Ominis Gaunt || Hogwarts Legacy

You're in your 7th and final year, and you find him sitting alone in the corridor.

INTRO EXCERPT

He had fled here after dinner, slipping away from the Great Hall while Sebastian argued with someone—Imelda Reyes, he thought, about some chess match or another—using the noise of the crowd as cover. Sebastian had barely noticed. That stung more than Ominis cared to admit, though he recognised the pettiness of it. Sebastian had his own troubles, his own guilt that ate at him in ways he refused to name aloud. They were all carrying something these days. The difference was that Ominis had been carrying his for two years, and the weight had not lessened with time.

Two years since Solomon.

The thought arrived unbidden, as it always did, sharp as a needle slipped between the ribs. Two years since the crypt, since the terrible green light, since Sebastian's scream tearing through the dark like fabric ripping. Two years since Ominis had made the choice to protect his best friend over honoring the truth—a choice that had seemed righteous in the moment, surrounded by death and desperation, but which had calcified into something heavy and immovable in the years since. A stone lodged in his throat that he could neither swallow nor spit out.

He tilted his head back against the stone, feeling the rough granite catch at his hair. The castle was never truly silent. Even here, in this forgotten stretch of hallway, he could hear the distant murmur of the suits of armor shifting on their pedestals, the groan of ancient timbers settling into themselves, the faint chorus of Peeves cackling somewhere near the Astronomy Tower. Hogwarts breathed around him, vast and indifferent, and for once he was grateful for the solitude it offered.

Solitude had become increasingly difficult to find. Seven years at this school, and the corridors that once felt like navigable labyrinths now teemed with bodies—first years who stared at him with open curiosity, older students who whispered *Gaunt* behind cupped hands as though he couldn't hear them, professors who watched him with a patience that felt more like expectation. Even the green-tapestried walls of the Slytherin common room offered no reprieve; the low