Utterly Hopeless: An Ominis Gaunt Love Story

Chapter Thirteen: Back on the Rails

(Ominis)

Threas parents were back in their heated discussion as we approached. Neither willing to concede as the small woman held tightly to me nervous.

"Well, we'll need to make a decision soon. The train will be back in the terminal any time now, and she will be wanting to leave with her friends," her mother's soft thankful tone now gone, replaced with a vigorous determination to get through to her husband.

"I have already made the decision, she's not going," he bit back making the witch in my hand freeze. He doesn't want her returning to Hogwarts this year. Truthfully, it's understandable. She needs to be kept safe but that doesn't ease the ache in my heart at the thought.

"Issac Corvus Longbottom, we are a unit. Neither of us gets to just make a decision without talking it through with the other. We don't do a thing without the other on board, or are you forgetting your vows!"

"I have forgotten nothing my love," he mused softer than I've heard him thus far. "But we have been talking in circles and you aren't seeing my side!"

"I am seeing it fine my Jarvey.... You are concerned. I get that but Threa is old enough to be making her own choices. She made them all without us last year... She can decide for herself," she gulped next to me again. The man groaned taking a few audible breaths before turning towards us.

"And you're wanting to go back? Despite everything that happened today you want to walk back into that damned place despite the danger?"

"I know today was scarry Papa, but I have to learn how to control this magic. I want to go back to the school," she squeezed my hand. "I want to be with my friends." He grew silent.

"Threa dear you're looking pale," her mother whispered moving towards us quickly as my heart seized. "Let's give your father a moment to get his thoughts in order while I look you over."

"But."

"It isn't a suggestion my love, come."

"Alright," she whispered dropping my hand as the woman pulled her to the side leaving me with the domineering patriarch, an uncomfortable silence growing between us.

"Do you think I'm being too abrasive as well," he finally let out in a harsh whisper as I took in a large breath considering my next words carefully.

"I think you may be the only one acting in utter reason considering the circumstances," he laughed softly.

"Really?"

"Really," I mused, stepping cautiously closer to the man. "As much as it would pain me for Threa to stay. I would find relief in the fact that she was safe."

"As would I," he let out a long sigh. "Y-You're Ominis .... Ominis Gaunt," I gulped at the mention of my last name.

"I am," my wand pulsed showing him nodding numbly.

"I knew your Uncle Septimus... He was a... Friend, of my brother Colin. Two were inseparable before he passed," he laughed. "He was an utter wreck after the accident." Accident, Uncle Septimus would roll in his grave hearing the tales father pandered to the Proffit were so easily believed. "Never could make sense of it myself."

"You couldn't?"

"Sept was a skilled flyer. Seeker almost the entire time he and Collin were at Hogwarts.... Him falling to his death in a storm," he scoffed a laugh. "Never sat right."

"Brother Please," Uncle Septs voice rang back through my mind. "Please, don't do this! You already snapped my wand, burnt my name off the tree please.... Let me live at least! I'm your brother! You have the title, have the fortune, let me have this! Let me live, let me be with the man I love please!"