Cause & Effect | Ominis Gaunt Love Story

Chapter 67: Origins

"You're an insufferable prat-you understand this, right?" Stella inquired sourly, watching him join her side. Ominis tapped her chin affectionately with his index finger.

He winked, "Did I mention I love it when you talk dirty to me?" He nodded his head towards the table, waving his wand over the table to destroy the charm, "This was definitely Sebastian's magic."

"How can you tell?"

"Sebastian was a fan of magic dealing with fire. There was the notice me not charm on it, but also a trap underneath that triggered a bombarda. If you didn't know Sebastian well, you wouldn't be looking for it." He explained easily, "But Sebastian was my best friend."

"Is your best friend." She corrected softly, "Now that we know who Jack the Ripper really is, you should be able to see Sebastian in Azkaban, no? Maybe we can find a way to free him-prove to the Wizengamot that Sebastian isn't responsible for the murders that night."

Ominis shrugged his shoulders, "He still used a dark artefact that resulted in people's lives being taken. He isn't completely innocent."

Stella could see that the conversation wasn't one that he was ready to entertain yet. It'd probably bring up a lot of memories for him. Ones he wasn't ready to face until he was at the very least sober. Giving up on the matter for now, Stella shifted her attention to the series of objects revealed to be on the table. Her eyes furrowed.

They were... Journals?

Chapter 67: Origins

August 30th, 1888

It's been almost a decade since I've killed. My brother's wife finding out kind of put a damper on things, but enough time has passed, and the children still think the gas leak was an accident. All it took was a few cruciatus curses to render them immobile and then the gas finished the job for me.

Nevertheless, the boy has been getting on my nerves lately. He spends most of his time at Hogwarts or with that blind boy in the designated shack behind the house, and yet he still finds ways to get on my nerves. At least the girl is tolerable. I find that when I'm nice to her, if only to get on Sebastian's nerves, she takes my side over his to 'keep the peace.' It's perfect really.

But antagonizing a child can only bring someone some amusement. What has always sated the creature inside me was women. My wife was useless. I loved her, but she was barren. I tried to find her a uterus that was compatible with her body, but when she realized what I'd been up to-she left me.

I still haven't been able to find her.

I suspect my brother helped her flee.

The day I do find her... I'll make her wish she'd never abandoned me.

With Sebastian getting on my nerves and the anniversary of my last murder... I think I need to kill again. I need to feel the blood on my hands and the feeling of taking someone's life. It's mind-blowing. A better thrill than any unforgivable curse.

That's it. Even writing this... I can feel my skin prickling with a fire that can't be extinguished by water. It must be blood. Tomorrow, someone will die. A woman.