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Safe & Sound

Word Count: 1.8k

Ambrose Varyn (MC) x Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt

Summary: Since the day he arrived at Hogwarts, Ambrose had to push away his feelings in favor of whatever tasks were at hand. Until finally he just couldn't hold it back anymore.

The moment he was out of Fig's sight Ambrose's legs gave out from under him and he grabbed the wall for balance. He regretted wearing simple robes to Hogsmeade rather than his armor or even a heavy vest, just something thicker. Something thick enough he wouldn’t have been able to feel the hand on his shoulder as he was forcefully disapparated away. He could still feel that hand, the harsh grip on his shoulder. He could feel it all throughout his talk with Professor Fig and the Keepers no matter how he tried to hide it.

He knew he had a mission to complete so he tried to force everything down; the pain from the fight, the way his hand shook around his wand, the flashes of sickly green in his mind’s eye, how spells and that hauntingly familiar phrase echoed in his head. He shoved it all away behind a wall to force himself to focus, yet Fig must have seen something as before the Keepers could reveal the final repository he urged Ambrose to rest after what he’d been through. He pointed out how Ambrose would never survive a fight with Ranrok and his loyalists while half dead on his feet and no matter how Ambrose tried he couldn’t argue. So he’d left.

With every step he took it became harder and harder to keep the wall up. But he was managing. He didn’t have time for any of that. He could deal with it later, with all the other things he’d shoved behind the wall to also deal with later. For instance, everything that happened with Sebastian and Anne and the guilt of not being able to cure her, Natty getting cursed, Horntail Hall, Lodgok’s death, finding the dead body of Tobbs in that cave, the lies in his letters home, the fact that he had yet to receive a single letter from his parents…

But it was still up. The wall may be splintering, letting echoes and feelings and shaking hands through, but it was up. That was what mattered. He needed to get some sleep, bother Garreth for a particularly good healing potion, then return to the map chamber and reconvene with the Keepers. 

His footsteps echoed hollowly on the stairs to the Slytherin common room. He wasn’t surprised at the silence, it was abysmally late. Yet as he reached the bottom he realized there was a sound, the familiar sound of particularly thick pages. The turning stopped.

“Ambrose?” That oh-so-welcome voice called out. Ominis. Ominis. Of course, he’d wait up. There was a small grunt as well. “Sebastian, get up, he’s back!”

“Stop kicking me,” Sebastian complained. Ambrose almost laughed. They both stayed up waiting for him. “I know you’re blind Ominis but he isn’t here.”

“He’s on the stairs, I heard footsteps and I can hear him breathing. Though it sounds oddly staggered.”

“Staggered? That can’t be good. You don’t think he’s injured again do you?”

“I don’t know, he’s just standing on the stairs.”

Shit.

“Why is he- Ambrose?” Sebastian called for him again and Ambrose took a deep breath as the shaking began again. He was fine. He just had to reassure his friends and he could go on with everything. 

Ambrose made it down the last few stairs where he saw Sebastian already on his feet and Ominis standing up from a couch. He offered Sebastian a smile but Ominis’s eyebrows were scrunched up a little in concern. Sebastian made a small gasp before Ambrose could even get a word in. 

“My God, what happened to you?” Sebastian exclaimed and Ambrose winced. 

“What is it, what’s happened?” Ominis demanded. 

“He looks beaten to hell, Ambrose, you should be in the hospital wing!” Sebastian practically flew across the common room and put his hands on Ambrose’s shoulders to look him over. “Are you alright?”

Ambrose tried to say ‘yes’. ‘Yes, I’m fine’, ‘Just tired’, something. But instead, as he watched Sebastian’s worried eyes flit about checking for injuries and saw Ominis appear next to Sebastian and reach for Ambrose’s hands, all he could think about was how terrified he’d been. He remembered diving behind a crate and curling in on himself, arms shielding his head, as curses and spells flew at him, narrowly missing him and slowly destroying his cover. He remembered tears gathering in his eyes as he tried to recall the faces of everyone he loved, wanting them to be the last things on his mind. He remembered thinking he’d never see them again.

But they were here. He saw them again. He had been so sure he was going to die, or worse. 

But he was alive. 

The boys he loved were here.

And the wall just fell.

Instead of a flippant dismissal or some sort of sarcastic comment a small whimper came out instead. His eyes burned as tears gather once more but this time he was safe enough that they could fall. By that point, they were going to fall even if he tried to stop them. 

“Oh Ambrose,” Sebastian sighed and pulled Ambrose into him. 

Ambrose just went, letting himself be pulled in and secured by arms around his waist and a hand stroking up and down his spine. He fisted his hand in the back of Sebastian’s shirt and buried his nose in Sebastian’s neck like he could hide from the world in there. His shoulders shook with sobs that still couldn’t quite make it out. 

He was drowning. That was the only way to describe it. The wall was a dam and when it broke everything he’d fought so hard to ignore just came flooding in and now he was drowning, suffocating, in everything. Memories and thoughts and feelings forced their way into his heart, his mind, his lungs, until he could hardly breathe. He clung to Sebastian, his driftwood in the storm. His breath came in stutters and hiccups and he could barely feel Sebastian around him.

Crucio.

Children should be seen, not heard.

AVADA KEDAVRA!

I was bringing it to you…

It’s dragon fights.

You can’t hide!

Ammy when are you coming home?

Ambrose jolted at the feeling of another set of arms around him. Hands trailed down his arms until they found his and intertwined their fingers, not moving his hands from Sebastian’s back, simply holding them. A chest pressed against his back and a head rested between his shoulder blades. Ominis stood behind him, Sebastian in front, both holding him securely and just letting him shiver between them. Even with what was on the horizon, it was the first time since meeting Professor Fig at the carriage that he felt well and truly safe. That feeling that he could finally afford to breathe was all it took.

A sob finally ripped itself from his chest, so violently it hurt his ribs and got caught in his throat. After that came another and another, tearing themselves free and taking his strength with them. The pain of his injuries crept back in but still, he just sobbed and sobbed until he didn’t have the breath nor the energy to cry anymore. He hadn’t even noticed his legs crumpling or the cold tile floor beneath his knees because Sebastian and Ominis had simply held onto him and come down with him. They let him fall apart but they acted as anchors, keeping him from being completely washed away.

When his sobs turned to hiccups he managed to sit up. Both boys let him but neither moved from where they sat as Ambrose wiped at his face.

“What happened?” Ominis asked, much softer than his fearful demand from earlier.

“Your owl just said not to expect you for classes or dinner and that you were going into Hogsmeade then an errand for the Keepers,” Sebastian added. “Who did this to you?”

“Rookwood,” Ambrose answered, though he could barely make out the name himself his voice was so rough. 

“Rookwood,” Sebastian spit out the name. His hands clenched into fists so tight they began to shake from the tension. “Where was he? I’ll go back there and make him pay for this.”

“He’s gone, Sebastian,” Ambrose shook his head. “I-I killed him.”

“What?” Ominis breathed. Ambrose turned to him with a pleading expression he knew Ominis couldn’t even see. 

“I had to,” Ambrose swore. “I didn’t want to but him and his Ashwinders grabbed me from Hogsmeade and trapped me in these ruins as every Ashwinder in the highlands showed up all at once. They only stopped when I killed Rookwood, I-I had to, Ominis, I was going to die, they were going to kill me.”

“Breathe, Ambrose, it’s alright, I believe you,” Ominis reassured him and Ambrose felt the tension creeping back into his shoulders release again. He’d been scared enough of losing Ominis to his own death, but the thought of Ominis choosing to never speak to him because he’d lived, well, that was somehow worse. “Are you alright?”

“I think I just answered that question,” Ambrose chuckled humorlessly.

“No matter how you’re doing emotionally you need to go to the hospital wing,” Sebastian said. “You’re covered in bruises and I think you’re bleeding, you look awful, and that’s with your robes on.”

“You say the nicest things, Seb,” Ambrose hummed. “I’ll be fine I just ran out of Wiggenweld potions, I’ll get some more in the morning.”

“Or you go to the hospital wing now,” Sebastian insisted. He tried to pull Ambrose to his feet but Ambrose refused to budge. Maybe he did need attention for his injuries. But with how late it was he’d just be forced to spend the night in the hospital wing and that wasn’t what he need right now. He needed safety and warmth and familiarity. “Ambrose-”

“Please, Sebastian,” Ambrose muttered. Sebastian paused. “Not tonight. Please.”

Sebastian hesitated, even Ominis looked like he was going to agree with him, but finally, Sebastian sighed and knelt back down.

“Fine,” Sebastian relented. “Right Ominis?”

“Really?” Ominis sighed. “Alright. But if Wiggenweld doesn’t fix you right up in the morning then you’re going straight to the hospital wing without discussion.”

“Deal, you worrywart,” Ambrose teased.

“We are at least getting you to bed,” Sebastian declared. “Come on, you. Up you get.”

Ambrose considered arguing further, finding for once that the Slytherin common room’s floor was the comfiest floor he’d ever sat on, but he relented and let the two boys lead him up to their dormitory. To his surprise, however, rather than being sat down on his own bed, he was led to Sebastian’s. He almost said something but instead bit his lip to hide a smile. The three of them changed and crawled into Sebastian’s bed together, positions mirroring that of earlier, and Ambrose let himself ignore what may come in the morning. Just this once, he ignored his mind and listened to the feeling of warmth in his heart. He was safe here. 

For now.

Safe & Sound

Word Count: 1.8k

Ambrose Varyn (MC) x Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt

Summary: Since the day he arrived at Hogwarts, Ambrose had to push away his feelings in favor of whatever tasks were at hand. Until finally he just couldn't hold it back anymore.

The moment he was out of Fig's sight Ambrose's legs gave out from under him and he grabbed the wall for balance. He regretted wearing simple robes to Hogsmeade rather than his armor or even a heavy vest, just something thicker. Something thick enough he wouldn’t have been able to feel the hand on his shoulder as he was forcefully disapparated away. He could still feel that hand, the harsh grip on his shoulder. He could feel it all throughout his talk with Professor Fig and the Keepers no matter how he tried to hide it.

He knew he had a mission to complete so he tried to force everything down; the pain from the fight, the way his hand shook around his wand, the flashes of sickly green in his mind’s eye, how spells and that hauntingly familiar phrase echoed in his head. He shoved it all away behind a wall to force himself to focus, yet Fig must have seen something as before the Keepers could reveal the final repository he urged Ambrose to rest after what he’d been through. He pointed out how Ambrose would never survive a fight with Ranrok and his loyalists while half dead on his feet and no matter how Ambrose tried he couldn’t argue. So he’d left.

With every step he took it became harder and harder to keep the wall up. But he was managing. He didn’t have time for any of that. He could deal with it later, with all the other things he’d shoved behind the wall to also deal with later. For instance, everything that happened with Sebastian and Anne and the guilt of not being able to cure her, Natty getting cursed, Horntail Hall, Lodgok’s death, finding the dead body of Tobbs in that cave, the lies in his letters home, the fact that he had yet to receive a single letter from his parents…

But it was still up. The wall may be splintering, letting echoes and feelings and shaking hands through, but it was up. That was what mattered. He needed to get some sleep, bother Garreth for a particularly good healing potion, then return to the map chamber and reconvene with the Keepers. 

His footsteps echoed hollowly on the stairs to the Slytherin common room. He wasn’t surprised at the silence, it was abysmally late. Yet as he reached the bottom he realized there was a sound, the familiar sound of particularly thick pages. The turning stopped.

“Ambrose?” That oh-so-welcome voice called out. Ominis. Ominis. Of course, he’d wait up. There was a small grunt as well. “Sebastian, get up, he’s back!”

“Stop kicking me,” Sebastian complained. Ambrose almost laughed. They both stayed up waiting for him. “I know you’re blind Ominis but he isn’t here.”

“He’s on the stairs, I heard footsteps and I can hear him breathing. Though it sounds oddly staggered.”

“Staggered? That can’t be good. You don’t think he’s injured again do you?”

“I don’t know, he’s just standing on the stairs.”

Shit.

“Why is he- Ambrose?” Sebastian called for him again and Ambrose took a deep breath as the shaking began again. He was fine. He just had to reassure his friends and he could go on with everything. 

Ambrose made it down the last few stairs where he saw Sebastian already on his feet and Ominis standing up from a couch. He offered Sebastian a smile but Ominis’s eyebrows were scrunched up a little in concern. Sebastian made a small gasp before Ambrose could even get a word in. 

“My God, what happened to you?” Sebastian exclaimed and Ambrose winced. 

“What is it, what’s happened?” Ominis demanded. 

“He looks beaten to hell, Ambrose, you should be in the hospital wing!” Sebastian practically flew across the common room and put his hands on Ambrose’s shoulders to look him over. “Are you alright?”

Ambrose tried to say ‘yes’. ‘Yes, I’m fine’, ‘Just tired’, something. But instead, as he watched Sebastian’s worried eyes flit about checking for injuries and saw Ominis appear next to Sebastian and reach for Ambrose’s hands, all he could think about was how terrified he’d been. He remembered diving behind a crate and curling in on himself, arms shielding his head, as curses and spells flew at him, narrowly missing him and slowly destroying his cover. He remembered tears gathering in his eyes as he tried to recall the faces of everyone he loved, wanting them to be the last things on his mind. He remembered thinking he’d never see them again.

But they were here. He saw them again. He had been so sure he was going to die, or worse. 

But he was alive. 

The boys he loved were here.

And the wall just fell.

Instead of a flippant dismissal or some sort of sarcastic comment a small whimper came out instead. His eyes burned as tears gather once more but this time he was safe enough that they could fall. By that point, they were going to fall even if he tried to stop them. 

“Oh Ambrose,” Sebastian sighed and pulled Ambrose into him. 

Ambrose just went, letting himself be pulled in and secured by arms around his waist and a hand stroking up and down his spine. He fisted his hand in the back of Sebastian’s shirt and buried his nose in Sebastian’s neck like he could hide from the world in there. His shoulders shook with sobs that still couldn’t quite make it out. 

He was drowning. That was the only way to describe it. The wall was a dam and when it broke everything he’d fought so hard to ignore just came flooding in and now he was drowning, suffocating, in everything. Memories and thoughts and feelings forced their way into his heart, his mind, his lungs, until he could hardly breathe. He clung to Sebastian, his driftwood in the storm. His breath came in stutters and hiccups and he could barely feel Sebastian around him.

Crucio.

Children should be seen, not heard.

AVADA KEDAVRA!

I was bringing it to you…

It’s dragon fights.

You can’t hide!

Ammy when are you coming home?

Ambrose jolted at the feeling of another set of arms around him. Hands trailed down his arms until they found his and intertwined their fingers, not moving his hands from Sebastian’s back, simply holding them. A chest pressed against his back and a head rested between his shoulder blades. Ominis stood behind him, Sebastian in front, both holding him securely and just letting him shiver between them. Even with what was on the horizon, it was the first time since meeting Professor Fig at the carriage that he felt well and truly safe. That feeling that he could finally afford to breathe was all it took.

A sob finally ripped itself from his chest, so violently it hurt his ribs and got caught in his throat. After that came another and another, tearing themselves free and taking his strength with them. The pain of his injuries crept back in but still, he just sobbed and sobbed until he didn’t have the breath nor the energy to cry anymore. He hadn’t even noticed his legs crumpling or the cold tile floor beneath his knees because Sebastian and Ominis had simply held onto him and come down with him. They let him fall apart but they acted as anchors, keeping him from being completely washed away.

When his sobs turned to hiccups he managed to sit up. Both boys let him but neither moved from where they sat as Ambrose wiped at his face.

“What happened?” Ominis asked, much softer than his fearful demand from earlier.

“Your owl just said not to expect you for classes or dinner and that you were going into Hogsmeade then an errand for the Keepers,” Sebastian added. “Who did this to you?”

“Rookwood,” Ambrose answered, though he could barely make out the name himself his voice was so rough. 

“Rookwood,” Sebastian spit out the name. His hands clenched into fists so tight they began to shake from the tension. “Where was he? I’ll go back there and make him pay for this.”

“He’s gone, Sebastian,” Ambrose shook his head. “I-I killed him.”

“What?” Ominis breathed. Ambrose turned to him with a pleading expression he knew Ominis couldn’t even see. 

“I had to,” Ambrose swore. “I didn’t want to but him and his Ashwinders grabbed me from Hogsmeade and trapped me in these ruins as every Ashwinder in the highlands showed up all at once. They only stopped when I killed Rookwood, I-I had to, Ominis, I was going to die, they were going to kill me.”

“Breathe, Ambrose, it’s alright, I believe you,” Ominis reassured him and Ambrose felt the tension creeping back into his shoulders release again. He’d been scared enough of losing Ominis to his own death, but the thought of Ominis choosing to never speak to him because he’d lived, well, that was somehow worse. “Are you alright?”

“I think I just answered that question,” Ambrose chuckled humorlessly.

“No matter how you’re doing emotionally you need to go to the hospital wing,” Sebastian said. “You’re covered in bruises and I think you’re bleeding, you look awful, and that’s with your robes on.”

“You say the nicest things, Seb,” Ambrose hummed. “I’ll be fine I just ran out of Wiggenweld potions, I’ll get some more in the morning.”

“Or you go to the hospital wing now,” Sebastian insisted. He tried to pull Ambrose to his feet but Ambrose refused to budge. Maybe he did need attention for his injuries. But with how late it was he’d just be forced to spend the night in the hospital wing and that wasn’t what he need right now. He needed safety and warmth and familiarity. “Ambrose-”

“Please, Sebastian,” Ambrose muttered. Sebastian paused. “Not tonight. Please.”

Sebastian hesitated, even Ominis looked like he was going to agree with him, but finally, Sebastian sighed and knelt back down.

“Fine,” Sebastian relented. “Right Ominis?”

“Really?” Ominis sighed. “Alright. But if Wiggenweld doesn’t fix you right up in the morning then you’re going straight to the hospital wing without discussion.”

“Deal, you worrywart,” Ambrose teased.

“We are at least getting you to bed,” Sebastian declared. “Come on, you. Up you get.”

Ambrose considered arguing further, finding for once that the Slytherin common room’s floor was the comfiest floor he’d ever sat on, but he relented and let the two boys lead him up to their dormitory. To his surprise, however, rather than being sat down on his own bed, he was led to Sebastian’s. He almost said something but instead bit his lip to hide a smile. The three of them changed and crawled into Sebastian’s bed together, positions mirroring that of earlier, and Ambrose let himself ignore what may come in the morning. Just this once, he ignored his mind and listened to the feeling of warmth in his heart. He was safe here. 

For now.

Have a lil sneak peek of the upcoming Crucio Scene fic