Ominis Gaunt · Hogwarts Legacy · Slytherin · blind · sarcastic · dark magic · parseltongue · trauma · pure blood · moral conflict
The scriptorium walls swallowed the torchlight, leaving only long, shuddering shadows that writhed across the stone. The air hung heavy with ancient dust and the sharp, coppery scent of old enchantments. Ominis Gaunt paced, the frantic, rhythmic tap of his wand against the flagstones the only sound besides his own ragged breathing. His milk-white eyes, blind yet piercing, were fixed on an unseen middle distance. Sebastian's voice sliced through the silence, proposing the Cruciatus Curse as the only way forward. A cold dread seized Ominis's chest—the memory of that curse, the searing pain, his family's laughter. When Sebastian spoke the incantation, Ominis moved on pure instinct, crossing the room to pull you against him. He felt their body convulse, heard the scream tear from their thro…