#ominis azrael gaunt

[butternutt613]

Heh I am at a cross roads for In The Shadow Of The Serpent......

Parts of me are like Anne can't die like she's happy and healthy and safe

And then another part of me is like.... let's fuck Sebastian up even more....

What would you want to read?

[butternutt613]

Guys I need to share this because I think first year Ominis and Sebastian are just the cutest thing ever! This is a tiny piece of the much longer chapter I'm working on for In the Shadow of the Serpent. I hope you enjoy!

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The first solid memory crashed into him like an avalanche, sending him tumbling to the floor. The cold air washed over the Black Lake, chiling the small boy who stood on the edge of the dock. The water lapped at the small boat before him and he clenched his fist around his newly procured wand. The smooth hawthorn wood was warm in his hand, humming softly. Water had always unnerved him, especially now as his wand, who had just started to learn to guide him, couldn't conjure up a display of exactly what was before him. It seemed to be a never ending black pit that, if he were to fall in, would send him tumbling into the void for eternity.

He had watched as other children clambered aboard the little boats, laughing loudly as one deep red aura rocked the boat violently and splashed water towards a group of yellow and pink magic. Ominis stumbled back as he was splashed with the icy water. He was too focused on the water spraying from the boat that he almost wouldn't have noticed he stepped on another child's toes if the other boy hadn't cried out, shoving Ominis back.

Ominis stumbled frantically grasping at air to stabilize himself. All he found was the sleeve of the boy's robe, pulling him down with. Fortunately for Ominis, they did not land in the water, but rather on the muddy bank. Ominis could feel the cold, wet dirt sink into his skin as the boy started laughing hysterically.

“Oh Merlin, that was fun!” The boy laughed as he started to get up.

Ominis turned his head to say a few choice words when he was met with the most brilliant aura he had ever seen. The golden magic that radiated off the boy was raw and untamed, flickering erratically as he hooted with laughter. Ominis couldn’t look away.

Surely this is what the sun looked like? He thought to himself. He wasn't sure how long he had stared at the beautiful aura. It had felt like a lifetime, when in reality it was only a few short seconds.

The boy, now standing, offered his hand to the other, drawing Ominis from his thoughts. Shaking his head slightly, he took the boy's warm hand. As the other boy started to haul him to his feet, his sleek dress shoe slipped out from under him, sending him careening back down with the boy.

He could feel the boy staring at him for a moment as Ominis laid sprawled across the boy. Then the laughter started back up just as lively and rambunctious as before. The boy squeezed his side as he laughed. Ominis could feel his skin get hot. He had never been this close with someone who wasn't family.

“Oh… Oh, I am so sorry mate!” The boy barely managed to get the words out before he dissolved into more laughter, flopping into the mud that squelched underneath him.

Ominis sat there, watching the boy shake with laughter. He was mesmerizing.

“Sebastian?” A voice called from above them.

Jolting, Ominis pushed at the boys chest, scrambling away, hands slick with mud. Once he had put some distance between them, he looked towards the new voice and was met with another brilliant aura. This new one was such a lovely, soft lavender color. One glace and he was already drawn in.

“Sebastian, what are you doing?” The soft, feminine voice asked again.

Sebastian.

The boy, Sebastian spoke again, voice still quivering with laughter. “We just had a little accident, didn't we… um,” Ominis could feel both sets of eyes on him again as the mud seeped into his clothing.

“Ominis. I am Ominis Azrael Gaunt of the most noble and most ancient House of Gaunt.” He recited the traditional pureblood greeting, as that was ingrained in his head by his governess for being the proper way to introduce himself.

This caused the new students staring at him to giggle together.

“Well, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you, Ominis Azrael Gaunt of the most noble and most ancient House of Gaunt,” the girl said in an overly posh voice through fits of giggles. “I'm Anne Illene Sallow and this is my brother Sebastian Raguel Sallow. We're from, well, the not so noble and not so ancient house of… Sallow?”

The pair bust into laughter again and Ominis could feel his cheeks heating up. They are mocking him.

“Come on, Ominis Azrael Gaunt. We got to get on the boat or we'll be left behind.” The boy, Sebastian, grabbed his wrist and drags him up. This time they didn't slip on the mud while making their way back on top of the dock.

Sebastian’s hold on his wrist was warm, tight but not crushing like he is used to. It was nice.

Back on the edge of the dock, covered in mud, Ominis stared down at the rocking boat as first the girl, Anne clambered on before Sebastian followed. He wasn’t holding on to Ominis anymore and the young wizard suddenly felt rather cold. He twisted his hawthorn wand between his fingers. He had to get on the boat. Just get on the boat. Do it Ominis. You are a Gaunt…

Sebastian’s yellow aura pulsed around him as he reached out to still his fingers. “Are you alright, Ominis?”

Ominis could feel the golden magic caress his own, calming his mind. “I… I do not like water,” Ominis whispered, ashamed to admit that fact. He was supposed to be strong. Fear nothing. He was a Gaunt.

“Hey, it’s all right,” Sebastian’s voice washed over him. “I've got you.”

Anne’s voice followed, wrapping around him like a lullaby. “We'll stick together.”

And they did. They wrapped their small hands around him and guided him safely to the center of the boat. They sat on either side of him, bodies pressed flush to his side as the boat started to drift over the calm Black Lake.

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Hopefully the rest of the chapter will be ready later this week!

[butternutt613]

Peep the first chappie of this new fic I put together:

In The Shadow Of The Serpent

It's has dark!Ominis and post-azkaban!Sebastian

*edit* ahhhh emphasis on the dark...... these boys need a hug

I hope you enjoy!

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Ominis Azrael Gaunt died at fifteen. He died the moment he heard the cold clink of metal shackle his best friend. He died the moment Sebastian Raguel Sallow was sentenced to life in Azkaban.

The echoes of the courtroom had followed him for weeks afterward, a symphony of guilt and regret. The sharp, authoritative voice of the Chief Warlock. The hushed voices of the onlookers. The low, choked sob that escaped Sebastian’s lips when the verdict was read. It all blurred together into an unrelenting hum that Ominis could never silence.

But the boy who walked out of that courtroom was not Ominis Azrael Gaunt anymore.

The man called Ominis Azrael Gaunt was a creature bound by duty and blood, forged in the crucible of his family’s darkness. He was a master of the dark arts, a Gaunt in every sense of the word. The laughter of his youth, the warmth of friendship, the fleeting dream of escape; all had been snuffed out like a candle caught in the wind.

This man sat in the shadowed halls of the Gaunt Manor, his pale fingers tracing the smooth divots and ridges on his wand. The manor was quiet as death, save for the faint crackle of a low fire that brought no warmth. The cold, unyielding marble beneath his boots reflected the man he had become. Hard, cold, and unfeeling.

And yet, even without sight, the world around him was never truly dark. His father’s magic burned like a deep, sickening green, pulsing faintly in the edges of his awareness, a constant, oppressive presence that marked every room.

“Ominis!” That voice, sharp and demanding, cut through the suffocating silence. “Come.”

Ominis stood as his father’s magic flared brighter, its oppressive heat pulsing in the stillness. The quiet shuffle of his boots barely broke the silence as his hand instinctively found the smooth, ornate serpent carved into the head of his cane. Guided by the faint ripples of magic that marked his father’s path, he moved forward.

He did not need sight to know the way; the corridors of the manor were etched into his mind with the clarity of years spent treading their lifeless expanse. Each step was a descent, spiraling deeper into the suffocating abyss of his family’s expectations.

The heavy oak doors of the ritual chamber groaned open as he approached. The air here was thick, brimming with the metallic scent of blood and the sickly sweetness of burning herbs. He felt the heat of the flames licking at his skin before he heard the crackle of the fire that illuminated the room in shifting shadows he could never see.

“Your brother failed me again,” his father began, his tone sharp and unforgiving. Ominis felt the heat of his gaze, sharp and cutting. “And so, as always, I turn to you.”

Ominis did not flinch at the words. He stood still, his head slightly bowed, an unfeeling statue in the presence of the man who had shaped him into this hollowed creature. A faint, sticky warmth brushed against his fingers as a vial was pressed into his hand. The faint pulse of green within it vibrated against his fingers. A fragment of his father’s magic, raw and unrestrained. His blood.

“You know the incantation,” his father said coldly. “Do it.”

The vial’s weight was insignificant, yet in his hand, it felt impossibly heavy. The liquid inside sloshed faintly with the movement, its scent filling his nose. A coppery, vile promise of power. He hesitated, his mind flickering with distant memories of another life. Laughter. A voice full of mischief. The echo of Sebastian’s footsteps as they raced down the cobblestones at Hogwarts.

But it was only a flicker. A whisper drowned in the thunderous silence that now consumed him.

“Ominis,” his father snapped, his voice like shattered glass. “Do not disappoint me.”

He snuffed out the memory.

The vial was warm in his hand, pulsing faintly as if alive. Ominis felt the tendrils of his father’s magic unfurling, brushing against his own aura like the touch of a blade. He walked to the altar, each step guided by the vibration of ancient sigils carved into the stone floor.

The altar itself radiated an eerie, sickly green light, faint and shifting, alive with whispers of long-forgotten incantations. His fingers traced its cold surface, feeling the grooves where blood had run for millennia. He uncorked the vial and poured its contents onto the altar. The thick, viscous liquid spread in uneven lines, pooling in the carved runes that began to glow with hungry light.

The green aura of his father flared in response, its tendrils growing sharper, faster. They reached for him, curling around his own faint, pale magic, constricting and coiling as he began to chant.

The words came from deep within his chest, a low, guttural incantation, older than time itself. The air around him grew heavy, each sibilant sound pushing it tighter and tighter against his skin. He could feel the vibrations in the magic itself, the way his father’s aura pulsed eagerly, its tendrils slithering closer, wrapping around him like a serpent tightening its hold.

He did not stumble, he did not falter. His voice was steady, practiced and devoid of emotions, as the words spilt out of him like venom.

The pain came slowly, at first. Sharp pricks along his limbs where the tendrils coiled too tightly, seeping into his veins. But Ominis did not stop. He could not. The incantation grew louder, the chamber trembling as his father’s magic consumed the ritual entirely. The oppressive green bled into every corner of the room, casting jagged shadows that even Ominis could sense, a chaotic storm of power that left no room for anything else.

When the final word left his lips, the green snapped tight around him. He gasped, his knees smashing to the floor as the magic consumed him from within. For a moment, he thought it would devour him completely. But then the tendrils released, slithering back into the altar with a satisfied hiss, leaving only silence in their wake.

A hand gripped his shoulder, firm, cold, and possessive. “Well done,” his father said, his tone quivering with power. “Perhaps you are not as useless as your brother after all.”

The hand lingered for a moment too long, squeezing hard enough to bruise, before it was gone. The absence left a faint, throbbing ache, but Ominis did not react. He did not speak. He did not move as his father swept out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall like a death knell.

He was alone again, standing in the thick silence of the ritual chamber. The air was still warm, the scent of blood and ash clinging to his skin like a shroud. He ran his fingers over the altar once more, feeling the grooves of the sigils beneath his touch.

They were sharp, cutting into his skin, but he did not care. The pain was a faint whisper compared to the void inside him, a void that had grown wider and deeper with every passing year.

He had bled for his family, killed for them, become the creature they wanted him to be. And yet, standing there in the suffocating silence of the chamber, he could not escape the truth.

Ominis Azrael Gaunt had died at fifteen. What stood in his place was nothing more than a hollow vessel. Empty, obedient, and bound by blood and duty. As cold and unfeeling as the marble walls of the ancient house he called home.

[butternutt613]

VOTES ARE IN!!

Anne stays alive and is healed!!

No dying on me today

Heh I am at a cross roads for In The Shadow Of The Serpent......

Parts of me are like Anne can't die like she's happy and healthy and safe

And then another part of me is like.... let's fuck Sebastian up even more....

What would you want to read?

[butternutt613]

Okay but like think....

Anne passes while Sebastian is in Azkaban and no one tells him and when he gets out, he goes to Feldcroft and sees a young family living in the house and there's a mom and a dad and TWINS!!! And Sebastian knocks on the door and the little girl answers and he stands there in shock and then just starts sobbing 😭

If "No" doesn't win, I might make a one shot of this because I need this hurt in my life lol

Heh I am at a cross roads for In The Shadow Of The Serpent......

Parts of me are like Anne can't die like she's happy and healthy and safe

And then another part of me is like.... let's fuck Sebastian up even more....

What would you want to read?