Little Snake - A Black Legacy

Chapter Seven - Inappropriate Desire

TW: Sexual Abuse (almost)

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"That's the worst pick-up line ever, Ominis," Sebastian laughed the next morning as they talked in the common room before breakfast. "Shhh!" Ominis almost panicked as he blushed. "I- no! That-" he stuttered. "I told you about the clip and that girl. That's what I used to call her. She was totally addicted to snakes and she didn't ever took the clip off for a second, so I thought the name suited her. I was a child Sebastian, barely 5 years old," Ominis defended himself sheepishly.

"I just wanted to see how she would react. I just don't know how to interpret her reaction," he concluded. He felt Sebastian's hand on his shoulder. "How did she react?" he asked. A hint of a mischievous undertone in his voice. "She caught her breath for a short time, but I didn't get the impression she remembered properly or anything," Ominis explained. "We'll figure that out, my friend. Why is it so important to you to find out?" Sebastian asked him. Ominis shrugged his shoulders. "You know how my family treats me because I'm blind. I don't want to imagine what the Blacks did to the girl that time until they accepted that she didn't have any magic at that time. I know that the Blacks haven't produced a girl since, at least not one of the right age. Sebastian, the girl and I were engaged. Actually, as a little boy, I didn't want to be friends with the girl. To me, she was just what my parents wanted, not me. I hated being forced into things, but then when I met her... I don't know. It was like I was bathing in warmth, you know? She was so nice, even when I treated her pretty stupidly because my father had asked me to. The men of the family have to act superior to the women, not the other way around or even equal, you know. We spent a lot of time together, Sebastian. I know how this girl smelled, how her hair felt, how her voice changed when we were among our parents. I used to boss her around then, much like I did earlier in the hospital wing. She obeyed immediately. Does that sound familiar?" all that had been weighing on his mind that night. Then he laughed. "Later, when we were alone, I used to brush and braid her hair and put her clip in, as an excuse. She always said that she preferred to have her hair done by me rather than by her mother".

"She left a deep impression on little Ominis, didn't she?" Sebastian laughed softly. Ominis nodded. "There was a time, Sebastian, when it wasn't so bad for me to think of the future with her. And then she was gone. From one day to the other and I hear my parents whispering in the kitchen that they had probably killed the girl. Killed because she was just as imperfect as me, Sebastian. That scared the hell out of me. Don't get me wrong, I don't feel anything for the girl or Hazel. Well, nothing romantic. But we were friends, Seb. I want to know if this is my childhood friend that I thought was dead. That's all" he concluded. Sebastian squeezed Ominis shoulder shortly before nodding. "If it is her, maybe you just have to help her memory along little by little. It'll be fine" the Sallow boy said confidently.

"Is Hazel Black around here somewhere? Professor Weasley is waiting for her outside the common room!" Shouted the Head Girl across the large room, and Ominis and Sebastian flinched. Someone said that she was probably still asleep, or already outside. No one knew for sure, she wasn't sleeping in a shared room like everyone else. "Well, I'm not going to wake her up. Her bunny would probably scratch me to death or something" Sebastian laughed and Ominis snorted. "If you weren't such an jerk sometimes, he probably wouldn't" Ominis grumbled and headed towards her room, his wand stretched out in front of him.

Thanks to the wand, he was able to sense outlines. It gave him an impression, a fleeting image of his surroundings, a fleeting impression of colors and shapes. Therefore, he managed well on his own as long as he had his wand, was able to recognize rudimentary facial features, sometimes he even got an impression of facial expressions, but much he took from the sounds he heard that others did not notice.