid that while you’re away something will happen to you and I will have no way to prevent it. And that if something… bad… were to happen to you our last time together would’ve been cowering from Black, afraid to even hold each other’s hand. I don’t want to let people like this dictate my life. This isn’t how it should be.”

You never laid yourself so bare before anyone. Both literally and figuratively. He listened patiently, not interrupting, and you avoided looking at him so as to not lose your composure.

He contemplated for a while after you finished, eventually speaking himself, “I guess this is where we differ. This whole situation is normal for me… because that’s how my life was until I cut ties with my family. I understand that you’re struggling and I wish I could help more beyond a silly encouragement, but you have to trust me with the way we should handle this situation. It won’t be easy, but it will get resolved, I promise.”

“It’s strange to leave it up to someone else…” you hugged your knees in the tub, sinking a bit lower.

“I can handle it. I know you’re very protective of the people you care about, but I can stand my ground. And these are the enemies I faced my entire life. I know them. I know the worst they can do.”

“I’ll still worry about you,” you finally glanced at him, looking unbearably handsome and serene on the ground, blond hair shimmering in the false sunlight. He smiled, turning his face slightly towards you.

“I know. I was really looking forward to spending Christmas with you,” the smile vanished from his face, replaced by a forlorn expression. “I will come back, I swear. And then there will only be a month before my birthday, after which they will no longer have power over me.”

You lurched up, causing the water to spill more, mouth agape, “A month till your birthday? Ominis, how long are you planning on staying with your family?”

He pressed his lips together, before carefully replying, “For the entirety of Christmas holidays…”

“No… That’s New Year’s as well,” you shuddered at the thought that he’d be with the Gaunts for so long.

He didn’t respond, opal eyes blankly staring into nothingness. You jumped out of the tub, quickly drying yourself off and getting dressed.

“Where are you off to?” he sat up, worried.

“To class. I don’t want to miss it,” you turned around, rushing away from him before he heard you cry. You’ve already cried in front of him one too many times.

You made a promise that you’ll let him handle this… And you knew that in order to make this work you had to let him take initiative over certain matters. Especially the ones he knew more about. But God was it hard to let go.

Somehow, you managed to run into Black again, so after dinner, you were dragging your feet to the Detention room when Deputy Headmistress Weasley stopped you.

“Yes, professor?” you asked, in a not-so-friendly tone.

“Where are you going?” Weasley inquired.

“Well, I got detention,” you answered.

“Nonsense,” she waved you off. “Go back to your friends.”

“But Professor Black…” you tried to explain, unsure yourself why you were defending your own unfair punishment.

“Headmaster should know better than to punish bright and capable students for simply existing,” she cut you off, irritated at her boss.

“Thank you, professor,” you beamed, turning around on your heel.

“Miss Vector,” Professor Weasley stopped you again.

“Yes, professor?”

“Next time the headmaster decides to take out his frustrations on you, come to me first.”

You nodded, grateful for her support.

But that wasn’t the only unexpected act of kindness.

“Miss Vector, can you name three main uses for dittany?” Professor Sharp asked you in one of his lessons.

“To heal wounds, to brew potions, and… just to grow as a plant?” you responded meekly.

“I would replace a third one for wand-making, but good effort. 50 points to Ravenclaw,” Sharp awarded you.

Your jaw dropped. While students from other houses whispered in confusion, Ravenclaws cheered. No one has ever gotten 50 points for answering a question and certainly not from Sharp.

Other professors also seemed to reward you for the smallest of things, with Professor Ronen going as far as awarding 5 points to Ravenclaw because of how well-kept your Charms schoolbook was. It finally clicked to you that for every point Black took away, other professors added. It helped restore some of your confidence, though you did your best to avoid Black and not to abuse your teachers’ generosity. For the first time in weeks, you felt secure again.

But with Christmas quickly approaching, your mental state slowly went downhill again. You counted days, clinging to Ominis any chance you got, trying to burn everything about him into your memory – from his beauty mark patterns to the smell of his skin. You believed that he will come back, you were just afraid that he might not. So, any time you were alone together you were glued to his body as if to merge yourself and him into one person. You needed to etch him in your mind so that if something, anything, were to happen to him – a single scratch on his beautiful face, a single strand of hair not where it belongs to…

Every night you dreamt of dark figures using Crucio on Ominis. His handsome features distorting in pain, his melodic voice transforming into a blood-curdling screech… It drove you insane. You’d wake up wailing and panting, cold sweat running down your forehead. You wanted to run to him, make sure he was ok, but you couldn’t.

Then an idea popped into your head.

“What is it?” he asked, as you excitedly dragged him to the same Coastal Vivarium area that he conjured a bath in a couple of weeks ago. It was the beginning of December and Hogwarts opened its Christmas season with an ever-growing number of beautiful decorations.

“Oh,” you slapped your forehead, realising he cannot see what was in front of him. “I got us a tent. Found it at an Ashwinder camp, still unused. Has plumbing and everything. Don’t worry, I completely remodelled the interior. Care to check?”

“Umm, sure,” he responded somewhat reluctantly and raised his wand before following you in.

Inside you showed him the living area with shelves and settees, made cosy by as many blankets and pillows as you could conjure. Then there was a full bathroom, with soft towels and toiletries that you nicked from Ravenclaw girls’ bathroom. On a separate area of the tent, divided from the living room by a thick curtain, was a double bed, a wardrobe, and two bedside cabinets with oil lamps on each.

“It’s very nice, but who is it for?” Ominis asked, slightly worried.

“Well, that’s the thing…” you nervously rubbed your hands together. “I thought, before you have to leave, we could stay here. Together.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he blushed.

“Why not? It would give us a chance to spend more time together before… you know. And it’s not like we haven’t slept together before,” you sounded a bit more desperate than you intended. “Besides, we don’t have to do anything you’d be uncomfortable with.”

He let out an amused breath before replying, “It’s not the things that would make me uncomfortable that I worry about… It’s the things that I’m afraid I’ll do if left alone with you for too long.”

His voice lowered as he said it, sending shivers down your spine and a tingling sensation in your lower belly.

“I understand,” you whispered, more upset than you thought you’d be. He immediately picked up on that and approached to embrace you.

“I do want to stay with you. Merlin, that’s all I can think about every night… But I don’t think that would be wise.”

You pulled him in for a passionate, longing-filled kiss, causing him to let out a small gasp. The tingling sensation turned into an all-out storm as if you were jumping off a cliff. You channelled all of your frustration, all desperate longing for his touch, all your love, all your passion into it, and started to feel him responding, as he pulled you even closer and deepened the kiss. You opened your mouth and felt his tongue slip in, eliciting a moan out of you.

His hands wandered across your body, turning your brain into mush. You wanted him. Now. Desperately.

But as you began to unbutton his west he stopped your hands, breaking the kiss.

“That’s what I meant… when I said… that it’s a bad idea…” he was breathing heavily.

“I promise I’ll behave,” you attempted to get close to him again, but he stepped back.

“I can’t make any such promises,” he said in a voice that sent flames through your body.

“Please, Ominis! I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t think that we’re running out of time, and that pretty soon you’ll be away for the entirety of our holidays. I can’t sleep without dreaming of something horrible happening to you. I need to be near you. In any way. If you want, I’ll sleep on the settee here, you can have the bedroom, just, please… I need to feel your presence…”

He stepped forward again to embrace you, “I won’t lie to you and say that I’m not afraid either. For you and for myself… Alright. I’ll stay here with you. Sebastian will not let me live it down, but if it will make you feel better…”