Touched

Shadow of a Trial - Fifth Year

There is discrimination against Ominis' blindness in this chapter so if you don't like discrimination against disability (I mean, who does?) you don't have to read it. I just felt like the Minister for magic would be a horrible person.

Ominis POV

Sebastian had a hearing.

After the headmaster had learnt of what happened, he contacted the ministry as Solomon had wanted to do when he was.. alive. Sebastian had been taken to his office and Ominis knew that was where he sat now. The hearing was going to be at the ministry, courtroom four, and the minister himself was overseeing the case. It wasn't every day that a fifteen year old Hogwarts student killed his uncle.

An owl had come, from Anne in Feldcroft, who was going to make it to the hearing with Ominis and Y/N. The three had agreed that they needed to make an appearance, even though Sebastian wouldn't necessarily see him there. Ominis had been able to talk to Sebastian for about ten minutes in the Headmasters office before he was locked in the attic there. Ominis called it an attic, really it was a concrete room with nothing in it apart from a chair, Ominis had been there before when the house elf had shown him to it. He had detention for stealing the Headmasters slippers in first year.

That was a story for another time.

Either way, Ominis was terrified. His friend was either going to Azkaban - or going to Azkaban, really - he didn't know if there was any in between. Every time he thought of it he also thought of every memory they'd made over the last four years and he almost couldn't stand it.

Ominis was at the library, pretending to care about his essay when really all he wanted was some alone time, some peace and quiet when a familiar voice hit him.

"Ominis," it said. The boy started in his chair and avoided her gaze from the direction her voice sounded from.

"Imelda," he whispered.

"I heard," she said, pulling a chair out beside him and sitting down carefully. She placed a warm hand on his thigh and he bit his lip, willing himself not to react. "I heard what happened with Sebastian."

"Did you," was all he could manage.

"I'm so sorry that happened. I can't imagine how you're feeling." When the boy didn't reply, he heard her shift in her chair uncomfortably, but her hand stayed firm on his leg. It radiated some comfort, but Ominis really didn't know what to say to her. He hadn't talked to her in a few days.

"I don't know what to do," he admitted.

"I don't think there's anything you can do," Imelda whispered. "I think it's in fates hand now."

"Fate has never been kind to me," Ominis mumbled, picking up his wand as to start dictating his quill again, but he put it down on the table and sighed. "The O.W.L's are in two weeks. I'm going to fail them all."

"You're a smart boy, Ominis," Imelda assured him. "You'll be fine."

Ominis almost scoffed and he felt Imelda move her hand. "I can help," she said. She sounded offended at his scoff.

"I know," he agreed. "I just don't know how I'm going to be able to do anything after this. He's going to have to go to Azkaban."

"Maybe they're more lenient with school aged children at the ministry," Imelda offered.

"He killed his uncle. With an unforgivable curse. Any use of either three of those curses," he stopped, and gulped down nervousness, remembering his own casted torture curse when he was a boy, "any of those found out will put you in Azkaban. He's used two in the last three months."