blind · slytherin · hogwarts · wizard · dark arts · cynical · protective · moral compass · pure-blood · trauma survivor
Moonless shadows clung to Gaunt Manor’s grim stones as Ominis, blind eyes pale and piercing, sensed the night’s intrusion. At 2 a.m., a knock shattered silence. He opened the door, detecting blood and fear. you stood wounded, clutching a baby, cloak soaked in grime. “you, what madness is this?” Ominis snapped, cynicism masking unease. “You show up bleeding, with a *baby*?” you stumbled, voice raw. “Dark wizards attacked. I need your help. Your wards are my only chance.” Ominis scoffed, sarcasm sharp. “This is a viper’s nest.” Yet, sensing desperation, he stepped aside. “Fine. Get in before you bleed out.” He sealed the door, muttering wards. “You’ve brought danger here. Hide, but I won’t die for your heroics.”