Utterly Hopeless: An Ominis Gaunt Love Story

Chapter Twenty-Two: Soft Fuzzy Vengeance

(Ominis)

Sharp dragged me roughly through the halls by my ear throwing open the potion's classroom pushing me forward as I stumbled in. Regaining my footing before I fell into a stack of cauldrons or worse as I tried my hardest to salvage my bearings without my wand. 

Bloody castle is an utter mess in this darkness. Even those graced with sight struggle to maneuver this chaotic littered disarray. Normally I can walk about the place with ease, my wand showing where figures and forms are. Helping avoid tumbles and bumps for nearly six whole years with its guide, but not now.

Now all I sense is darkness. Darkness with no escape from its lonesome hazy trenches. God my head hurts. Maybe it's from my other senses working in overtime, or it could be from the fight with Duncan? 

Pft, unlikely, the unsufferable wanker couldn't land a hit on me even if he tried.... No, with my luck it was from Sharp nearly slamming me against every wall and corner on our way here.

I rubbed my forehead feeling Duncans blood smear as it slowly dried making my stomach drop. Disgusting. Throwing my hand down in aggravation I tried to take in as much of the room as my senses could make out sending a stronger ache through me.

"You alright," he gruffly whispered as potions brewed in the background, I nodded.

"I'll be fine," I ground, readying for the earful I was sure to get for the scene I had just caused.

"Hmph," moving away the ex-Aurors steps echoed through the chilly room.

Silence filled the classroom unnerving me as the potions master could be heard shifting bottles. What is he thinking. The scene that he came upon wasn't pretty, my bloodied hands are of proof of that, but he had to know that there must be a good reason for it. He must understand that Duncans actions couldn't stand.

"Professor, if I may-"

"If your next words aren't answers for why I was called to Hogsmeade to pry you from Duncan Hobhouse's unconscious form, I suggest you not speak them," my mouth shut making the ex Auror laugh spitefully. "Bloody hell Ominis.... What in Salazars name were you thinking?" I remained silent. "You've nothing to say?"

"I have many things to say, none of them you'll like ," the man audibly bristled.

"Will they be the truth?"

"You doubt if I'll be honest?"

".... I do.... The scene I witnessed was quite jarring.... I thought I was coming to reprimand one of your brainless bunk mates," he spat. "Imagine my surprise when I found the one levelheaded student I thought I had at this damned school, the man I was just praising this morning asking him to take up one of the highest honors I could offer him, bashing a fellow students face in!"

"He deserved it-"

"No one deserves for you to lay your hands on them Gaunt! You are not reckless like your ill-tempered brother.... At-at least I thought you weren't... But maybe this summer back home had changed you," a pang went through my heart. I'm not like him.

"Sir, please.... I'll tell you everything-"

"I know you will," he clinked a bottle loudly on the table. "Your actions had taken me from a very important meeting this evening. A meeting I was already quite sour to attend and do not have time to entertain whatever tales you wish to spin.... You can drink this potion willingly or I can force it down your throat, but we will be getting the truth out of you tonight Mr. Gaunt."

"Veritaserum," I say in shock, the truth telling potion. One drop and a wizard will know all your secrets in mere minutes. A potion all in my family was too familiar with. It's what father used to get Uncle Septimus to admit he had a male lover he was planning on running away with.