Hogwarts Legacy Oneshots

Ominis - Nightmares

Y/N jolted awake, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The room was dark, and the only sound was her ragged breathing. She pressed her hands to her face, trying to wipe away the remnants of the nightmare that clung to her mind like a dark fog.

In her dream, she was back in the cavernous depths below Hogwarts, standing before the massive, gleaming form of the metal dragon that Ranrok had become. Its eyes, glowing like molten lava, bore into her with a malevolent intelligence. She could feel the heat of its breath, the crushing weight of its presence. She raised her wand, her ancient magic thrumming through her veins as she faced the beast.

The battle was fierce. Flames roared around her as the dragon lashed out, its claws and tail creating shockwaves that sent her flying. She cast spell after spell, the magical energy crackling in the air, but the dragon seemed unstoppable. It roared, a sound that echoed through the cavern and shook her to her core. She felt a crushing sense of hopelessness, the realization that she might not be able to defeat this monstrosity. Then, as the dragon lunged for her, everything went black.

Shivering, Y/N pushed back the covers and slipped out of bed. She couldn't stay here, not with the remnants of the nightmare still haunting her. She needed to move, to do something, anything, to shake off the lingering fear. She grabbed her wand as she left the Slytherin common room and silently made her way through the darkened castle to the Undercroft.

The Undercroft was their secret haven, a place where she, Sebastian, and Ominis had found refuge and camaraderie. The hidden room was empty now, the shadows deep and still. She lit the pyres with a flick of her wrist, casting a warm glow over the ancient stone walls. Taking a deep breath, she began to practice her spells, her movements precise and fierce.

She started with basic spells, feeling the familiar rush of magic flow through her as she cast them towards the three training dummies she conjured. But soon, basic spells weren't enough to quell the storm inside her. She moved on to more advanced incantations, the spells becoming more powerful, more destructive. She conjured flames that danced and roared, creating whirling gusts of wind that whipped around her. She cast lightning bolts that crackled and sparked, their light illuminating the dark corners of the Undercroft.

Lost in her training, she didn't notice the door to the Undercroft creak open. Ominis stepped in and had followed the sounds of her footsteps. He stepped into the room, his sightless eyes turning towards her, his expression one of concern.

"Y/N?" he called softly, his voice breaking through her haze of concentration.

She whirled around, her heart skipping a beat as she pointed her wand at him. "Ominis? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same," he replied, walking closer. "It's the middle of the night. What's going on?"

Y/N lowered her wand, the adrenaline beginning to fade, leaving her feeling raw and exposed. "I... I had a nightmare. About Ranrok. I couldn't go back to sleep."

Ominis nodded, understanding. "Training helps, but you can't keep all of this bottled up inside. Talk to me."

His words, spoken with such genuine concern, were her undoing. She felt the tears well up, and before she could stop them, they were streaming down her face. She sank to her hands and knees as her shoulders started shaking with sobs. Ominis was beside her in an instant, his arms wrapping around her in a comforting embrace.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice soothing. "You're safe here. We're all here for you."

She threw herself onto him, letting out all the fear and frustration that had been building inside her. For a long time, they stayed like that, the only sound the soft echoes of her crying and his whispered reassurances. Gradually, her sobs subsided, and she felt a weight lift from her chest.

"Thank you, Ominis," she whispered, pulling back slightly to look at him. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," he replied, a small smile touching his lips. "We'll get through this together, I promise."

With his words, the darkness of the nightmare seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of friendship and the promise of better days ahead.

Y/N wiped her eyes, taking a deep breath as she tried to steady herself. Ominis's arms around her were a comforting anchor, but a new thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Ominis," she said, her voice still a little shaky, "why were you down here? It's so late. Did you have a nightmare too?"

Ominis hesitated, a slight frown creasing his forehead. "Not exactly," he admitted, his voice soft. "I heard you leave your dormitory. I've been worried about you, Y/N. Ever since Ranrok, you've been... different. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Her heart swelled with emotion. The fact that he had come down here in the dead of night just to check on her spoke volumes. She looked at him, his pale eyes reflecting the dim light of the Undercroft, and she felt a rush of gratitude and something deeper, something that made her pulse quicken.

"You came all the way down here just for me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course," he replied, his expression earnest. "You're important to me, Y/N. More than you know."

The sincerity in his voice, the gentle concern in his touch—it was almost overwhelming. She reached up, her hand trembling slightly, and placed it against his cheek. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing as if savoring the contact.

"Ominis," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I don't know how to thank you."

"You don't need to thank me," he said, opening his eyes to look at her. "Just promise me you'll let me help. You don't have to go through this alone."

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. The connection between them felt palpable, a living thing that seemed to draw them closer. Without thinking, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his. The kiss was soft, tentative at first, but it quickly deepened as they both gave in to the emotions they had been holding back for so long.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless. Ominis's fingers gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Me too," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "I'm just sorry it took a nightmare to bring us to this moment."

"Sometimes, it takes facing our fears to find what we truly want," he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of peace and belonging that she hadn't felt in a long time. She rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she took in the moment.

"Thank you, Ominis," she whispered. "For everything."

"Always," he replied, his voice filled with promise.

As they sat together in the quiet of the Undercroft, the shadows of her nightmare seemed to recede, replaced by the light of newfound love. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N felt truly at peace.