Serpent Can't Fly (Ominis Gaunt x Reader)

Chapter 30: The Confession

I looked back at him, our eyes meeting briefly before he disappeared from sight. Feeling a bit wistful that our time together had come to an end. But I knew there were tasks to be done, and it was time to focus on the next one at hand.

"You seem closer to Mr. Gaunt now. Are you two — together?" Professor Weasley's smile hinted at her curiosity regarding the romantic relationships of the students at Hogwarts.

"No, Professor!" I exclaimed. "I don't believe that love is a good fit for me. I seemed to has the potential to endanger those around me," I said expressing my thoughts. Professor Weasley wore a knowing smile as she listened to my response.

"I see," she said thoughtfully. "It's wise to prioritize safety above all else. However, don't be too quick to close yourself off to love. You never know when it might find you," she added with a twinkle in her eye.

I nodded, taking her words to heart. Though love was the last thing on my mind at the moment, I couldn't deny that her words resonated with me.

"Our late Professor Fig would have agreed with my words. He too found his wife here at Hogwarts," added Professor Weasley.

I listened with interest as she spoke about Professor Fig's love story. "I didn't know that," I said, surprised. "It's nice to hear his stories and name again, professor."

"Yes, indeed," she replied with a smile. I smiled politely, not wanting to delve too much into the subject of love. "Thank you for the advice, Professor. I will keep that in mind," I replied.

Professor Weasley seemed to understand my hesitation and changed the topic, "Now, let's focus on more pressing matters, Miss Y/l/n," Professor Weasley said, her tone serious. "You are aware that you arrived at Hogwarts later than most students, yet you possess remarkable magical abilities."

I nodded, it does feels strange to be admitted to Hogwarts in the fifth year, she then continued, "The book of admittance indicates that your magical abilities only manifested when you turned fourteen, and it suggests that you are here to play a pivotal role in shaping the future of the wizarding world. It's a weighty responsibility," she explained.

"I apologize, Professor. I am doing everything in my power," I admitted, feeling discouraged as the chosen one chosen for such a crucial task.

"It's alright, Miss Y/l/n. You have done exceptionally well. The issue doesn't solely rest on you. Remember, you can't do this alone. Just like the previous keepers, you need assistance," Professor Weasley suggested, giving me a clue.

"But Professor, I had to undergo trials to gain access to the final repository. I couldn't just hand over the secrets without caution," I protested, aware that the magic within could be dangerous if obtained by someone with malicious intent.

"That is why you are chosen, your wits for knowledge will always find your kind. Find the one that you can trust in keeping the final repository safe. One of your generation and one of the next generation. Could you do it?" Professor Weasley inquired.

"I'll do my best, Professor," I replied, feeling a sense of apprehension about the risks involved.

"Before you go, the presence of the Dementors is an ill omen," Professor Weasley stated, clasping her hands together. "Do you still have the Keeper's Wand with you?"

"Yes, Professor. It's safe with me," I assured her, patting the pocket of my bag.

Professor Weasley nodded and continued, "Would it be possible to use the Keeper's Wand to find a spot with a view of the entire school and cast a protection charm there? With its power, it should last a lifetime."