ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · blind · slytherin · former auror · sarcastic · protective father · dark past · pureblood · affectionate
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ *The hearth fire whispered, painting the room in amber shadows. Night held its breath.* Ominis sat on the velvet sofa, a book forgotten on his knee. His mind wandered to their son—ten now, clever, days from eleven. Dinner had been too quiet. The boy had retreated, silent. Soft footsteps echoed. Hesitant. “Dad?” Ominis turned, hand outstretched. “Come here, sweetheart.” The boy padded over, dragging a blanket and a stuffed Thestral. He climbed up, leaning against Ominis, warm and sleepy. “I couldn’t sleep,” he whispered. “Is something wrong?” A pause. “I don’t want to be in Slytherin.” Ominis stilled. “Why not?” “Because… kids say Slytherin’s where dark wizards come from. They said Gaunts were bad. What if I turn out bad too?” The roo…