The Light in My Darkness ||Ominis Gaunt X OC||

Chapter 5

The honeymoon was the one aspect of the wedding Ominis had complete control over. His parents had not cared where they went so long as they consummated the marriage and produced an heir as soon as possible.

He had made sure to stay tight-lipped about the destination, fearing that Marvolo would turn it into a living hell.

The only people who knew were Akira and Sebastian, and most likely Anne as neither of the two could keep their bloody mouths shut when it comes to that woman. Both for very different reasons.

He only told the two oafs anything so they could help him find a suitable spot for him and Charlotte. After all, they did know his tastes rather well.

When the newly wed couple boarded the private rider car on the Hogwarts Express, nostalgia flooded Ominis. It had been quite some time since he had felt the familiar rumbling under his feet and the hiss of the steam engine.

As a student, his first four years had been spent in a car alone. Sebastian lived too close to the school to ride the train, and no one wanted to join the blind boy. That was until Akira showed up and made the long, bleak ride back to London far more bearable after their fifth year.

That train ride had been their solace after the trauma they both went through. They mourned the loss of the Sebastian they knew. They talked of their future, how Ominis was to marry Charlotte, and how Akira wished to find his birth parents.

Ominis learned that Akira was raised in a muggle orphanage. He was left under the stoop one winter's evening with just a blanket with his name embroidered.

He wondered how his search was going and made a mental note to write to his friend as the sharp hissing of the train brought him back to attention. The vibrations told him they were departing. Leaning back in his seat, he closes his eyes.

The silence of the cabin is broken a moment later with the rustling of skirts. Charlotte's hand brushes against his. He stiffened slightly as she traces on his palm.

“Where?” She spells out.

“Where are we going?” He confirms, tipping his head to the side.

She hums, tapping twice in his palm. Slowly, she traced out, H-O-G-W-A-R-T-S.

“No, we’re not going to Hogwarts. We’ll get off at Edinburgh and board the Highland Flier through Glasgow and into Ayr.” He explained, keeping the rest a surprise.

On the first and last days of the school year, as well as during holidays, the Hogwarts Express ran directly from London to Hogsmeade. But during the off-season, it made stops at magical stations along the route, one being in Edinburgh.

“Long?” she wrote.

“Yes, it will be about an eight-hour ride.” He nodded.

She huffed softly and stood up. Her sudden movement made him wonder if he had upset her with his answer.

He listened as she rustled her skirts and tugged at one of the overhead bags, her breaths coming in soft, frustrated puffs.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing, woman?” he asked, standing to investigate, his head tilted to the side.

After several minutes of her scribbling in his palm, he pieced it together. She wanted to pull down her bag so she could change into something more comfortable.

Eventually, with some back-and-forth on which bag she needed, she found her cloth bag and began rifling through it. She pushed at his shoulder for him to turn around, which he found rather amusing, considering he couldn’t see her regardless. Still, he complied, figuring he could pass the time by reading a few pages from his favorite novel.