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By Any Other Name - Ominis Gaunt x OC

“That what which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet…”

Alice Morgan felt out of place. She had grown up in Olongapo City, in the Philippines. Born to muggle parents. She was the youngest of 6 beautiful children, three of which possessed magic. In a way, she had it better than her siblings. She had them to guide her. Even so, stepping into a university she had never been to, in a country she had never been to, learning to hone abilities she had only just begun to discover, it was overwhelming to say the least.

“You have to get out of that head of yours eventually, you know,” The calming voice of her eldest sister, Athena, silenced her thoughts. Alice smiled up at her in an attempt to calm hers and her sister’s worries. They were in Kings Cross Station, on platform 9¾. They had gotten there rather early, Athena hated being late, so the platform was quite quiet compared to the hustle and bustle of what would come just minutes after.

“She can be nervous if she wants to, ‘Te!” Alice’s brother, Kenji, threw his arms around both of their shoulders, settling between them. “As long as she knows she can always come to her big siblings for guidance and support.”

“Ken’s right,” Athena smiled warmly over at Alice. “You’ll always be able to easily come to one of us and ask for help.”

“Well… That is if Nene gets sorted into one of our houses,” Kenji pondered, using his left hand to scratch his chin, unintentionally pulling Alice’s head closer. Alice squeezed her way out of his grasp, taking a few steps away from her siblings.

“But that leaves two other houses I could be put in,” Alice shakes her head. “I don’t like my chances.”

“Enough,” Athena boomed in English. “We are in a European school, Alice, you need all the practice you can get. For now, we speak English.”

The youngest siblings nodded, not wanting to test their older sister. It was true. Alice had only known a miniscule amount of English before receiving her letter from Hogwarts University. Athena was already in her fourth year at Hogwarts. Her accent had mostly faded. Only popping up when she was stressed or aggravated, which was scarce. Athena was known for staying cool and collected. She was the voice of reason and would rarely lose her composure. As expected, from the second eldest of the Morgan children.

Kenji Morgan was only a year older than Alice. He was cheerful, easygoing, and the life of the party. Alice was his only younger sibling, so she meant a great deal to him. He tried his best to make sure she was safe and secure at all times. When she had gotten her Hogwarts letter, he was over the moon. It was hard enough studying on the other side of the world from his family, but knowing that she would be coming with him this year? It was enough to make him weep with happiness. He loved his nene. Needless to say, she was his favorite.

“I think I’ll be alright if I’m with you-“

“Athena!” Alice’s words were cut short by a woman with long brown hair. Despite her intimidatingly cold exterior, she cheerfully waltzed over to Alice’s older sister, giving her a firm hug before taking all of her attention.

“Tomas!” Kenji called out as Athena and the brown haired woman started a conversation, running towards a man who Alice thought must’ve been named Tomas.

Alice stood in silence, watching her siblings converse with their schoolmates. She knew who these characters were, she had seen pictures. The woman with her sister was Evangeline Greengrass. The man was Kenji’s best mate, Tomas Diggory. Alice always loved meeting new people and making friends. She never had problems with that. But for some reason, now she was frozen. Stuck where she stood. She had stopped paying attention to their words, finding it easier to zone out rather than make an effort to translate.

She pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. Lightly patting the lump in her breast pocket, as it was beginning to stir awake. She took a deep breath, calming her own nerves. There was no turning back. Hogwarts awaits.

The train ride was long and uneventful. Luckily, her siblings were generous enough to abandon their friends and sit with her during the trip. But now they had to part ways. First years had to get to the castle by boat, apparently. They were all instructed to follow a greasy haired gentleman named Gladwin Moon, Hogwarts’ own Caretaker, to the small paddle boats.

“Four to a boat, please,” Caretaker Moon uttered in the midst of the light chaos of the impressionable first years.

Alice found herself sitting in the back of the last boat to leave, next to a rather freckled young man, with fiery red hair. He smiled down at her, a wide smile, the friendliest she’d ever seen.

”Garreth’s the name, Garreth Weasley,” he jutted out his right hand. Alice gingerly placed her hand in his, to which he vigorously shook. “Might I ask yours, small girl?”

“Alice… Morgan,” Alice pulled her hand away. “And if you call me ‘small girl’ again, I’m not responsible for what happens after.”

“Scary. I like you,” Garreth smirked, before launching into a monologue about his whole life story.

“I can’t wait to get on that broom,” the girl in front of Alice boasted. “I can’t wait for Quidditch season. Just you wait, I’ll rule the Slytherin team.”

“First years never make the team, Imelda,” She couldn’t see the man, as he was sitting directly in front of her, but his voice sounded smooth, like caramel.

“Well, there’s a first for everything, Sallow,” the woman by the name of Imelda snapped in response, lifting her chin in the air. “You’ll see.”

“Alice? ALICE!” Garreth shouted in her ear. Alice’s eyes shot to the right. A small squeak came from her breast pocket. Garreth’s gaze fell on it, Alice furrowed her eyebrows at the switch of attention.

A small hamster then peeked out of her pocket, blinking at the freckled man who gasped in response.

“A hamster! Why, that’s brilliant. You were allowed a hamster?” Garreth’s eyes were wide with excitement, grinning down at the small creature. She tilted her little head. “What’s its name?”

“Her name is Mahal,” Alice replied simply, patting her pocket once more.

“Mahal. What a cute name. You know I once had a pet…” his voice drowned out as she took in her surroundings.

Geez, this one talks a lot, she thought to herself. Perhaps he could help her with her English. Force her to study more just to keep up with his stories.

She continued her scan about the lake. These were the people she will attend school with for the next seven years. She analyzed each face carefully until her gaze suddenly halted. Even in the dark of the night, he had managed to catch her eye. He was on her left, two boats away, but she could see him clear as day. Pale skin, light brown hair that looked almost blond in the moonlight. He looked just as nervous as Alice felt at that very moment. He was fidgeting just a tad, but his posture remained perfect. If there was anyone she’d want to meet, it was him. She felt almost drawn to him in a way. Something about him attracted her like never before. He was absolutely breathtaking.

“Alice, this friendship won’t work if we ignore each other.”

��I’m sorry, Garreth,” Alice turned back to him and flashed an apologetic smile. “I’m still learning English.”

“Oh, well,” Garreth grinned. “Guess you’ll learn a lot from me, I’m a talker.”

“And where exactly are you from?” The girl turned to Alice. “It’s not everyday we see a brand new face.”

“I’m from the Philippines…”

“Oh? You’re from the Philippines?” Imelda let out a laugh. “Well, I’m from Spain. I guess that means I own you, doesn’t it?”

Alice’s smile faded. Oh, she didn’t like her.

“Imelda, I’d hate to get detention before I’ve even been sorted into a house, but I’d gladly take my chances if you so choose to continue being a cunt.” The boy by the name of ‘Sallow’ spoke without even as much as a glance in any of their directions.

“Sleep with one eye open tonight, Sebastian Sallow,” Imelda scoffed, folding her arms.

“Oh, I rarely sleep, Imelda Reyes.”

As the rather large group of first years shuffled through the halls to the Great Hall, Alice couldn’t help but notice how large the school was. She couldn’t even imagine knowing her way around such a huge campus. She found herself staring at the pale young man once again as they sat themselves at the front of the great hall. The sorting ceremony was about to begin but all Alice saw was this man. She had been able to get a better look at him this time. The light of the Great Hall revealed a series of beauty marks that peppered the fair skin of his cheeks. They fit him beautifully. Added a well needed accent to his chiseled, yet soft features.

“Ominis Gaunt.”

Alice’s breath hitched. She had admired him for so long, she had missed the instructions. The man stood, taking out his wand. Why did he need his wand? Ominis Gaunt. That was his name? Where had she heard it before? Gaunt. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Alice watched attentively. Watched his every move. She marveled at the way he held his wand. It was as if it was an extension of his hand, one with his arm. He held it so effortlessly, she wanted to be like him. Confident in her magic. The tip of his wand began to flash red. That confused Alice. She couldn’t for the life of her understand what kind of spell that might’ve been. He then began to walk. Right up to that chair and that loud raggedy hat. Whispers erupted from the tables, as well as the first years.

“Ominis Gaunt. Never thought I’d be going to school with a Gaunt.”

“He’ll be a Slytherin for sure, it runs in the family. Where else would he be?”

“Salazar Slytherin is rolling in his grave at the thought of him as his descendant. Pathetic.”

Alice didn’t understand half the words being said and she didn’t care to. She sighed watching as the man thinned his lips in discomfort. Alice had finally taken notice of his eyes. Icy blue. Clouded, milky. Everything clicked for her at that moment. He was blind. That was why he needed his wand. His heightened hearing allowed him to hear the murmurs and mutters coming from the entire hall. That was why he frowned. He was upset but he still looked perfect to Alice.

“SLYTHERIN!” The Sorting Hat shouted to the crowd. As the folks from the Slytherin table cheered.

The woman, whom she had learned was Garreth’s Aunt, Matilda, raised the hat from Ominis Gaunt’s head. In a blink of an eye, she had magiced his plain robes into slytherin robes. Green suited him. Professor Weasley, she had introduced herself, though Alice couldn’t remember when. Just as before, Ominis Gaunt raised his wand and took his seat with the Slytherins. Alice expected them to flock to him like seagulls to beached fish, but they didn’t. Instead they whispered amongst themselves.

“Alice Morgan”

Ominis Gaunt sat up straighter, if that was possible, inhaled slightly. It was as if he was attempting to show his disinterest in anything they had to say about him. She admired it. She had never before let the opinion of others affect her in any sort of way.

I would look good in green, she thought to herself. And she’d be with her sister.

“Alice Morgan?”

Garreth nudged Alice with her elbow.

“It’s your turn, mate.”

Alice averted her eyes from Ominis Gaunt. She stood up quickly.

“Ay! I’m so sorry, Professor,” she hung her head low as she flew up the stairs and plopped onto the stool, surprising Professor Weasley at the rush.

The hat squirmed on her head. It felt like the most uncomfortable feeling. The hat grumbled and mumbled. Her eyes shifted over to the slytherin table, as if she hadn’t gotten enough of him.

“Slytherin,” she whispered to herself. “Please…”

She hoped. She prayed. He sat alone. Let her sit with him. Alone together. The sun and the moon. It was what she wanted.

“Slytherin? You’ve got guts, kid,” the hat boasted atop her head. “No, no. You’ve got courage, a sense of justice. A spark of heroism. You’ve got fire, my girl. You’d do well in GRYFFINDOR.”

Alice released a breath she didn’t know she had held as Professor Weasley pulled the hat off her head. A loud roar erupted from the table on the complete opposite side of the room from the slytherins. This one was decked red. Decorated in ribbons and lions. Before she knew it, her robes had dawned the same color. She was disappointed she wasn’t able to sit with Ominis Gaunt, but the red just felt right. Perfect.

She grinned happily, taking her seat at the table. As she did, everyone wanted to talk to her, she could hardly keep up! The Gryffindors were more welcoming than she could’ve ever imagined. She was so caught up in all the smiling faces, she had almost missed it. A quick glance to her new favorite one showed her that he wasn’t alone. Not anymore. The charming man from the boat had taken his seat right next to him. The young, freckled man was now in green slytherin robes. He was accompanied by a woman who looked quite similar to him in facial features, perhaps a sister. Alice was happy for Ominis Gaunt. She felt if she couldn’t be his friend, it was nice to know that he wouldn’t be alone.

“You sure do stare a lot, don’t you?” Garreth’s voice reached her ears as he sat next to her, now in red gryffindor robes to match his hair.

“Oh! Garreth!” Alice gasped, grinning happily. “We’re in the same house!”

“It was inevitable, really,” Garreth puffed his chest with pride. “Every Weasley gets sorted into Gryffindor.”

“Both my siblings are in different houses,” Alice hummed in response. “Hufflepuff and Slytherin.”

The night was coming to an end, rapidly. Alice had barely gotten a bite from her food before Headmaster Black had dismissed everyone to their respective common rooms. The student body rushed out the doors of the Great Hall. Alice should’ve left with her house, but she didn’t. Instead, she raced to the other side of the room. Wanting desperately to meet this ominous man who was named just as he was.

“Ominis! Watch out!” Said that charming man. A thump, followed by the clank of a small wooden object falling to the floor, was all Alice heard.

She was surprised at how fast her body reacted to the situation. She swiftly grabbed the wand and hurriedly helped the man to his feet, placing the wand back in his hand. The man hummed in response. She swore it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard.

“I’m grateful not all Slytherins are coldhearted individuals,” Ominis Gaunt expressed his gratitude with a small smile. “Thank you.”

Sebastian Sallow and the girl Alice would soon come to know as Anne Sallow, exchanged looks.

“Might I ask your name?”

“Oh- um…” Alice’s cheeks grew red. Never did she think he would be so kind hearted. She was at a loss for words. He looked perfect, and sounded just so.

“Oh, don’t be shy now, it appears we’ve already broken the ice. Or rather, I’ve fallen through it,” Ominis Gaunt chuckled at his own little joke. “Silly of me to ask for a name without first giving one. I’m Ominis. Ominis Gaunt… Now it’s your turn.”

“Ominis, she’s actually-“ Anne had begun, but Alice lifted her hand, stopping her.

“It’s alright. There’s been a misunderstanding,” Alice smiled. “I’m not a Slytherin, I’m a Gryffindor.”

“Not a Slytherin?” His smile faded, he furrowed his eyebrows. Venom in his voice. It shocked Alice. “Then why are you here?”

“I… wanted to meet you,” Her voice was soft.

“Oh, I understand,” His sarcasm pierced through the tension. “Go meet the Blind Gaunt. The runt Gaunt. Maybe I can save him and he’ll obey me like a dog. Run along, Lion. We’ve no business with you here.”

He spat his words. Said ‘lion’ as if it was an insult. Alice was beside herself. How could one’s personality switch so fast and drastically? Anne offered an apologetic glance.

“See you around, Alice,” The Sallow man said as he pushed his new friend away and to the doors. All the while, Ominis muttered nasty things under his breath.

Alice stood in silence, watching them leave. Only one word floated in her mind. Oh…

“Alice, there you are,” Garreth had managed to find her once again. “I’ve been meaning to ask, can I call you Ali? I think Ali is a wonderful nickname. Are you alright? You look a bit blue.”

Alice nodded in response.

“Well, then,” He nudged her to begin walking. “I suppose we’ll have to find our common room alone.”

Alice had surprisingly been able to find all her classes for her first day. It was relatively easy when she had a Man with her who knew the castle as if it was his second home. Getting on Garreth’s good side had its perks. Alice had been in a slightly better mood this afternoon, as opposed to the night before. She noticed that Ominis had been in a lot of her classes, always sitting off in a corner. She doubted he’d noticed she was in any of them, since she rarely talked. Though she doubted he’d even bothered to listen if she did.

“I am excited for potions,” Garreth stated, his signature smile plastered on his face. “I happen to be quite the wiz at potions.”

“Is that so?” Alice asked, walking into their classroom. “Isn’t it just following a recipe?”

“Oh, my sweet, Ali,” Garreth smirks. “I never follow recipes.”

“Mr. Weasley, Ms. Morgan, how nice of you to join us,” Professor Sharp, the potions professor, groaned. “Please make an effort to be on time, our next meeting, would you?”

“Sorry about that, Professor, we were just snogging in the halls,” Garreth joked, throwing an arm around Alice. “You know how it is.”

“I would never,” Alice laughed, pushing him off.

“Enough. Sit down.”

Alice raced to the nearest empty seat she could find. She plopped down with a huff, taking out her notebook. She began jotting down notes, but it was very easy for her mind to wander. Ominis. He had occupied her thoughts all day. She could barely pay attention in classes. All she did was think of him, stare at him. It was beginning to become her favorite pastime. She loved tracing his meticulously styled hair with her eyes. The little swoop the strands did fascinated her. His jaw was perfectly carved. It was as if he was sculpted by the gods. And she didn’t mind. She thanked Merlin, she even existed at the same time as such a being. His eyes were breathtakingly beautiful. Though they were milky, they were absolutely full of life. Full of spirit. His tongue was sharp, spouting daggers at anyone who’d listen. And who could forget those beauty marks. Perfectly placed like spots on a butterfly. Each mark had its own purpose, a reason for being there. Before she knew it, she had drawn him again. She cursed under her breath. That was the 5th one already! And it was only the first day. She sighed, as she moved to shut her notebook. But before she could, it flew across the room, right into the hands of Professor Sharp.

He examined the notebook with a raised eyebrow. Then looked back at her, using a levitation charm to send it back to her, shutting it as it was placed on her desk.

“I would advise you not to spend all your time in my class, drawing your partner, Miss Morgan. We have plenty to do as is.”

Partner? She looked to her right, there sat her muse. Just a foot away from her. He sat, running his hand over the specially made braille textbook he had received. She admired his hands, it was the first time she had seen them up close. They were just as pale as his face, lightly peppered in the same beauty marks. She wondered if he was covered in beauty marks. Her eyes shamelessly scanned him. She couldn’t help it, he was just so…

“You are aware I do not need to possess the ability to see to feel your eyes on me,” Ominis spat, his fingers halted on the page. “You’ve been gawking at me like a child in a zoo since we stepped foot into Hogwarts.”

“I’m sorry,” Alice cleared her throat, looking away. “I just-“

“Ah, I suspected it was you,” Ominis cut her off. He smirked to himself. “Gryffindor.”

“You say that as if it’s an insult,” Alice replied, not offended by his words, just curious.

“It is, you’re insufferable.”

“You’ve only just met me.”

“I can already tell.”

“My name’s Alice by the way,” she smiled warmly.

“I didn’t ask for it.”

“You seemed to really want it before.”

Ominis’ cheeks glowed a very faint pink as he looked away. “That was before you opened your mouth, Miss Alice.”

Her name from his mouth. It sounded like heaven. His voice was soft and gentle. How could someone so effortlessly capture her heart in such a short amount of time. She was wrapped around Ominis’ glowing red wand within 24 hours. She had just met him. What was she to do?

Above all else, she wanted to be his friend.

GUYS I HAVE OMINIS GAUNT BRAINROT RIGHT NOW OMINIS OMINIS OMINIS OMINIS

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