Ominis had outright refused to ever cast an unforgivable curse again, no matter the necessity. To open Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium, someone had to endure the crutiatus curse and someone had to cast it.

Pacing back and forth, Ominis was trying to block out the conversation you were having with Sebastian: either him or you were going to suffer the crutiatus curse, and either way Ominis hated it.

Then he heard Sebastian utter that word, that one simple word that caused so much inconceivable torture. Ominis practically lunged towards you, taking you in his arms. Your sobs and screams hurt his soul- the feeling of you writhing in agony left his own body hurting for you.

Then it stopped.

Ominis felt around for your face, eventually locating your cheeks and holding them softly. His face a picture of concern, his thumbs caressing your skin slowly. “Are you alright?” He asked desperately, terrified that you’d be as traumatised by the affair as he had been.

The door to the scriptorium opened, and Sebastian excitedly hurried inside. He wanted to explore, and (hopefully) find a hint towards a cure for his sister.

“Do you still hurt?” Ominis asked a new question, his palms now gripping your shoulders. Milk white eyes filled with worried tears, which he felt bubble up under his eyelids. “Please be alright…I cannot stand that curse…”