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Arlo, Willo, and Professor Fig walked through the gates together, the final repository at the end of the path. Everything they’ve gone through since the beginning of their journey to Hogwarts, has led them to this very moment.

“We made it.” Willo gasped, as she saw the goblin silver ball filled with unparalleled, ancient magic.

“I’m relieved we got here before Ranrok.” Fig smiled at the twins, looking back at them.

“I can’t believe this is it.” Arlo couldn’t help but look around in awe, his eyes almost sparkling at the cavern. “The repository has been under the castle for hundreds of years!”

“Think of all the pain that created it…” Fig’s demeanor turned solemn as he recalled the events, “This is what Miriam, George, your friend, Lodgok, and countless others died for.”

Arlo and Willo shared a brief look. The two of them wordlessly remembered and grieved everything that had happened, that had to happen so that they could find the final repository. Fig lost his wife and a friend and the twins lost a goblin friend too.

“Miriam believed this forgotten magic could be used for such good… but she did not know the risks.” Fig continued, his hands clasped together as he reminded the twins of what they saw through the pensieves, “She did not see what the keepers have shown you, what Isidora showed you.”

Arlo felt a chill swim up his spine when he remembered how terrifyingly empty Isidora’s father looked, stripped of all pain but also all emotion. He gulped as Fig made eye-contact between him and his sister.

“You two are now the Keepers of whatever power it holds. What do you intend to do with it?” Fig asked, though they could tell it wasn’t rhetorical. Even though he may have had a preference, he genuinely trusted these two children, wielders of ancient magic, to decide on the fate of this repository.

The twins faced each other, both with hundreds of thoughts running through their mind yet unsure if the other was on the same page as them. They spent so long searching for the repositories, completing the trials together, and helping their friends that they never really sat down to have a conversation to decide what they both wanted to do when they found the repository. Of course, the utmost priority was to keep it off of Ranrok’s hands, but now it’s on their hands.

“What are you thinking?” Arlo finally asked, after a deafening moment of silence.

Willo’s eyes widened and her shoulders jolted for a moment, as if it was entirely unexpected for Arlo to speak, “Well, obviously we can’t blow it up. I’m no genius but if this is uncharted territory and not even the Keepers know what to do with it, we can’t just dump it out and expect no consequences.”

“Right.” Arlo nodded, his arms crossed as he stared at the repository. “So you agree that we should let it be and protect it?”

“Well, I thought we would…” Willo’s voice faded, her eyes no longer looking at anyone but the floor.

“Do you…” Arlo’s jaw dropped as he nearly slipped taking a step back, “Do you plan to use that thing?” His finger pointed at it alarmingly.

“Think about it, Arlo! Isn’t it just as dangerous to just leave it alone?” Willo raised her voice as she pleaded her case, “Even if we defeat Ranrok, there will be more people like him and we don’t know when there’s going to be another wizard or witch like us again!”

“Willo, no one knows how powerful this magic is and what are its limits!” Arlo gestured madly at the repository, his eyes crazed with desperation against his sister’s plan, “In the wrong hands, it might hurt us or hurt others!”

“Arlo, look at us!” Willo gestured at herself and her brother, then pointed her wand outside the gate. “Don’t you see what we’ve accomplished? Our strength, our minds, our stamina! We are powerful. We only just got here and we’re better than other peers. Imagine what we could do with this power and use it for good. Arguably, we could even be more powerful than Merlin—“

“Willo,” Arlo grabbed her by the shoulders, “Stop it. I don’t care if you and I are the most powerful in Hogwarts or the entire Wizarding world. You’re forgetting one thing.” He looked intensely into her eyes to make sure she didn’t miss it, “We’re only fifteen. Even if we could ever wield this dangerous magic, it would take years to control it, let alone study it.”

“But the keepers are trusting us to look after it?” Willo asked, looking at the repository once again.

“…Yes. Because we might be the only ones in this century, in the entire United Kingdom who can see ancient magic.” Arlo frowned, feeling a weight sinking into his shoulders. “We can’t just neglect this but I don’t think we should use it as our own either.”

Willo glanced at Arlo and at the repository, then she closed her eyes and took a breath. “Fig?” She turned her head to face their professor, “We plan to leave the repository as it is.”

With that, Arlo let out a breath of relief. Suddenly the burden on his shoulders felt a little lighter, knowing that his sister will be with him on this.

Fig also smiled, “I'm pleased to hear that.” Then he looked up, his relief replaced with a thoughtful expression, “I’ve been thinking…”

“What is it, professor?” Arlo asked.

“I’ve spent all year trying to keep our journey a secret from everyone. Including Professor Weasley.” Prof. Fig continued, remembering that the entire faculty was out there, fighting off goblins from the rebellion all because he trusted Weasley and she trusted him. “But now I wonder if I should’ve shared it with her… and the others—sooner. Trusted them more...”

Arlo nodded in agreement, Willo had no trouble keeping secrets but her brother did. Though even she agreed that it would’ve eased the burden a bit more. Prof. Weasley has proven multiple times that she could be trustworthy.

“The Keepers wanted their secret to be locked away forever. How long will you two keep it?” Once again, it wasn’t a rhetorical, trick question from Professor Fig. He genuinely wanted their opinion.

Arlo looked at Willo once again, but to her surprise, he said “Well, the Keepers were right. The risk of using this magic is too dangerous. It’s our responsibility alone to keep it safe.”

But to Arlo and Fig’s surprise, Willo said, “No. Professor Fig is right. We’ve barely survived to make it here.” She shook her head, “We’ll keep it to ourselves for now. But if we’re going to keep it closed, then we can’t keep doing this alone. We just have to trust the right people to keep this secret…”

“…If you’re sure.” Arlo hesitated for a moment, after receiving a confident, reassuring nod from her, he turned to face Professor Fig. “Then we plan to keep it a secret for now. But in time, when we’re ready, we’ll tell only those we trust everything — and accept their help.”

“I believe this is what Miriam would have wanted.” A smile formed his lips, wide enough to crinkle his eyes, “We should trust in others. If anyone can rise to the challenge, it’s you two, my bright ones.”

When he looked away, his eyes grew wide and his mouth went agape. Arlo and Willo turned to see where his gaze fell only to find out that they weren’t the only ones who finally made it.

“Ugh… The arrogance of wizardkind.” Ranrok groaned as he slowly stepped closer to them, “Goblins built this repository. It belongs to us.”

“Enough, Ranrok. It was never yours.” Willo glared at him as she and her brother drew out their wands, Prof. Fig also followed suit.

But Ranrok had also pulled out his own wand, “I’ve been wanting to play with this…” He devilishly grinned.

Fig’s face fell upon immediate recognition of the possession in Ranrok’s hand, “Miriam’s wand…” Even with only a single glance, you can hear his heart breaking.

“If she simply handed over the container— all of this could have simply been avoided.” Ranrok meticulously looked at the wand in his hand before looking at Fig dead in the eyes, “Foolish, self-important witch.”

With an angry cry, Fig shot him with a jinx but it was no use, Ranrok blocked it with a shield around him. How he learned the spell, no one knew but it didn’t matter at this point.
They all knew he learned to do more than defend.

“Seems you were two of a kind.” Ranrok tirelessly growled in his voice, “She didn’t know when to give up either!”

He must’ve been too aggravated to properly pick his target— one of the twins or Fig, or maybe it was intentional. Because based on his aim, the spark from his wand went directly towards the final repository.
As the repository exploded, its magic transferred to its attacker. The others took cover as Ranrok consumed the magic, transforming slowly into what seemed to be a dragon made out of the repository’s goblin silver.

The twins and Fig looked up with their faces etched in terror, the dragon roaring ferociously, “GOBLINKIND WILL ANSWER TO NO ONE.”

“Arlo!!” Willo’s eyes scanned around the cavern battleground frantically, searching for him. First the twins got separated by Fig during the fall, but after taking a massive hit on Ranrok and returning him back into his goblin form, she lost him for a moment.

As she ran to find him, hoping she first found Ranrok himself, no longer a dragon, just a weakened goblin.

“Willo!!!” Arlo ran to her, hugging his sister tightly. She squeezed him back briefly only for him to pull back and check if she was hurt. Willo nodded to let him know that she’s fine but then she also spotted something else.
She walked away from her brother’s arms and knelt down to pick it up, it was Miriam’s wand.

The twins looked up and saw the ancient magic floating aimlessly around the air, crashing against more rocks to create more fallen debris. Willo couldn’t help but realize her brother might be right, it was unbridled, chaotic, and unpredictable. And it could hurt. Maybe she—or someone else—-could control it one day. But right now, it does need to be contained.

With a yell, Arlo pointed at a rock one of the chaotic magic remnants hit, struggling to keep together. Willo supported him, using Miriam’s wand. To their surprise, they had a third extra hand to help patch it up. They turned to find Fig again.

“Professor!” Arlo walked over to him, Willo relieved to see him again. Then the cavern started to quake, the ground growing unstable again.

As Fig struggled to keep the place from falling apart with his magic, he cried out to the twins. “You need to contain it!”

Willo and Arlo looked at each other, then lifted their heads up to see the ancient magical remnants swarming in disorder.

The twins both raised their wands up, creating a ball of force to bring all the destructive ancient magic in the air towards it, the two of them struggling as there was an overwhelming amount.

“You are stronger than you know!” Fig cheered them on, the twins glancing at him then looking at each other.

They’re strong and they weren’t alone.

With one more united cry, the twins put in everything they’ve got and contained the magic together. And the repository is contained, back to its former glory once again. But there was no time to celebrate when the twins noticed Fig weak and on the floor.

“Professor!” They both cried out as they rushed to his side. Willo lifted his arm as Arlo rushed to support Fig’s neck.

“Miriam…” Fig uttered with a pained gasp, Willo quickly took out the wand she had picked up from earlier and showed it to Fig.

Fig’s eyes managed to open up as he clutched for his late wife’s wand, smiling at the twins. “Miriam would have loved you two, my bright ones.”

Willo felt a stab at her heart and her eyes started to water from hearing the nickname again in these circumstances, her hands holding on to Fig’s tightly. Arlo shook his head, his brain helplessly ran through ways to still save him.

“The Wizarding World could not be in more capable hands.” Fig formed one last weak smile and let out one last breath, his grip began to loosen on Willo’s hands as he finally began to rest. Willo picked up his body and began to sob into Fig’s chest, Arlo hugging the both of them and shedding his own tears as well.

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Spring 1891
“Professor Eleazar Fig. I daresay he was a beloved professor to many of you. Certainly a… long-standing colleague to his peers.” Headmaster Black stood at the podium in the Great Hall, struggling to find the right words that would respectfully honor the fallen, “A famed adventurer and renowned seeker of knowledge. He built a reputation—charging into the unknown—brazenly disregarding both direction and safety. Providing, perhaps, an unfortunate lesson for us all.”

The entire student body and every single member of the faculty were present, sitting where they all would normally be during a feast but instead were paying their respects to Professor Fig.
Arlo and Willo sat together at the edge of a random table, alone but with only each other.
Headmaster Black struggled to find the words in his eulogy for Fig, even struggling to say Miriam’s name in the process.

Professor Weasley thankfully stepped in and indicated that she finished it for him. Black stepped out of the way, giving Weasley access to the podium. She began to start over. “Professor Fig represented the best of all of us. He could be deviously clever, possessed a brilliantly inquisitive mind, and was the most loyal of friends. But perhaps it was his remarkable courage for which we will all be forever indebted to him. If not for Professor Fig…” Professor Weasley paused for a moment, smiling a little. “Well, I can say with confidence that if not for him, many of us—let alone Hogwarts—would not be here today.”

There was a solemn look on Black’s face as a majority of the hall nodded in agreement. Professor Weasley continued, “Those who knew him best will agree that we must now honor him as only Hogwarts can. By wisely, resourcefully, justly, and bravely facing all that lies ahead.”

Arlo and Willo exchanged a look as Headmaster Black began to step forward and raised a goblet, “To Professor Fig!”

And everyone raised their goblets to honor their great professor and kind friend—and for the twins, their loyal mentor.

“Can’t believe we lost Fig.” Sebastian gave his condolences to the twins after the memorial, “I didn’t know him as well as you did but I know he was a good man.”

“He really was, Seb.” Arlo said. Willo wanted to form a little smile for that but she couldn’t. Arlo wasn’t in a cheery mood either but he didn’t want Sebastian to think they were giving him the silent treatment.

“Glad Weasley spoke for him, she honored him well.” Sebastian added, "Fig will be well-remembered.”

Willo managed to nod this time, but she couldn’t speak. She hasn’t spoken much since the battle under Hogwarts. She was able to at least excuse herself, leaving Arlo and Sebastian alone.

Arlo had remembered something important and felt that he had to inform him immediately. “Sebastian, there’s something you should know. It’s to do with Victor Rookwood.”

Sebastian nodded, “I heard a rumor that he confronted you outside of Ollivander’s. Sounds as if you faced quite a fight.”

“The rumors are true and I did. But it’s not that.” He shook his head, “ Just before Rookwood attacked, he uttered something familiar. The same words Anne heard before she was cursed—‘Children should be seen and not heard.’"

“Wait… What—what are you saying?” Sebastian raised his voice loud enough to create an echo but Arlo kept his volume at a minimum.

“It wasn’t Ranrok’s loyalists who cursed Anne—It was Rookwood. It was Rookwood all along.” Arlo emphasized, in hopes that Sebastian’s prejudice would finally wither.

“This- This can’t be! It was the Loyalists. It’s always been them.” He shook his head in denial, “The night Anne was cursed, all she saw were goblins.” “Once Rookwood allied with Ranrok, Isidora’s estate became an interest to them both.”

Arlo explained the other side, “That’s why Rookwood was there the night Anne was cursed. He was working with Ranrok. When he saw your sister— well, he didn’t want anyone to know—“ “So he cursed her.”

Sebastian finished his sentence, “And she’s never been the same. So cruel. Rookwood deserved what he got.” Sebastian was seething for a moment, then his expression began to soften when he looked up at Arlo, “Thank you for telling me. It wasn’t a goblin… I suppose I owe you an apology.”

Arlo nodded, grateful that Sebastian was getting to his senses but he wished his friend was less like this sooner.

Sebastian continued, "All this time I thought goblins were the enemy. But it was never that simple. I have a lot to think about… let’s speak again soon.”

Summer 1891
Muggle culture was interesting. Ominis was surprised to find himself enjoying his stay at the Timber family home.
Mr. and Mrs. Timber were surprisingly hospitable and welcomed him to their home, doing their best to make him feel comfortable. Ominis shared his Summer nights with Arlo in his room, while Willo stayed in her own room. The twins normally roomed together but Willo volunteered to stay in the guest room by herself for the summer.
Ominis didn't have to but sometimes he helped out with the household chores, just to have something to do. Arlo and Willo's parents underestimated how much Ominis' disability hinders him, but it eventually made sense to them since he is a wizard with a sentient wand. They don't understand the details but they can accept the idea of it. The Timber couple tried not to seem rude as they've just never really interacted with wizards – and their adoptive children don't quite count.

On some sunny days, Arlo would be working on the family garden and Ominis would assist him. Arlo would tell him about the plants and vegetables that they grow, it was like taking muggle herbology. When he was indoors and there wasn't work to do, he'd sit with Willo and she would read him books written by muggle authors. Sometimes the fiction that featured some sort of magic system would be amusing to him. Since Ominis needed his wand to get around, he was normally never seen in public but the neighbors knew that the Timbers had a guest from their children's boarding school. So on most days, Ominis was indoors, which wasn't a problem because it rained most of the time where the twins lived. The Timbers also had a piano and Willo would practice on it for hours. On one occasion, she played a song that was familiar to Ominis and he softly sang along. Arlo was in the room when this had happened and he was astonished by how beautiful the boy's voice was.

The twins also stayed in contact with their friends over the summer. They received owls from Natsai Onai, who was back home in Uganda over the summer. But because she lived quite far away and Africa's Wizarding Post-System was different from the Europeans, letters took a while to send and get back.
They also often exchanged owls with Poppy Sweeting. She was studying beasts with her grandmother and would often mention her findings and information she'd learned in her letters. Strangely enough, most of her letters were often addressed to Arlo specifically. Willo didn't mind though, she could sense why.

They only ever had one owl from Sebastian at the start of break. He updated Ominis and the Timber twins about his current situation. In his letter, he mentioned that Anne had been admitted to a special unit in St. Mungos; she decided to give herself another chance over her curse. Sebastian has been visiting a few times but she doesn't and refuses to say much to him, though he painfully understands why not. Because their only remaining guardian is deceased and the Sallow twins were still minors, the authorities have considered putting them in an orphanage. Fortunately, Professor Matilda Weasley decided to take Sebastian in for the Summer. Since he was often in detention during his last two years in Hogwarts, Headmaster Black thought it best to expel him from school, however, lacked a good reason (as he was unaware of Sebastian practicing the dark arts.) Professor Weasley has heard about the discussion between the ministry and the school on what to do with him and volunteered to temporarily accept him as her ward.

“I don't know what she sees in me but she says she sees that I'm bright and I have potential.” wrote Sebastian in his letter, "While I still get to visit Anne, I've been sort of given a job from Professor Weasley. I've also been doing some household work here and there. I'm not too excited about it but I prefer being Weasley's new house elf than being stuck in Azkaban... Thank you for not turning me in, by the way."
Of course, the Timber twins wrote him back. Mentioning how Ominis is with them over the summer and how they all miss Sebastian. They've asked for updates on him and on Anne's health but they never got an owl back after that.

Summer was fun but the Timber twins had a rough first year, still discussing how they would be keepers of the final repository. They still grieved over their mentor, Professor Fig, and they were burdened with a lot of work outside of school. They needed the break and having a friend like Ominis home with them helped. They would've offered Sebastian the same thing but he insisted he didn't want to be far from Anne.

There was one summer memory that Ominis treasured the most; it was when he sat down on a chair outside the porch. He couldn't wander around without taking out his wand so he had to keep it hidden, figuring out the layout of the porch purely on touch.
It was horrible.

He nearly would've fallen off and hurt himself if it weren't for Willo, who came outside with him, pulling him away from the edge. "Oh dear, come sit down please." Willo guided him to a wooden rocking chair, he was a bit startled by the sudden movement but he eventually adjusted.

"Thank you..." he mumbled as he gripped the armrests.

"How does being outside here feel?" she asked. It would've been really warm and cool if it was a sunny day with the breeze flowing to one's face. But it was raining. And a bit heavily too.

Ominis didn't know how to feel about the droplets of water that would splatter a little on his skin and clothes or how strong the sound of the pouring rain rang in his ears. "It's... damp." was his only answer to Willo's question.

"Welcome to the West Coast of Ireland." She lightly laughed, taking a seat near Ominis.

"Arlo hates the rain. When we first found out that Hogwarts was located in Scotland, he was anxious to see the sun."

"What about you?" Ominis asked.

"Hm?"

"Do you hate the rain?"

"No. Perhaps because I'm an indoor person but I often don't mind it." Willo gently closed her eyes, "I always enjoy the sound of rain against the window pane. But there's something about being outside when it's raining."

"You don't find it bothersome?" asked Ominis, feeling a little overstimulated by the pitter-patter.

“Is it strange that I don't? I really love the smell of the grass when the weather's like this.” She took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Ominis sniffed the air and he could smell the fragrance she mentioned.

"It's an interesting scent, for sure." In the distance, a clap of thunder crashed and Ominis' hands clung to the arms of his chair, the noise catching him off-guard.

“Does thunder frighten you, Ominis?” She giggled, the bewildered expression on his face was unintentionally funny.

“And what if it does? Is it a crime to be blind and terrified?” He scoffed, eyebrows furrowed at his friend for mocking his state.

“No, it is not.” She tried to calm herself, but thunder struck again and Ominis felt like he was about to go into a cardiac arrest.

To his surprise, he felt Willo reach out to his hand, holding it tightly.
“I'm with you.”

“I... I know.” Ominis attempted to make a sarcastic remark but he couldn't help but find the simple gesture touching. He wasn't used to such physical affection. With the family he came from, he only knew pain or no pain. He would occasionally receive friendly hugs or high-fives from Sebastian but this felt like new territory to Ominis.

After a short pause, Willo suggested, “We can go inside if you want.”

Ominis did kind of want to go back inside. But Willo liked rainy days. “Perhaps later. Let's stay outside a little longer.”

“Are you sure? If you can't, we don't need—”

“Oh hush, I'm not a baby.” Ominis scoffed playfully, “Thunder surprises me but it's nothing worse than what we've faced before.”

Willo nodded in agreement, “I suppose you're right.” They stayed outside a little longer, Ominis squeezed her hand despite no thunder.

Now August was near its end and Ominis had to return to the wizarding world earlier than the Timber twins, due to a special event being hosted by the Gaunts. What was it for? Ominis didn't bother to learn, he just knew that he was needed back home for family image reasons. And were it not for such an "urgent but momentous" occasion, his family could care less about how long Ominis was staying at the Sallow’s place (which was where he wasn't.)

“Wingardium leviosa.” Ominis pointed his wand at a pile of clothes and it flew into his suitcase, folded neatly. There was a light knock at the door.
“Come in, Willo.”

“How did you know it was me?” The girl walked inside the room.

“Your footsteps are lighter than Arlo's, it's easier to tell with this flooring.” He explained as he accio'ed more of his things.

“May I ask why you've stopped by?”

“I wanted to help you pack.”

“Thank you but I think I got it from here.” Ominis nodded reassuringly as he placed the last of his belongings inside his bag.

“Then I'll help you go look for that missing sock Arlo mentioned the other day.” She walked around the room, rummaging through the closet door and drawers.

“I'll live.” Ominis scoffed playfully, nearly finished with his bags. “It's not like that sock was made of silk or something like that.”

“Did you enjoy your stay here, Ominis?” Willo asked, making conversation as she closed a drawer shut.

“It... was surprisingly pleasant. I'm grateful for your parents' hospitality.” Ominis smiled to himself, walking over to his bag to shut it close. “And for yours and Arlo's too, of course.”

“You're always welcome here.” Willo dug through another drawer, “I mean it.”

“I sense that my father will find out soon enough but... if I ever get the chance again, I'll come back.” Ominis fiddled with his wand mindlessly.

“Found it!” To Ominis' surprise, Willo triumphantly handed him his sock.

The boy carefully felt the texture of the material, “Well, what do you know? It is mine.” Ominis chuckled lightly, then unlocked his suitcase again to place the sock inside. “Thank you, Willo.”

“You're welcome.” She beamed proudly, “No need to repay me either. Unless you'd like to, of course.” Ominis laughed dryly at the girl, “You could save me from a werewolf attack and I wouldn't reward you with even a single galleon.”

“Hey, who told you I was all about money? I can be rewarded by other things.” Willo raised her brow at him, with her hands on her hips, as she stood next to him.

“That's true. Perhaps you'd love a cure for boils. Maybe even need it.” Ominis teased her, laughing when she smacked his shoulder.

“You don't even know what's on my face!” She huffed and this left Ominis a bit thoughtful.

“You're right. I don't.” Ominis hesitated then spoke up shyly, “If I could ask... Would you mind if I touched your face?”

“Oh?” Willo was taken aback for a moment.

“I don't want to invade your privacy, I'm simply curious as to how you look. Since my sense of touch is stronger than my sense of sight, obviously, it would help me gain a better understanding of how you might look like.” Ominis pocketed his wand, he looked embarrassed, “I've tried it on Sebastian, Anne, and Arlo before. But if the idea makes you uneasy, we can forget about it. It's fine.”

“I... don't mind.” Thank goodness the boy was blind or he'd see the bright pink that tinted her cheeks.

“Are you sincerely sure? It's not like I'll die if I don't know your face.”

“Go ahead, Ominis, it's fine.” She nodded, insisting. Ominis smiled and hesitantly turned to face her, “Just help me out a little, I don't want to... misplace my hands.” Willo hummed affirmatively and she faced Ominis, guiding his hands to her face. He felt her cheeks, her ears, her nose, the shape of her eyes. Willo wondered if he could feel the heat growing in her cheeks. She hoped not.

“You won't feel it but I also have some freckles on my face.” Willo attempted to cut the silence and the tension between them, “My brother has them too.”

“I was told they're like constellations on one's skin.” Said Ominis, looking up at the direction he assumed Willo was, “It's a little hard to imagine stars on a person's skin.”

“Admittedly, I don't like them. They're handsome on my brother but not on me.” Willo was a little surprised with herself, she wasn't often insecure about her physical appearance. That was a lie. She didn't often admit her insecurities to anyone at all.

“I can't honestly tell you that that's not true since I'm unable to see it.” Ominis let out a small, pathetic chuckle and shrugged, his fingertips gently caressing her cheeks, “But I can feel that it doesn't get in the way of your soft skin.”

Willo's heart skipped a beat, and as if that didn't drive her up a wall yet, Ominis' thumb brushed against her lips and she let out a yearning sigh.

“What was that for?” he asked.

Longing. That was the answer she wanted to give but couldn't. Instead, Willo said, “Nothing, I've just realized how exhausted I am. Been quite a long day.”

“I understand, sorry.” He nodded, about to release his hands but the girl grabbed them, keeping them in place on her face.

“Willo?”

“Not of you. I'm exhausted but... just a little bit longer.” She shyly begged, melting into his touch. "Please."

Ominis felt a burning in his cheeks and ears, he softly uttered an “Okay” as the two stayed like that for a few more minutes. He had a rough idea now of what Willo looked like, he could tell that she had cute features. At least, it was cute to him. Ominis continued to cup her cheeks, lifting his right hand to caress them with his knuckles. He was surprised with how warm she felt under his touch. It was like a sweet, fervid fire for his cold hands, like he was buried in snow for days. Ominis was melting for her but he couldn't help but wonder if she was melting too.

Heavier footsteps entered the room and Arlo appeared at the doorway, “Ominis, have you finished– Oh.”

Willo and Ominis immediately broke away from each other, both extremely red in the face. “It's not what you think!” Ominis stammered, his hands patting his pockets for his wand.

“Frankly, I don't know what to think…” said Arlo with a dumbfounded look. Willo cleared her throat, “He just wanted to know how my face looked, Arlo. That's all.”

“I see.” Arlo looked between the two of them, then chuckled in a teasing but intimidating nature, “Don't study her too much, mate.”

Ominis gulped and nervously changed the subject, “I– Uh, to answer your question, yes, I did. I finished packing, yes.”

“Mhm.” Arlo crossed his arms, “Good. Just wanted to see if I could help. Well, anyway, supper is ready.”

“Oh, wonderful, I'm starving.” Willo left the room a little too quickly after, it was just Arlo and Ominis in the room.

“I really had no ill intentions, honest,” Ominis explained himself, he faced the direction where he heard Arlo. “It was with her consent too. I was simply curious.”

“Calm down, you're not in trouble.” Arlo's shoulder leaned against the doorway as Ominis sighed a breath of relief.

“Don't think I haven't noticed any of the agonizingly thick tension between you both.”

“Tension? I haven't the slightest—”

“Don't bother fibbing to me, I'm not going to squeal a thing to her.” For some reason, Ominis gradually relaxed. “I'm not mad about you two, I'm simply cautious.”

“Elaborate?” Ominis gave him a curious expression.

“I trust you, Ominis. But if you ever hurt my sister, I'll curse you for the rest of your years.” Arlo's demeanor then immediately switched from menacing to his usual, friendly, and polite self.

“I'll meet you at the table.” As he left, Ominis gulped, he wasn't used to being threatened by the Ravenclaw. He didn't know Arlo had it in him. In fact, he was used to the other way around.

That morning, the Timber twins dropped Ominis Gaunt off at the train station platform nine and three quarters, bound to his home where the Gaunt family resided. And there, he received... unexpected news.

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Fall 1890

“Professor Weasley! There are two more to be sorted…” Headmaster Black grumbled as the two fifth-years followed behind him. Arlo felt sheepish behind him while Willo hid her inflated ego, though she enjoyed the eyes on her. 

Prof. Weasley smiled at the two kids, then gestured at the stool. “Welcome. You’re just in time. Have a seat.” 

“Ooh, me first!” Willo rushed towards the chair, beating Arlo. She seemed anxious and eager compared to her brother, who was still embarrassed for being incredibly late. Though frankly, it was no one’s fault as the twins and Prof. Fig were entangled in an unexpected quest full of mysteries. Unfortunately, they can’t bring that up as an excuse. The twins, especially Willo, had wondered all morning as to what house they would be sorted into. The two of them didn’t expect themselves to see ancient magic. 

“A bit older than the others, aren’t you?” The Sorting Hat that sat on Willo’s head said, “You come here with preferences and preconceptions – certain expectations.” 

With a wide smile reaching her cheeks, she answered the talking hat. “I’m looking forward to exploring Hogwarts and the world beyond the castle and grounds.” 

“Indeed. Much can be gleaned by having an adventurous spirit.” The hat told her, “But your professors have a great deal to teach you as well.” 

Arlo nodded in affirmation, though it wasn’t talking to him, he couldn’t help but agree. Then suddenly, the sorting hat says he senses something in Willo. 

“Hmm. Interesting. You’ve recently learned that you possess a rare ability. I detect a growing sense of ambition. An eagerness for power.” 

Willo’s eyes widened, making eye contact with her twin. Then the Sorting Hat made its proclamation, “You belong in… SLYTHERIN!” 

Fanfare occurred, loud cheers especially from the table of students uniformed in green. With a flick of Prof. Weasley’s wand, Willo, was dressed like them. Arlo applauded for his twin as she sat to join her new house family. 

“Oh, and–” 

Before Black could speak, Weasley interrupted him, “There’s still one more student.” She guided Arlo to take his seat.

“But– They’re twins!” Black exasperatedly whined. “Can’t we just don the boy in green and get on with it?” 

Weasley shook her head as she placed the Sorting Hat on Arlo.

“Ooh, you’re a lot different than your twin…” The Sorting Hat smirked, if hats could smirk. “Your excitement lies inside the classrooms. Though, you might find something… profound outside of the castle too.” 

“Ever since I’ve heard of Hogwarts, I’m eager to learn more about my abilities and this world.” Arlo said, a small smile curving on his lips. “It’s all so curious and it really makes my brain tick. After all, I do enjoy a good puzzle and I believe I have a ready mind.”

“Hmm, you’re clever indeed. You have the ability to reflect clearly on that which puzzles others. You’ve a ready mind, quick to learn…” Said the Sorting Hat as it contemplated which house may be suitable for the boy.

Arlo knew he was going to love it in Hogwarts. Though upon discovering the power that he and his sister are capable of, there’s so much to learn that he’s not too sure that his professors could teach them everything. Specifically in ancient magic. 

“Got to be…!”

Fall 1891

“...RAVENCLAW!” Announced the sorting hat, which was sitting on the head of a first year. The houses clapped and cheered, especially the Ravenclaw table.

The new Ravenclaw 1st year smiled with excitement, running down to high five his new classmates. 

“Mildred Abbott, you're next.” said Professor Weasley, smiling at the next first year in line. 

Arlo was with the other Ravenclaws while Willo sat with the Slytherins. He sat between Samantha Dale and Amit Thakkar during the sorting ceremony. Unfortunately for Willo, she didn't sit with anyone she knew other than Imelda Reyes, who sat across from her. Willo couldn't find Ominis Gaunt nor Sebastian Sallow and she didn't have enough time to look for them as the Slytherin table was long and there were so many students. She wondered where they were. 

Meanwhile, from where Arlo was sitting, he could see Ominis but not his sister. He was enjoying the ceremony and feast but he couldn't help but hear his classmates whispering... something about Gaunt. Or Timber. Arlo was used to his classmates talking about him, positive and negative but he couldn't help but worry that he's hearing a friend's name in this possible gossip. 

After the ceremony ended, Headmaster Black made a few announcements but the entire school only cared about one.

"And finally, quidditch will be back this year. Madam Kogawa will announce tryouts. Please don't make me regret—"

With that, the entire Great Hall exploded in cheering, clapping, and yelling. Headmaster Black frustratingly attempted to quiet them down. Then, Professor Weasley kindly took over and placed a finger to her lips, telling everybody to calm down. And they did, to Headmaster Black's surprise. 

He cleared his throat and closed to a dismissal, everyone got up to leave for their common rooms. Arlo and Willo met each other in the middle of the hall. 

“Did you see Ominis?” Willo looked around as she walked over to Arlo.

"I did. Didn't you?" He asked his sister but she shook her head.

"Couldn't find him. How did he seem?" 

"He seemed... alright but he was sort of by himself." Arlo frowned, remembering the image of his friend. 

“I would've sat with him if I saw him.” Willo looked down, her brother fought the urge to answer with "I know you would" but he bit his tongue. “I couldn't find Sebastian either. He didn't sit with Ominis?”

"No and I couldn't find him either." He looked up at the stage platform, spotting Professor Weasley. “But I know who to inquire about him, just go to your common room and get some rest.”

“I'll join you.” Willo insisted but Arlo shook his head at her.

“Go find Ominis if you can. If he went to his dorm, then just go straight to bed.” Arlo had a faraway look in his eyes, “We'll possibly see him in class.’

“Is something the matter?” Willo asked, she wanted to see the friend she missed dearly but the tone Arlo made implied that something was wrong. 

“No, I just... He returned home early, Willo.” Arlo said, “Best we check in if he's alright. Otherwise, it’s probably nothing.” Willo nodded her head in affirmation and left the Great Hall. 

Arlo made his way towards Professor Weasley, who smiled at the sixth year when she noticed him. “Ah, Mr. Timber. I hope you enjoyed your summer.”

“Thank you, Professor Weasley.” He smiled politely back at her, “If I may, I would like to speak with you.”

“Of course. What do you need?”

“Well, Sebastian sent us an owl earlier in the summer that he stayed with you.” Arlo began to explain, “We... didn't receive any owls back from him. I was just wondering about how he was doing since I couldn't find him during the sorting ceremony.”

“Oh, Mr. Sallow isn't here.” She said, shaking her head.

“Pardon?”

“Yes, he's coming in late tonight.” Professor Weasley explained, “He's finishing up a delivery for his part-time job before school begins. I permitted him to miss the ceremony so he could accomplish his last task. I'm actually on my way to the train station to meet him.”

“May I go with you, Professor?” Arlo politely asked but she shook her head again.

“I'm afraid I can't let you do that. You'll have to meet him at one of your classes tomorrow.” She began to leave, “And I'll send you an owl tomorrow regarding your schoolwork. Have a good night, Mr. Timber.”

“Thank you, Professor Weasley…” He nodded, giving a despondent smile. 

***

It's the next morning and Willo was on her way to her first N.E.W.T class of sixth year. Unfortunately, she couldn't find Sebastian or Ominis last night. She even tried the undercroft before retreating to the common room, there was no sign of them.

“Willo, is it true?” Natsai caught up with the girl. Imelda followed alongside her.

“What is?” Willo cocked her head to one side, carrying her textbook. 

“You and Ominis Gaunt, of course.” Imelda rolled her eyes as Willo’s heartbeat skipped for a moment, “Rumor has it that he spent the summer with you and your brother.” 

“My friend, you are aware of the weight of such a situation, yes?” Natsai asked, an expression of concern etched on her face. 

Of course Willo was aware. But with what had happened with the Sallows, Ominis couldn't stay with them for the summer. And there was no way Ominis was going back to his own home, if you could even call it one.

“Tell me they're joking, Timber.” Said Imelda, shaking her head, “A Gaunt staying at a muggle home? People are sayin' his father went livid.”

“And what if it's true?”  Willo shrugged as she entered the Charms classroom. 

“Ha! It's yer funeral.” Imelda chuckled in amusement, taking Willo's statement as her confirmation, and left.

As Natsai and Willo found their seats, the conversation continued. Natsai placed her textbook down, “Willo, I say this as your friend who cares about you, but I've heard dark things about the Gaunt family.” Natsai then gently placed her hand on Willo's shoulder, “I do not want you to get hurt.”

“Relax, Natty.” Willo smiled, opening her textbook, “Ominis Gaunt isn't what people say he is. He's nicer than you think.”

Natsai studied the calm expression on her friend’s face then sighed, “I trust you. But please, do not hesitate to find me if he ever lays a finger on you.”

“You're a good friend but I'm fine.” Willo placed a reassuring hand on Natty’s shoulder.

As everyone waited for Charms class to start, the room was buzzing with "hushed" whispers. Arlo arrived, finding his sister and Natty next to each other. He smiled at the two of them, taking his seat on the table next to the girls. 

“Arlo! How was your summer, my friend?” Asked Natty, trying not to question the elephant in the room. 

“Good morning, Natty. It was wonderful.” Arlo smiled brightly, “Ominis stayed with us, he was surprisingly helpful in the garden—” 

But before he could finish his sentence and ask about Natsai's summer, Leander Prewett slammed his hands on Arlo's desk. 

“Ominis Gaunt?! So it's true! You kidnapped him!”

“I– Well, we didn't kidnap him, we invited him.” Arlo blinked, pulling his textbook close to himself. 

“Still, it's a big deal!” Charlotte Morrison was now involved in the conversation, the twins remembered her at Crosswands, "I mean, people know you're friends with him, since your twin is a Slytherin, but having a Gaunt stay in your house for three months? People can't help but talk." 

“I'm right here.” Willo spoke up, the inquisitive Gryffindor and Hufflepuff both looked at her, “And he's not friends with Ominis just because of me, they're friends because Arlo can befriend anyone he wants.”

“Granted. But could a Gaunt befriend anyone he wants?” Charlotte asked, “His family is dangerous and they're all pure-blood supremacists, being associated with muggleborns are considered beneath him. No offense!”

“None taken. We're not technically muggleborns.” Arlo nonchalantly explained though Willo gave them a fierce glare, “Fact is, we're only adopted by muggles. For all we know, Willo and I could be half or pure bloods.” He shrugged, glancing at his twin.

“Still! Your parents are muggles! I personally have no problem with them but the Gaunts do!” Charlotte stressed the family name, “The three of you could get into trouble about it.” 

The twins shared a quick look as Charlotte expressed her fears. They already knew that but now they're worried maybe the news reached Ominis' father. After all, they haven't seen or heard from him since he left their house. 

“Okay, regardless, tell us what happened!” Leander exclaimed then lowered his voice, “Is it true he used the imperius curse on the muggles in your hometown?”

With that, Willo got up, grabbed Leander by the collar of his shirt, and pointed a wand to his neck. “Take that back, Prewett. He has no interest in that despicable practice!”

“Whoa, calm down! I'm only investigating rumors!” The boy helplessly lifted his hands in surrender. 

“More like instigating.” She was seething, glaring harshly into his eyes.  "If you ever utter the words “dark arts” and “Ominis Gaunt” into your sentences under the same breath, I will cast jinxes on you as I bash your head repeatedly onto this desk. Do you understand?!" 

“Willo, you're making a scene—” Arlo attempted to calm down his twin, who was too infuriated to hear the flustered pleas from her brother. 

“ Do you understand? ” She asked again, emphasizing each syllable. Leander quickly nodded, his legs shaking from the unavoidable dark gaze she gave him and the wand pointing directly onto his throat. 

As Willo let him go, Leander quickly walked over to his seat, knocking Charlotte by the shoulder, who was astonished. Half of the class was staring at Willo.

“Nothing to see here.” She huffed then sat down at her seat, the class resumed with what they were doing. 

Natty had an amazed but impressed expression on her face when she turned to look at her friend, “It sure is hilarious to see Leander shaking like that!”

“And risky.” Arlo scolded his sister, “You're lucky Professor Ronen didn't walk in or else he'd have sent you straight to detention.”

“Perhaps... after giving me a high-five.” Willo snickered but stopped when her brother's serious expression remained unchanged. 

As more students walked in, the classroom quieted down when they saw their topic of conversation enter the room. His wand guided him to a nearby seat. Willo and Arlo exchanged a look, intending to approach Ominis after class was over or during Professor Ronen's games. 

To Arlo's surprise, Poppy Sweeting walked into the class. He waved enthusiastically at her, she kindly waved back... then sat next to Ominis Gaunt. 

Since when did those two become friends? He frowned a little but switched to a neutral expression. His twin sister took notice of it, chuckling to herself at how lovesick her brother looked.

“Timber, is this seat taken?” Duncan Hobhouse asked Arlo, who shook his head then scooted over slightly to let his fellow Ravenclaw sit next to him. Arlo was a little disappointed, he had hoped Poppy would sit next to him, not Duncan.

Then Professor Ronen walked down the stairs, greeting the classroom. “Hellooo, sixth-years! Are you ready to begin your year in N.E.W.T. level Charms?”

The students excitedly took their seats but to the twins' surprise, an old friend walked inside the classroom, quickly finding his seat. 

“Happy to have you join us, Mr. Sallow!” Professor Ronen commented, then continued on his excitement for the class. 

“Sebastian?” Ominis softly said but Sebastian Sallow didn't say a word, he took a chair farthest from the professor and sat all alone. 

Before Ronen's usual class game, he went on a quick lecture to explain the charm, “ aguamenti ” for the students to better understand the water charm. Arlo tried to pay attention but he was concerned about the aloof Slytherin that he hadn't heard from in months. He tried to read the expression on his face but Sebastian was paying attention to the lecture, which felt strangely out of character. 

He also couldn't help but be distracted by Poppy, who had such a gorgeous smile. That's odd. Why is Arlo thinking about that? Focus, you fool!

“Let's practice it then, shall we?” With a twirl of his wand, Prof. Ronen conjured dehydrated potted plants.

“Now remember, your wand movement must be opposite of the fire-making charm. We don't want any burnt plants, do we?” Prof. Ronen chuckled then muttered, “Otherwise, I'm going to get an earful from Professor Garlick…” 

A natural at charms, Arlo casted aguamenti smoothly, and the plant was rejuvenated. 

“Excellent form, Mr. Timber.” Professor Ronen praised him, the boy responding with only a polite and humble smile. 

It took Willo a few tries but after a deep breath and a little more focus on her pronunciation, she managed. Quickly earning a positive remark from Prof. Ronen, who noticed her struggle.

One student, however, accidentally set fire to his plant with a spark. 

“Good heavens!” Cried out Leander, attempting to fan out the flame but it grew instead.

“You idiot, what did you do?!” Exclaimed Cressida Blume, dropping her wand in shock. 

“He said to wave our wand like the fire-making charm!”

“OPPOSITE. OPPOSITE WAND MOVEMENT OF THE FIRE-MAKING CHARM.” 

“ Aguamenti! ” To everyone's surprise, Sebastian put out the fire. 

“Incredible aim, Mr. Sallow. Well done.” Prof. Ronen gave him a smile, then turned to face Leander. “Mr. Prewett, please return your plant to Professor Garlick after class. I'll have you explain to her what happened.”

“Yes, Professor…” Leander sulked as Cressida clicked her tongue, shaking her head. The humiliated Gryffindor appreciatively looked over at Sebastian, “Thanks, mate.”

“Don't mention it.”" He finally spoke, giving him a swift nod. 

Willo was in awe, she didn't expect him to help out a Gryffindor. And it was Leander Prewett of all people. What strikes as odd to Arlo, however, was how Sebastian casted the charm as if he had done so before. Then again, Sebastian knew all three unforgivable curses, so he shouldn't be too shocked about how advanced he was in his casting knowledge. The unhappy memory made Arlo shudder. He was ready to move on.

“Outside of plants, you could use the water charm to put out fires! As graciously demonstrated by Mr. Prewett and Mr. Sallow!” The class erupted in giggles and Leander turned red in the face. “Now, other than a jet of water, there are many other forms you could cast with this charm.” Using dummies and other objects, Prof. Ronen continued to teach his students the charm with his prepared games. 

After class had ended, Natsai bid the twins goodbye and left for her next class. Arlo and Willo both went straight to Sebastian, Ominis seemingly had the same idea. 

“Sebastian!” Ominis first approached him, beating the twins to it. “You made it, my friend.”

“Of course, I did. I'd get in trouble with Madam- I mean, Professor Weasley if I didn't show up.” Sebastian chuckled dejectedly. 

“Good to see you again, Sallow.” Willo gave him a quick hug then raised a brow at him, “Now, why on earth haven't you written us back?” 

“Long story. I'll tell you all about it another time.” He winked at Willo, “For now, we have to get ready for our next class.”

“What's the hurry?” Arlo furrowed his brow, “Sebastian Sallow anxious to get to class? You're starting to sound like me.”

“Oh Merlin, do I really?” Sebastian's face cringed into a look of disgust, “Sorry, I'm just... interested in not failing my N.E.W.T classes this year, that's all.” 

“Sebastian, if you don't mind, how's Anne?” Ominis asked seriously, Sebastian formed a half-smile.

“Still alive. I don't know if she's doing better but she's still here.” There's now a solemn look on his face, “I'm... sorry for what I put you all through for her last year but I intend to make it right.”

“What do you-”

“Mr. Timber, Mr. Sallow!” Prof. Ronen called out after he finished speaking to another student, “Please speak to me before you head to your next class.” 

“Later.” Sebastian looked at Arlo, “Seems like we're needed elsewhere.”

“I have to go too.” Willo frowned, glancing at the exit, “I don't want to risk being late to Hecat's class.”

“Me neither. We'll walk together.” Said Ominis, which made Willo's heart skip a beat. 

“We shall meet at the Great Hall around lunchtime then.” Everyone agreed with Sebastian and went their separate ways. 

***

While Arlo and Sebastian spoke with Prof. Ronen, Ominis and Willo walked together in the halls. 

“Glad to see you're safe.” Willo broke the silence between them as they headed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

“Heading straight to my family? Safety was only one of my worries.” Ominis scoffed, Willo let out a pathetic chuckle. 

After a brief pause, Willo mentioned the rumors, “Word has been going around about you staying with us for the summer. We knew it might've been a big deal but we didn't expect our classmates to cause such a commotion.”

“I've noticed, unfortunately.” He nodded dispiritedly, “Although, I'm used to hearing people talk about me or my family. I'm blind, not deaf.”

“I'm worried it reached your father.” 

There was silence. 

“Did it?” Willo queried and Ominis let out a sigh.

“Sadly, yes.”

“Was he furious?”

“At first. Told me not to do it again. Guess I'll be staying at home next Summer.”  That broke Willo's heart a little. “But the good news is that at least it's just one more year. I'll survive.” 

“You're always welcome on the rainy porch at the Timber home.” She smiled, slightly reaching out for his hand. When their fingers brushed, he pulled back, Willo's lips transitioned into a frown. “Ominis? What's wrong?”

“Willo, I... I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” They started to walk slower as they descended down some stairs. 

“That event I had to come home early to…” He began to explain, “It was a formal engagement party, so I was forced to attend it. My parents wanted me to meet... my fiancée.”

Willo froze, Ominis slowing down to a stop when he heard that she wasn't moving any further. “Willo?”

"Please tell me you're joking." The emotion in her voice was unreadable, arguably even there.

“... I wish I was.”

Willo's hand clutched the handrail, “Who is she?” 

“The Gaunt family often marries cousins, to maintain pure-blood status.” Ominis swallowed then took a breath, “I am... betrothed to Harriet Gaunt. She's my second-cousin. My siblings say she looks like a troll and so my lack of sight is considered an advantage.”

“That's cruel. I'm so sorry.” Willo felt bad for both Ominis and whoever Harriet is. She didn't know what the girl looked like but wouldn't compare her to a troll. “Does it have to be a family member?”

“Not necessarily, no. But whatever it takes not to have muggleborn blood in our family tree.” Ominis turned to the direction where he could hear Willo, “Please don't think I lied to you, this was very recent news to me.”

“It's not your fault…” Willo continued to keep moving down with Ominis following behind her, “Is there really nothing you could do?” 

“I don't know.” Ominis sadly shook his head, "This engagement is probably the only reason my father hasn't cursed me for staying in a muggle home. Perhaps he thinks this will control the “damage” in my social reputation.” Ominis made it a point to emphasize the quotation marks on the word damage, as he never really cared too much if people knew he opposed the views of his family.

“Right. Well, let's head to class then. Professor Hecat won't wait for us.” Said Willo, Ominis only nodded silently in agreement. 

He was entirely unaware of the tears that Willo kept furiously wiping off her face.