#augurey

[rosewater-28]

Hello! I really like your headcanons. Could you write something about the Hogwarts students' pets please?

Of course! Thanks for the question. 😆

-The rule that says you can only bring one owl, cat, toad or rat... It's fake. The teachers only put this rule in place because one day they discovered that a student had a family of Fwoopers in his room. (They found out when the other students in the common room complained about the screeching sounds.)

-So as long as you don't have a very loud, big or dangerous animal in your room, everything will be fine.

-It's not really necessary to buy your pets, you can just ask the teacher for advice on how to befriend a wild Kneazle or Puffskein and then adopt it or leave it in the wild and go visit it from time to time.

-There are many students who love magical creatures and choose to keep and care for their animals outside the castle: they can keep hippogriffs, augureys, granians, hippocampus, etc. (Obviously with the supervision of the Care of Magical Creatures teacher).

-Magical pet shops like Magical Managerie or Eeylops Owl Emporium give discounts to students, knowing that many care for animals that need special care or that follow a specific diet.

-There is a rumor that sometimes the Care of Magical Creatures teacher suggests visiting animals much more dangerous than any other he/she shows in class. Clearly he/she only does this with the best students in that subject (above the fourth year).

That's all! If I think of anything else I'll add it. 👍❤️

[capriddle]

Delphi Riddle Aesthetic

[drunkenelevator]

jacob & augurey

[darkness-holds-eternal-light]

I would really like to share this story for all the Snape-fans and 'Harry Potter'-fans out there!

It's a beautiful and very well-written story with an OC and delightful references to art and history. It's a colourful and beautiful world to me and I wanted to share that if you like fanfictions like this too. It features Pureblood society, which is a personal favourite of mine. 💝

I hope you may enjoy it, I very much love the author's stories, they're basically usually novel-length. :)

[stabbyapologist]

[shrimpalbuspotter]

I know it probably didn't happen like this but Delphi has so much Muggle in her design that imagining she had to personally go to the muggle world, buy silver and blue hair dye, get an Augurey tattoo, then purchase an abundance of denim jackets, ripped jeans, skirts, chokers, and off shoulder backless shirts... is so fucking funny. Like she sucked up any prejudice she was raised with surrounded by the Rowles just to perfect her disguise and ended up bringing home far too many things she didn't actually need but thought looked cool.

[invisibilicose]

She’d be such a wonderful Delphini! 

I’m going to express a very unpopular opinion but I believe that Delphini cut her hair at least once in her life (a very pure-blood-non-conforming pixie haircut) that sent her mother ablaze. And somehow, in light of this, I like the idea of Adelaide Kane even more so for her.

[crystcllise]

cursed child london year 7 cast

the other week i got to see the year 7 london cast of cursed child and i am AMAZED!!! such a strong cast of wonderful performers across the board and i was absolutely blown away with their performances! you can tell they really understand their characters and have really worked on the dynamics and relationships with each other to create a realistic interpretation of these beloved characters!!

as always, i’m always watching the scorbus duos to see the little things they do with each other and i just want to say that ellis and harry’s scorbus is such a delight!!! they’re definitely my fav pair now hands down! such a sweet youthful portrayal of albus and scorpius and their dynamic on stage is so so pure i adored them sooo much!!

i got to meet ellis and harry after the show and ellis knew who i was and hugged me im fine

like broadway, i took some very unhinged notes so behold, read below all my unedited notes on (mainly scorbus) but the year 7 cast of cursed child!

ELLIS ALBUS IS SO SKRUNKLY AND SMALL AND CUTE HELP ME

james sings the end of his lines and it’s SO FUNNY

it genuinely looked like scorpius was leaning in to kiss albus after he tells him to come to the funeral

harry putting his legs up on the desk and trying to touch his toes while hermione is scolding him in his office and she just 😐

BREAD BREAD WHATS WRONG WITH BREAD??? scorpius was very excited about the bread

scorpius’ hand on albus’ chest when the train started

scorpius protectively putting his entire arm over albus’ chest in st oswald’s when amos pulled his wand out

scorpius as harry was the FUNNIEST SHIT EVER THE VOICE CRACKS AND THE LITTLE JUMPS david absolutely nailed the harry!scorpius mannerisms

“WIZZO!” (jump and finger guns) i love one skrunkly boy

scorpius looking so shocked and terrified when delphi grabbed albus’ hand and kissed his cheek

once delphi kissed albus’ cheek, she turned around to face scorpius and both of them look SO REPULSED like absolutely not get away from me

edge of the forest !!! scorpius looked so happy to call albus his best friend and albus was so shocked and so in awe (people in the crowd literally awwwed at it)

albus looking at scorpius so admirably at the triwizard tournament while he was geeking out

i’ve never seen such longing stares in the staircase ballet what the fuck

delphi’s ‘you two you belong together’ was just sooo knowing like jess!delphi is a scorbus advocate

ellis’ hair 🥰🥰🥰🥰

the collective gasp from the audience when albus said he wasn’t a loser before he met scorpius in the library… OUCH

hermione crying after ron said ‘my hermione’ and trying to hide her tears when ron kept talking to her

SCORPIUS AND THE DEMENTORS !!!! harry!scorpius absolutely devoured idk

scorpius’ scream when albus came up in the water SENT ME he squealed to the rooftops

ITS HARRYYY (the highest pitched scream i’ve ever heard scorpius was VERY excited)

hermione in tears after mcgonagall’s office and rose just running into her arms when she sees her crying oh i love them

intense staring in slytherin dorms holy mother of god

the massive scream cry delphi did in the owlery HOLY SHIT it like mimicked the cry of an augurey bird it was SO GOOD i was genuinely scared for a hot second

delphi’s “looOooooooOove” when looking at scorpius and pointing out albus’ weakness oh jess vickers my queen devours every time + albus unable to look at scorpius and scorpius in utter shock

WAIST GRAB WAIST GRAB AND SCORPIUS’ HAND ON ALBUS’ IM COMING UP when albus and scorpius had to hide from lily with the blanket, albus literally just stood behind scorpius with his hand on his waist and scorpius had his hand on top of albus’ it was sooooo adorable

harry crying in his office after talking to the dumbledore portrait and draco walking in, giving a ‘i ain’t dealing with this’ face and turning to walk out LMFAO

“ugh, is that a farmers market?” steve!draco HATES FARMERS MARKETS HELP

scorpius jumping into draco’s arms when reunited :’)

albus and scorpius literally sitting on each other in st jerome’s, their legs against each other and albus leaning into scorpius’ shoulder they’re so :((

hermione and albus are definitely close and i live for it she was so warm and comforting to him in st jerome’s this is all i’ve dreamed of

“and now i think you’re finding wonderful clarity” and GINNY LOOKING OVER AT SCORPIUS GOD SHE KNOWSS

the staring in the final staircase scene and ROSE WATCHING WITH UTTER SATISFACTION

albus’ hand on scorpius’ chest after rose interrupts and brushing it off with a fake yawn HELP

“you good albus?” “mhm” ROSE GIGGLING AND SKIPPING OFF STAGE AND LOOKING AT ALBUS AND SCORPIUS SO KNOWINGLY MY BEST GIRL

the closeness after the hug when scorpius says ‘new version of us’

SCORPIUS DOING FINGER GUNS ON NEW VERSION OF US THEY BOTH DID FINGER GUNS AT EACH OTHER ALBUS DID THEM BACK THEY ARE SO SILLY

scorpius waving, albus waving, scorpius turning to leave, giggling and waving again I FEEL ILL

david!harry completely understands albus’ love for scorpius and you can really tell in the final scene when albus tells him scorpius is the most important person in his life. he catches on throughout the show and it’s really nice to see him fully accept his son’s bond with scorpius and be content with it!!

like mentioned before, such an incredible cast and i am so sad i won’t get to see them again!!! they are truly wonderful and i hope a lot of you get to see them bc they are fantastic <3

[rewritingcanon]

delphi’s evil laughter when shes been found out as the augurey is the vibe i bring to the function

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Tess' Sharpuary - 17. Hair

The potions master may have missed a couple of hairdresser appointments...

chapter specific tags: slice of life, fluff, attempts at humour

relationships: aesop sharp x reader

17. Hair (1.2k)

tw: none

Aesop groaned after the third time he had to spit and blow hair out of his mouth. His own hair. His lover merely laughed at him. The potions master flipped his head to get the hair from his face: “This is getting rather annoying, I need to get it cut.” The young woman gave him a grin, and one of her hands tangled in his long hair, stroking through the soft locks and occasionally giving a light tug. Aesop, however annoyed with his unruly hair, couldn’t help but enjoy the attention she was bestowing upon him. “Maybe you could wear it in a ponytail until you can get it cut?” she offered.

“Hm, I don’t really like how I look when I wear one. Call me vain,” his voice was hoarse and his eyes closed in bliss, his face snuggled into her warm neck as she continued petting his hair. He felt her speak before he heard it, her words making her throat rumble slightly: “I won’t. You prefer looking a certain way, there’s nothing wrong with that. Did you always have long hair?”

“No, not always,” he replied, “When I was younger, I usually wore my hair quite long, but after I entered the Auror recruitment programme… Well, let’s just say all the men cut their hair within a week.” The girl watched him curiously: “And the women?” “They started wearing their ponytails and hairdos very tight. It makes sense, really,” Aesop reasoned, “we’d get tested every single day, magically and physically, and we could hardly afford to flip our heads all the time in the middle of combat. And after I got my badge, well, I just sort of kept it that way. I only let it grow again after the…” he didn’t need to finish his sentence - his lover knew all too well what he was referring to.

“I hate cutting it myself, I’m quite clumsy with it, especially on the back of my head,” he said then, wanting to change the subject and keep their conversation light. “Why don’t you go to Madam Snelling?” his sweetheart offered, the smile returning to her face. Aesop scoffed: “Waste of money in my opinion, it’s just a few inches of hair… But maybe… How would you like to try your hand at it?”

“Me?!” she squeaked, “Ace, I’ve never cut anyone’s hair! I’m happy enough to be able to style mine. What if I do more damage than good?” The potions master laughed: “Oh come now. As I said, it’s only a few inches, and you know how I like to wear it. Just how bad could it be?” “Famous last words, Aesop,” the girl remarked with a small chuckle.

“I believe in you. I’d trust you with my life, and I trust you with my hair as well,” he said then, his voice quiet and impossibly soft, his fingers stroking her jaw and cheeks, his dark eyes boring into hers, nearly mesmerisingly.

“Oh, alright then,” she relented with an exhale of hair after several seconds. “But if you end up looking like a half-plucked Augurey by the time I’m done, that’s on you.”

He only laughed and tackled her on the bed once more.

The next day, Aesop sat on a chair in his kitchen, and his young lover was fastening a tablecloth acting as a makeshift hairdresser’s sheet under his neck. She then brushed his hair until it was completely neat and tangle-free, something Aesop very much enjoyed. So much so, that his eyes were once more closed in bliss, and he released a small groan every now and then. It would seem that the young woman too was finding some comfort in this action, her free hand helping along, spreading the locks from each other. 

In that moment, the esteemed potions master reminded the young woman of a purring cat. A nearly two metres overgrown one, but a very content cat nevertheless.

Then, however, she tensed. Aesop opened his eyes and noticed she was holding a pair of scissors. He reached for her other hand, still in his hair. “It’ll be fine,” he promised and pressed a kiss against her hand. 

She got to work then, carefully measuring each lock before snipping the unwanted excess away. Hair soon littered the floor and slowly slid down the tablecloth in fine strands. She was being very careful with him, and Aesop was enjoying the intimacy of this simple activity. The silence of the room was broken only by the soft snipping of the scissors and the birds singing outside. “This is not that bad,” she said happily, calmer now as his usual haircut was becoming reality under her clever hands, “just don’t ask me to help shave you too, even if you do have blood replenishing potion around here.”

“I do, of course,” he teased, “but don’t worry. Shaving is something I do myself without a problem. Any requests? Shall I shave fully the next time I’m at it?” “Don’t you dare,” she warned, “I wouldn’t kiss you until it grew back. I love your beard.” He laughed, his chuckles making him shake slightly, and earning him small protests from the girl.

Suddenly, the steady sounds of snipping stopped, and Aesop opened one eye. “Sweetheart?” he asked. “Oh no… no no no no no…” she said, her voice getting more panicked by the second. “What happened?” Aesop inquired again.

“Aesop, I’m so so sorry, I don’t-... I don’t know how it happened, I’m so sorry,” came her rushed apology. “Calm down, love! Bring me a mirror, show me,” he insisted, cutting her speech short. Soon, a mirror was placed in his hand, and he angled it until he caught the sight of another mirror held by her. Indeed, one of the locks of his hair was considerably shorter than the others. However, other than that, it seemed his sweetheart did a pretty solid job, and his hair was nearly back to his preferred state.

“It’s not that bad,” he attempted to placate her, but it seemed he was fighting a lost battle, the girl was clearly distressed. He did the only thing that came to mind - he turned around and used his hands to take hold of her waist. Mindful of the scissors she was still holding in her hand, he pulled her closer and then made her sit on his lap. It was slightly awkward due to the tablecloth covering him, but he managed. His arms curled around her, and his lips found her lips in a small, soft kiss.

“You’re not cross with me?” she asked shyly. “How could I be cross with you?” he grinned, “you said so yourself! If I end up looking like a half-plucked Augurey, that’s on me. Except I do not look like one, I merely have one stray lock of hair that’s shorter than the rest. You’re doing so good otherwise!” She was still pouting a little bit, playing with the scissors in her hand. “Besides, wizards can regrow their hair fairly quickly by will. Give it a while, and you won’t even know where the hair was shorter.”

Finally, she looked up: “Really?” “Really,” he confirmed, “do you want to finish it? If you’re not feeling comfortable, I can take it from here - I think I should manage fairly easily now.” The young woman considered for a moment, but then she stood up from his lap and took a firm hold of the scissors once more. “I promise to be more careful,” she said then with a little smile. 

“I don’t doubt it one bit,” he replied, closing his eyes once more.

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Thank you for reading! ❤

[AO3] - [Sharpuary 2024] - [Masterlist]

[capriddle]

Delphi Riddle physical description

Not having an accurate description of Delphi's physical appearance there is one way I imagine her:

ebony brown and wavy hair

large, dark eyes

the shape of her face like her mother's

a small nose, like I imagine Tom Riddle had

I think she was about 175 centimeters tall, more or less like her mother

I imagine her as long-limbed, with fairly small breasts

her skin is pale like his father's

she's more like Bellatrix but overall she's a good mix of young Bellatrix and young Tom Riddle

Bonus: she was born with a lot of hair

[hogwartslegacypics]

The Quill of Acceptance and The Book of Admittance

“In a small locked tower, never visited by any student at Hogwarts, sits an ancient book that has not been touched by human hands since the four founders placed it there on completion of the castle. Beside the book, which is bound in peeling black dragon-hide, stands a small silver inkpot and from this protrudes a long, faded quill. These are the Quill of Acceptance and the Book of Admittance and they constitute the only process by which students are selected for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

“At the precise moment that a child first exhibits signs of magic, the Quill, which is believed to have been taken from an Augurey, floats up out of its inkpot and attempts to inscribe the name of that child upon the pages of the Book. Those few who have observed the process agree that the Quill might be judged more lenient than the Book. A mere whiff of magic suffices for the Quill. The Book, however, will often snap shut, refusing to be written upon until it receives sufficiently dramatic evidence of magical ability.”

[partywithoutsmiling]

Hey do you have any idea what would the tribe leaders monsters form would look like?

Rough idea yes

But nothing to really elaborate on in detail, and nothing specifically tailored to current leaders

For Techno, the inspiration would obviously be their ocean habitat, so something like a moray eel or the Sea Dragon Leviathan from Subnautica

For Classical, I was thinking a vulture kind of look, or augurey inspired (the irish 'death omen pheonix', but not the Fantastic Beast design)

For Country, leaning very heavy into the centaur part though making their upper body more bestial and minotaur-ish looking, while perhaps their 'horse' part would be eight legged like Sleipnir

Funk is tricky XD honestly good chunk of me is just chanting 'eldritch space horror' lol Levitating, many eyed, too many elongated arms/limbs

And for rock the obvious one- very werewolf/werebat, with bat/dragon like wings

[eggymf-archived]

of paper planes and wildflowers; 08

ft. ominis gaunt with f!reader (series)

chapter warnings: injured beasts, not proofread, unedited

chapter summary: when the opportunities that present themselves lead to a path of possible happiness, it’s up to him to decide whether he’ll finally seize it for himself or let his inner turmoil and insecurities consume him once again  

word count: 5.7k

a/n: this chapter nearly made me punch the wall for all the good reasons :D

main masterlist || series masterlist || AO3

“...Can you even believe that?! I– Hey!”

You felt your arm get grabbed by a certain red-haired Weasley, pulling you out of harm’s way from colliding towards another student who was walking at a snail’s pace in the crowded hallways. Taken by surprise, your dazed eyes widened in temporary alertness before morphing back into its droopy state. You sighed, shaking your head rather aggressively to keep yourself awake. You had been barely sleeping for the past few days and it was clearly evident on your appearance: dark undereye circles, and skin devoid of its usual healthy flush and glow.

“Are you sure you’d rather not be in the hospital wing right now? Bloody hell, even an Inferius looks livelier than you!” Garreth commented, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as soon as he pulled you to the side of the corridor. You looked back at him with hesitant eyes, remembering the workloads that had been assigned recently for the weekend. In silent defiance towards the current state of your body, you uncorked a vial containing some Wide-Eye Potion, chugging it down in huge gulps. 

“You can’t keep drinking vials of those!” Garreth chastised while you looked at him in feigned innocence. 

“...Whoops?” you giggled sheepishly. The red-haired Gryffindor crossed his arms while half-heartedly glaring at you. 

“Oh fine!” you grumbled, giving into his concerned glare. “I’ll rest up this weekend. I promise. No more late night explorations until I've rested enough!”

 You glanced up at his pair of emerald eyes, who were gazing upon you in obvious skepticism. 

“I sure hope you do. I won’t give that potion you keep on requesting if you don’t,” he sighed. Garreth reached for his bag, grabbing a flask containing his own improved antiseptic potion and a vial of dittany essence.

“I hope this’ll help the two unicorns you found,” Garreth said while handing over the potions to you. “That way, you wouldn’t have to sacrifice your health too much.”

“Not to worry, Garreth! They’re in good hands!” you grinned. The emerald-eyed male’s expression turned apologetic.

“I’m sorry. I normally accompany you on these travels, but Aunt Matilda has been watching me like an Augurey for the past few weeks,” he grumbled guiltily, recalling the stern expression on Professor Weasley’s face upon finding out the number of house points he had lost no thanks to his shenanigans. Poor Garreth now has extra assignments to do as punishment and was expected to inform his aunt consistently regarding his whereabouts. 

“Well, if that’s the case, I could always count on you to help me brew some potions for my noble cause?” you piped, patting his arm while looking at him expectantly with hopeful eyes.

“Oh stop it you! That's not gonna work the second time!” he scoffed jokingly, earning a lighthearted yet tired chortle from you. The both of you walked to your next class, chattering rather animatedly despite your lack of sleep. A certain freckled brunette eyed both you and Garreth’s retreating figure while his opal-eyed companion had his arms crossed as he stood beside his best friend with an evident yet subtle scowl on his face �� not directed towards you and the young Weasley, but towards the brunette himself who has been the bane of his existence for several days and counting.

“They seem pretty close. Way too close for comfort, don’t you think?” Sebastian queried with a seemingly oblivious yet underlying teasing tone, eyeing the blonde-haired male for any of his signature violent reactions whenever he was teased. 

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, they’re best friends!” Ominis exasperatedly exclaimed. “Why is that suddenly an issue?!”

“Alright, alright! Calm down, will you?” 

“Calm down? You’ve been pulling my leg for days! Do you honestly expect me to be in a good mood?!”

“In my defense, this is for your own good, my poor lovesick friend. Denial is a painful struggle, don't you think?”

“The only painful struggle here is your incessantly insufferable assumptions, Sebastian!”

The onslaught of their rather pointless bickering continued with Ominis’ face turning into a ripe tomato out of sheer annoyance while Sebastian snickered at the poor Gaunt’s plight. Much to Ominis' chagrin, Sebastian was well capable of piecing the puzzle pieces together even without informing him of the entirety of the situation. The brunette was aware that there was something going on between you and Ominis. In fact, there were several tell-tale signs of the young Gaunt's hidden affections towards you that Ominis himself doesn't even notice.

The most recent incident, however, was the most ridiculously obvious one to date. And no, it wasn't the silly little moment that Sebastian had walked into in the Alchemy Classroom — this scenario was much more unexpected and out-of-character to the point it rendered Sebastian absolutely gobsmacked. It happened when Ominis had absentmindedly voiced his thoughts upon hearing your boisterous laughter during practical lessons in Defense Against the Dark Arts Class when Leander Prewett ended up flying back after a failed attempt in casting Bombarda Maxima.

"She laughs like a bloody seagull, but oddly enough, it's rather adorable."

Needless to say, Ominis was absolutely mortified upon realizing that he had said his thoughts out loud by accident. To make matters worse, Sebastian, who remained vigilant the entire time, had heard it loud and clear. 

As the blonde-haired male oldest friend, Sebastian had seen the many sides of Ominis throughout the years. However, this was an entirely different version of Ominis that even the brunette wasn't accustomed to. Watching him cluelessly pine for one of their fellow classmates who seems just as whipped as he is was agonizing to watch. Hell, even Sebastian landed himself a date with Skylar Evans thanks to Ominis’ emotionally mature advice, yet the poor man was unable to apply his own words of wisdom onto himself. Much to Sebastian's humorous pleasure, the whole scenario itself resembles a comedically-written romantic novel that were commonly read by young ladies, and he was not about to discard that thought anytime soon.

Sebastian glanced at the sulky opal-eyed male beside him, stifling his laughter as he remembered Ominis’ predicament during that one class in Defense Against the Dark Arts. However, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a rather sharp blow to his poor unsuspecting rib — Ominis’ infamous elbow jab of death: perfect for silencing insolent little lads who dare to incur his wrath.

“OW! BLOODY HELL, OMINIS!”

…..Scurvy grass, lovage, sneezewort, and…. Frog brains. Eugh.

Ominis grimaced as he read through his potions textbook, mulling over the ingredients needed for a Befuddlement Draught: the potion he was supposed to procure today as his additional assignment output. Meanwhile, you occupied the other burner on the same table. Potions Class had ended a while ago, and you immediately seized the opportunity in brewing the potion you had been intensively researching on while you were tutoring Ominis. You brought out your own set of jars containing the necessary ingredients alongside a leather-bound notebook that contained your own written notes. Before you could get started on your own potion, you headed over to Ominis.

“Got all your ingredients ready, I hope?” you asked. He hummed in response, taking out several jars from his own potions kit. 

“I’m not sure if I have enough frog brains though. I’d rather not stick my finger inside the jar to check. Do I have enough?” Ominis queried, showing you a jar containing an ample amount of the said ingredient. A snort escaped from your nostrils.

“What? You’re afraid of touching frog brains?”

“They’re disgusting and have a pungent fishy smell. I’d rather not,” the misty-eyed male cringed. “So, do I have enough or not?”

“Relax. You do,” you chucked, checking his other ingredient jars. “Let me just set the flame for you. Will you be alright brewing the potion this time mostly on your own? I have to brew… Something.”

“The same potion you’ve been trying to brew for the past few days?”

“Unfortunately, yes. It’s trickier than I thought,” you sighed, scratching the back of your head sheepishly. 

“Who would’ve thought that blood-restorative potions for beasts would be so difficult to procure…” you bemoaned to yourself.

 “...I’ll just inform you if I need some help then,” Ominis replied, choosing not to pry despite his piqued curiosity.

“Alright then. I'll be here if you need me.”

You flipped your notebook to the necessary page, finding a recipe that had multiple cross-outs and note scribbles at the side of each error to the recipe that you had found in the beast section of the library. The list itself was rather intimidating, taking up almost an entire roll of parchment even with your tiny handwriting. The Blood-Restorative Potion for Unicorns — that was what you were attempting to brew for Merlin knows how many times for the last few days and it was the primary cause of your sleepless nights.

You would've spoken to Professor Howin instead regarding the matter, but the situation was far too dire for the two poor beasts. The last thing you would want is a poor unicorn mare and its foal dying of a deadly infection or blood loss by merely waiting for authorities to take action. You'd rather just nurse the poor beasts back to health on your own. After all, you are a well-researched Ravenclaw who is more than capable of taking such matters into your hands.

So how did you actually manage to ensnare yourself within this particularly complicated predicament?

It all began during the first night of your long-awaited freedom. After many troubling events that had recently occurred, you were in dire need of being out and about in the wilderness armed with just your wand, a satchel containing your essentials, and your trusty broom. Who would've thought you'd find yourself rescuing a locked up unicorn mare and its foal in one of the abandoned poacher camps within the Forbidden Forest? 

By Merlin's name, the two poor beasts were in a dreadful state when you had found them: while the foal suffered minor injuries and was severely malnourished, the mare suffered greater injuries that involved several deep punctures and gashes on its flesh, while its mane, tail and horn had been cut off. While unicorn hair and horns were common potion ingredients, unicorn blood wasn't — the mere fact that you had found signs that depict the extraction of its life essence was horrifying.

Thankfully, despite the darkness that had enshrouded the place, you successfully found a temporary haven for the unicorns: a nearby cave that was well concealed behind thickets of trees and tall bushes. The thought of two defenseless creatures being exploited in such a cruel way set the blood within your veins aflame with both anger towards their perpetrators, and fiery determination to nurse both of them back to health to the best of your abilities.

Furrowing your brows in concentration, you followed the improved recipe that you had written down, ticking each step that you had done with your self-inking quill to ensure that no step had been missed. You carefully dropped ingredient upon ingredient right into your cauldron, stirring it every now and then according to the instructions. Finally, you turned the flame off, allowing the concoction to cool: if the liquid turns into a fine silvery liquid with glittery gold specks when it reaches room temperature, then the potion has been brewed correctly. 

You were about to check on Ominis' cauldron, only to find that he is currently decanting a promising dark green concoction into an empty vial. 

"You actually managed to brew it without my help this time!" you genuinely exclaimed out of happiness. A faint blush rose to his cheeks as he placed the cork onto the vial before heading to the Potions Master's table. Handing over his vial, Ominis patiently awaited Professor Sharp’s verdict. The said professor nodded in approval, scribbling an “O” beside Ominis’ name in his records.

“Well done.”

A wide-eyed Ominis walked back to the table while you, his tutor, cracked a proud grin at the sight of him who was still rather awestruck from one of Sharp's rare words of encouragement.

“I say, keep this up and you probably won't need my assistance the next time you brew a potion!” you chirped.

“I suppose my tutor's an excellent guide herself,” Ominis commented, a gentle smile gracing his lips. You felt heat rush to your face, wordlessly falling into a daze as you stared at his expression. An awkward silence fell between the both of you, and the present smile upon his lips morphed into a smirk.

"You do know that I can feel you staring, right?"

You cleared your throat immediately, masking your embarrassment with your usual display of bashfulness.

“No, I'm not!” you half-heartedly denied while he chuckled. You peered down at your cauldron, spotting several gold flakes swirling around a shimmery silver liquid. Clapping in excitement, you took out various empty flasks from your potions kit to properly store the entire batch of potion you had just brewed.

At long last, it was finally a success.

The faint sound of footsteps pacing onto stone floors echoed throughout the walls of the Undercroft. Ominis had been loitering within the room for quite some time, deep in thought for the good majority of the entire duration. He had managed to sneak out of the Slytherin Common Room and right into his sanctuary, skillfully avoiding the prefects that were on patrol. Holding a piece of parchment with one hand and his wand with the other, he finally seized the opportunity to read Anne's reply in peace.

Ominis, I must say, I hadn’t expected you out of all people to be facing love-related problems. But I suppose there’s a first time for everything. Albeit the surprise, it truly warms my heart to know that you’ve managed to find someone that you genuinely fancy. She seems like a fine young lady, if you ask me! As for my advice, please do take it with a grain of salt. Preferences do vary from person to person, after all. If I were in your shoes, I think it’d be wise to advance forward with your so-called “relationship”, especially if you are now well aware of her true identity. It need not be a blatant introduction right in her face, of course. Perhaps you could slowly try to integrate yourself within her day-to-day life first by advancing your status from a mere pen-pal to let’s say a secret admirer? Something of the sort. That’d give you an opportunity to think things through if you’re still hesitant. It may not be easy for you to push through with such matters, but I believe in your astute judgment.  Also, I hope you aren’t berating yourself throughout this entire situation. Knowing you, you’re probably doing something of the sort. This is a reminder that you still deserve love regardless of your past. That aside, I wish you the best of luck!  May this string of fateful encounters lead you to a path of genuine happiness. Sincerely, Anne P.S. If you do push through with your plan of possible courtship, do drop by in Feldcroft with her, won't you? I’d love to meet her!

The poor Gaunt’s heart hammered at Anne’s post script, blushing miserably at the possible scenario. Bashfulness aside, the thought of revealing his identity to you made his stomach churn: he hadn't the slightest idea as to how you'd react to the cold hard truth. Although the rift between the both of you were starting to lessen surprisingly thanks to Sharp assigning you to tutor him for potions, he was still not fully convinced on whether he should proceed with his pursuits or not. 

If only there was a window of opportunity where the both of you could actually know each other on a slightly deeper and meaningful level. 

Ominis sighed in defeat, heading out of the Undercroft to sneak back into the common room. Perhaps if he rested for the night, there'd be a better idea that would grace his head the next time he ponders about a solution to this predicament. The sound of the clock mechanism echoed throughout the stone stairwell of the Undercroft as the door opened. Ominis exited, stepping onto the marble floors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower. He casted a Disillusionment Charm for good measure, deftly roaming through the dimly lit corridors once more. 

Unbeknownst to him, aside from the several prefects roaming about, there was another charm-concealed student who was, like Ominis, sneaking around past curfew. His sharp sense of smell caught a whiff of a familiar floral perfume, and he noticed that the person was heading straight towards the staircase leading towards the exit of the tower. Ominis followed the scent, casually stopping right beside the person, who was mumbling to themselves.

“.... Two prefects. Now how do I—”

“Sneaking out of the castle, are you?”

“Mother of—!” you squeaked, revealing both of yourselves to one another. You glared at the misty-eyed male. Before you could utter anything, you were suddenly interrupted.

“Hello? Is anyone up there?” one of the prefects called, heading up to the second floor. Panickedly, the both of you casted the Disillusionment Charm on yourselves once again, creeping alongside the marble balustrade in hopes of not getting noticed. 

While the prefect headed towards the corridor far from the stairs, the both of you immediately headed down to the first floor. You fired a spell towards a wall right at the far opposite of the exit, effectively distracting the other prefect that was patrolling around. You deftly pushed the large door open, exiting the tower successfully and headed towards several bushes while the young Gaunt followed suit. Both regaining visibility once again, you turned to Ominis, placing your hands onto the sides of your waist.

“To answer your question just now before you nearly broke my 2-year streak of not being caught, yes I am sneaking out,” you huffed, furrowing your eyebrows. “Didn't expect you to be out and about past curfew, Gaunt. Why are you sneaking around, anyways?”

“Well, I couldn't sleep,” Ominis nonchalantly reasoned.

“That's it?” you deadpanned.

“What? Were you expecting something more?”

“Seems too simple of a reason to risk yourself getting caught by prefects, don't you think?”

“Believe it or not, I am, in fact, a rather simple young man,” the alabaster-skinned male quipped while you scoffed in amusement. 

“Really now? That's a surprise,” you mumbled.

“And I'm assuming that your present late-night activities have something to do with the potion that you brewed earlier?”

“....As a matter of fact, yes.”

“Pray, do tell. What exactly did you brew back in the classroom?”

You paused, contemplating on whether or not you should reveal your agenda for the night. The opal-eyed male raised an eyebrow, expectantly waiting for your answer. You grinned as an idea dawned upon you. You summoned your broom and mounted onto the seat.

“Fancy yourself a trip to the Forbidden Forest tonight?” you offered. “That's where I'm headed, actually.”

“...The what?!”

“Oh, come on! Don't tell me you're scared now? After all that sneaking around and you want to retire back into the dungeons?”

“I'm not scared!” Ominis grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Then don't just stand there, silly! Hop on!”

Hesitance grabbed a hold of Ominis, temporarily rooting him onto the ground. 

“May this string of fateful encounters lead you to a path of genuine happiness.”

Recalling Anne’s recent message, Ominis sighed defeatedly.

“...I can't believe I'm doing this,” he mumbled, mounting onto your broom. He shyly snaked his arms around your waist, securing himself in place. Taking your wand out of your inner pocket, you muttered a spell, turning the both of you invisible for a certain period of time.

“Ready?” you asked, pushing your bashfulness aside as you felt the warmth from his body seep onto your back.

“Ready.”

A loud thump on the ground was soon heard, followed by a whoosh as the both of you soared into the night sky. Ominis let out an uncharacteristic yelp as you leaned forward, prompting him to tighten his hold as he felt a stronger gust of wind hit his face. He felt his heart pound against his chest out of sheer anxiety.

“You’re going way too fast!” he cried out while you laughed out heartily at his plight, maintaining the breakneck speed. The both of you headed up north, passing over most of the thick fog blanketing the Forbidden Forest. Ominis felt himself calm down as he started getting used to the speed of your broom. 

You then spotted the small clearing where you often landed, and without warning, you maneuvered your broom to swoop down. The terrified screams of the poor Gaunt behind you caused you to guffaw boisterously at his priceless reaction. Soon, the whooshing of the air slowly died down as you leaned back to make the speed dwindle down significantly. The moment Ominis felt the ground beneath his feet, he quickly dismounted, patting himself and fixing his hair while you pointed your wand at your broom, vanishing it out of sight. 

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” you giggled.

“Wasn’t?! We could’ve died!” Ominis hissed. “I could've been killed!”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, pull yourself together! Now, the cave’s not far from here. Best be on our way, hmm?” you said, patting his shoulder and heading towards the supposed designation.

“This better be worth my time,” the misty-eyed male muttered grumpily, tailing after you while he held his blinking wand up.

A deathly silence loomed over the dreary-looking place aside from the audible crunching of leaves and stray twigs beneath your feet as you and Ominis traversed through the cold, dark forest. The crunching of leaves soon turned into faint footsteps against a solid surface, much to your relief. 

“We’re here. It's just right ahead,” you informed Ominis, walking into the cave. The sound of dripping water echoed throughout the natural tunnel-like structure. Soft whinnies were soon heard alongside the sound of hooves trotting on grass from the end of the tunnel, much to Ominis’ surprise. 

Upon reaching the end of the tunnel, you were met with a large open space with a large snakewood tree rooted in the middle. The moonlight peered through the small opening from the top of the cave, shining its strong rays of light directly onto the lone tree. Beside the tree lies a small spring, where the unicorn mare and its foal were currently drinking water from. Upon seeing your arrival, the unicorn foal cantered towards you in excitement while you quickly conjured up some food for it, stroking its mane affectionately as it began to feast on its treats that were laced with the potion you had brewed earlier. Much to your relief, the foal hadn't noticed any unusual taste from the pellets. Ominis quietly approached you, still unsure of what was happening. You grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand towards the foal until the skin of his palm came into contact with its short mane and small horn.

“... Unicorns!” Ominis breathed out while you smiled at his excited reaction. Ominis gingerly glided his hand across the fur of the young beast, only to realize that it had several line-like scabs littering its skin. His brow furrowed both in confusion and concern.

“Its skin… What happened?” Ominis asked while you sighed.

“Poachers. I found both of them in one of the abandoned camps nearby in a cage,” you explained grimly, attempting not to divulge into the explicit details of the beasts' prior suffering. Ominis pondered, putting two and two together. 

It all made sense now.

“So they were injured when you found them and you've been treating their wounds for the past few days,” Ominis concluded.

“Yes, that's right,” you said, rather impressed with how perceptive the pale-skinned male was was. “And the potion I was brewing is a Blood-Restorative Potion for Unicorns.”

“That bad, huh,” the young Gaunt sighed sorrowfully. “How horrible.”

The unicorn mare approached you, laying onto its side for you to inspect its large wound. You gently removed the protective linen that rested atop the wound, revealing a stitched gash that was looking far less grim the last time you had seen it. You opened your satchel, grabbing a flask of the antiseptic potion Garreth had concocted and poured it gently onto the wound, watching it fizz up slightly. You then opened up the vial containing dittany essence, applying it in sufficient amounts to prevent a nasty scar from forming. 

Meanwhile, Ominis knelt over near the unicorn's head, giving it an experimental pat on its neck before stroking it affectionately. He immediately took note of the mare's extremely short mane and the absence of its horn, merely feeling a stump on its head. His heart broke at the realization of the harrowing incident this unicorn must’ve gone through.

“Even your horn and hair wasn't spared…” he spoke softly towards the beast, who neighed in response.

“She'll be fine now. Her wounds are healing nicely,” you informed, much to Ominis' relief. “I'll have to check on them both every now and then, though. Until I make sure they'll be fine on their own.”

Ominis got up on his feet, conjuring a self-refilling feeder for each of the unicorns. You smiled in appreciation at his initiative, further improving the contraption in making sure that the feeds for the mare contained a stronger dosage of the potion you had brewed. You sighed both in exhaustion and in relief as the two unicorns had their fill of grub, heading over to the dry spot within the cave to take a rest. Ominis followed you, promptly finding a spot to sit on as soon as he heard the slight clinking of glass jars while you gently put your bag down. 

With a wave of your wand, small pieces of rocks and several dry pieces of wood materialized out of thin air, forming a small circular fire pit. Small balls of fire shot out of your wand, igniting the wood. Ominis sat on the ground and leaned back against the cave wall, relaxing at the sound of the fire crackling. You plopped right beside him, gazing at the flickering flames. 

“This was… A rather fun trip, I must say,” Ominis mumbled, breaking the silence. 

“Glad to know it was worth your while. You're not a bad traveling companion surprisingly,” you chuckled. “...Aside from the screaming on the broom just now.”

“Did you really have to bring that up?” he winced in embarrassment.

“Lighten up, will you? It's not that bad!” you laughed. “It was rather funny.”

Ominis groaned in response, pinching the bridge of his nose at the flashback. The sound of neighs echoed throughout the cave as the unicorn foal trotted around the mare, bursting into a run while the latter followed its mischievous little offspring. You giggled at the sight.

“Honestly I'm relieved that they're doing so much better now. For the past few days this cave has been quiet aside from the occasional pained neighs from the both of them. It was horribly depressing,” you recalled.

“Well, I'm sure they're thankful for your help. Unicorns aren't usually the most social of beasts, yet they're here they are,” the misty-eyed male said in a rather comforting manner.

“Do you think they want to stay here? The forest has been quite dangerous lately with poachers lurking about,” you pondered out loud.

“I wouldn't be surprised if they do. We can just provide what they need here. Probably enchant the place with protective spells too.”

“We?” you repeated in a surprised tone. The misty-eyed male cleared his throat instinctively, feeling an all-familiar warmth spread throughout his face.

“It was a mere suggestion. It’s still your decision to make.”

“...I think it’s wise if we follow your suggestions, actually. I quite like the idea of these poor beasts having a chance to live in a safer place for once,” you admitted. “A chance for a new start is probably what they deserve. Poor things must’ve been traumatized after going through such terrifying ordeals.”

Ominis' mind wandered at the thought, strangely empathizing with the unicorns you had rescued. They reminded him of himself — just like them, he had gone through harrowing events that left traces of emotional scars deep within his heart and mind, along with permanently sullied hands. However, unlike these ethereal, harmless beings, he had voluntarily participated in an act of cruelty to save himself: he had to inflict the worst pain imaginable unto another innocent person. At the end of the day, unlike the unicorns, he still had a choice.

Did he truly even deserve that same chance of starting anew despite what he had done? 

“A Knut for your thoughts?” you asked, jolting the blonde-haired male out of his musings.

“A chance for a new start… Do you think everyone deserves such a thing? Even those who have done atrocious things?” Ominis asked softly. You were rather taken aback by the sudden heavy question from the normally emotionally-secretive male. Nevertheless, you decided to share your opinion.

“Everyone deserves a chance at some point, Gaunt. Especially those who are determined enough to change for the better and genuinely make amends for their wrongdoings,” you answered with conviction as if it was the most logical answer to his question. You glanced at Ominis, who had an astonished expression on his face.

“... I know my answer might sound rather simple, but I do hope it suffices,” you chuckled as your eyelids began to slowly droop, fatigue slowly overtaking your body. The opal-eyed male did just as you said, mulling over the answer you had strung together. He was about to ask another question when he felt a sudden weight drop on his shoulder. 

Oh.

Ominis' breath hitched at his throat. A reluctant hand reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb ghosting over your eyelashes. Finally after all that had occurred within this particular day, you had fallen fast asleep. He felt the flyaways of your hair tickle his jawline as you shifted your head around slightly before settling down as soon as you were comfortable enough. The silence this time was a cozy one — the soft crackling of fire along with your steady breaths made Ominis exhale in relaxation as he rested his head against yours.

He felt the beating of his heart drum steadily within his chest as he pondered about the many things he had discovered about you in this little impromptu trip. Unsurprisingly, his initial first impressions of you had been completely shattered at this point. In fact, he felt downright silly for even underestimating you when you were far more than just a typical book-smart Ravenclaw. 

You were rather insane when it came to your adrenaline-seeking tendencies, unlady-like at certain times, surprisingly had a penchant for breaking rules every now and then, yet at the same time you were undoubtedly one of the kindest, wisest and most understanding persons he had ever come across. There were so many sides to you that have yet to be discovered, and he wanted to uncover all of what is concealed. The mere thought of being with you made his chest ache with painful longing and repressed desires. 

Ominis bitterly chuckled at yet another mind-blowing realization, leaning his head against the cave wall with a burning urge to kick himself over and over for his incapability of fully grasping the extent of his budding feelings sooner. For the umpteenth time today, he finds himself at a loss for words regarding the huge risk he was about to take. 

“I can't fucking believe this,” he whispered, conjuring a roll of his scented parchment, an envelope, a wooden board, and his self-inking quill. It was now or never: he had to write this before his self-depreciative thoughts held himself back once again. He couldn’t risk losing this opportunity — not when the answers to his doubts were crystal clear to him right now.

He wanted to try regardless of what the outcome may be. 

Dearest Lucie, You might be surprised that you’ve received my reply in this manner, and I hope you do not mind my rather bold approach this time around. Truth be told, the main reason as to why my reply took so long was due to the mishap of me discovering your identity by mere coincidence. I shan’t divulge into the details as to how I’ve uncovered this crucial information, but I have been thinking about this for quite a while now. I suppose I let my cowardice get the best of me at some point hence my silence, but I couldn’t keep this secret from you after all. I wouldn’t blame you if you’re upset with my actions, and I deeply apologize for that. As for my intentions now that I know who you are, I believe that the decision whether to continue this correspondence or not ultimately rests with how comfortable you are with communicating with me. To be completely honest, I’m quite fearful of your possible negative reaction once you find out who I am. I know I’m being rather unfair with this, but if knowing my identity is important to you, is it possible if I could just leave clues for you to figure out? I promise I won’t make them too difficult. It’s just that I don’t think I can handle approaching you right away in person. Whatever your decision may be, I’m glad that I got to know you — even if it’s just through letters. With love and adoration, Ves  

As soon as the ink had dried up, he folded the parchment neatly and slipped it into the envelope before stuffing it into his inner coat pocket. He vanished the objects he had conjured, resting his head on top of yours once more. He shut his eyes, relishing in the tender moment with you as he slowly drifted off to his own slumber with a faint smile across his lips. 

The blonde-haired male has finally made his decision: this time, he would give this letter to you on his own without any assistance from your owl.

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More tidbits on my CC Dark World Timeline au. Some Scorbus stuff but again I'll make a seperate post just to go in depth about them. (FYI I wrote this at almost 2am and was barely keeping my eyes open, so apologies for any mistakes).

Yes, Albus Potter has killed muggles. Never willingly, always because Delphi has told him to and he doesn't want to get any more crucios sent his way.

On that topic, he isn't actually cruciod alot. Maybe 20 times since he's been taken in by Delphi (which seems like alot but it is spread out over 7 years)

Since he isn't able to send unauthorised owls due to the fact Voldemort presumes his whole family dead, he passes his letters to the remaining order by Snape.

Similarly, Snape and Albus both attend Death Eater meetings when they are held (or any event that means Voldemort needs Snape to come to the manor). This is what relieves the remaining orders stress as they know he is alive.

DELPHI LOVES TO PLAY DRESS UP even when Albus is 14. She takes alot of inspiration from the clothing of Muggles they slaughter or throw in the Dungeons (often just stealing their clothes and cutting it up to make fun pieces. She loves the spikes and the denim.)

Scorpius is still awkward and anxious, but he knows how to hide it. He was raised surrounded by people and told he was superior than everyone else at Hogwarts because of his blood and connections to Voldemort by his grandfather. (Draco never told him anything like this, but he never denied it either. He made sure to keep Scorpius in line)

Scorpius is still cruel and evil despite this. He takes a sick pleasure I'm seeing others squirm but always keeps a straight face and never provokes a fight with people (unlike his father used to do). Although when he's out hunting for muggles to round up for one of his friends games, he will laugh along with their jokes because he finds them genuinely funny.

He and Albus got along rockily at first. Even now, when they consider eachother bestfriends, Albus still gets queasy everytime he goes on one of his rambles about whatever muggleborn he got to torture in the Dungeons the night prior. Albus hates it, but Scorpius is his only friend and he doesn't want to lose that.

Scorpius only brags because he thinks it's what Albus would like to hear, due to his affiliation with The Augurey. Scorpius isn't book smart like he is in the original timeline so it's harder for him to carry a conversation if the other isn't replying to him.

Albus hates smalltalk

They will not get together until they are slightly older teens. It's a unhealthy relationship, Scorpius is selfish and arrogant and demands respect whilst Albus is anxious and terrified and so hopelessly stubborn despite the facts, but they are absolutely in love.

Picture Romeo and Juliet

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Delphini’s first day of flying