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Assistant: Title: The Untold Tale of a Noble
        Author: aconsideredliterary aconsideredliterary 
        Chapter: 3/26 
        Summary: The story of Ariadne Avery is set in the late 1800s. It picks up from where Hogwarts Legacy (the game) ends—so the start of 6th year. However, the MC of the game will not have a role in the fic since it revolves around The House of Avery. The House of Avery is classified as one of the most powerful wizarding houses of the wizarding world, yet there seems to be very little information about it, and furthermore, a gap from mid-1891 to 1899 (Grindelwald meets Dumbledore). Thus, I intend to fill out that gap while making sense of The "Forgotten" House of Avery—there may come an overlap, so it fits in with the timeline.I know it is a bit crazy of a construct, but who wouldn't read about our loveable Slytherins from the 1800s and see them go through (even more) trauma? I surely would. All jokes aside, I do believe this will give a look into how the wizarding society of the 19th century was (how women, half-bloods, and so on, were treated and seen, the prejudice against goblins, and more), and I hope you will give me the time of day to read it—I promise it's worth it:)-aconsideredliterary, the author
            
            PLEASE REFRAIN FROM COPYING. IF YOU SHARE, GIVE CREDIT! (Socials located in end notes)-Introduction to characters + family dynamics.-WARNING: harsh languageAriadne, along with her little sister, makes her departure to Hogwarts, finally getting an escape from The Avery Estate, where she'd spent her wretched summer being eyed as her father had been a hawk.
        Contents: Chapter 3: Onwards and Upwards - 6th year, 1891
    

    

        
          
          
            PLEASE REFRAIN FROM COPYING. IF YOU SHARE, GIVE CREDIT! (Socials located in end notes)- Introduction to two core characters- TW: Mention of abuseAriadne endures a dull lecture by the tedious Ghost, Professor Binns. During class, she overhears two Slytherin boys—a mischievous personality and a face from the past—gossiping about her, which leads her to introduce herself assertively.
          
        

      
        
          
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  There's something broken about this

  But I might be hoping about this

  Oh, what a sin

  To the strand a picnic plan for you and me

  A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree

  Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

  Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword

  Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

  I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door
September 6th, 1891.Soundless whispers, energised feet tapping against floor and stool legs, quills scribbling against pieces of parchment. Ariadne sat by a vacant desk in the far back of History of Magic Class.Professor Binns, the dull ghost who’d been lecturing for a horrendously indeterminate amount of time, persisted in droning on about a book called Confronting the Faceless, which all 6th-year students had been required to read over the summer break—Ariadne had, of course, read it and, admittedly, the chapters on inferi and repelling dementors had been quite intriguing. Back in France, at Beauxbatons, they never delved into such gory topics; it was a refreshing change of pace.Nevertheless, to her relatively indifferent surprise, the weary ghost had managed to render the formerly fascinating subject to become utterly tedious.Two days earlier, she’d been stopped by him, and he simply started blabbering on, practically forcing her to stand and listen out of mere politeness. She was sure she would have gone brain-dead with boredom if it hadn’t been for the two 3rd-year Gryffindors running down the hallways, casting fireworks, causing a commotion, which prompted Binns to reprimand them.Ariadne leaned back in her chair, waiting for class to come to an end, hoping the day would go on with normalcy—or as normal as the day of a new transfer student like her could be.As Professor Binns, ever the slow and monotonous, continued his lecture, two Slytherin boys sitting in the row in front of Ariande caught her eye.The one to her left had pale skin, short, slicked-back platinum hair, and a somewhat skinny frame—almost delicate. She noticed how he held himself, not to mention his proper speech (from the few words he'd said), which indicated that he came from a noble family similar to hers. Whereas the boy to her right had brown, fairly messy hair and a faint summer tan gracing his skin. He was slightly taller and more athletic-looking than the other.“Hey, Omi,” The dark-haired Slytherin whispered, leaning close to the other, “You heard about that new student yet? She’s supposed to be a Slytherin, but weirdly enough, I haven’t seen her around.”The platinum-haired boy looked up from his notes that he seemingly had used his wand to read and tilted his head curiously. “...No, I haven't.”Ariadne found herself eavesdropping as they gossiped about a new girl, though it was clear the first boy was referring to her... so it wasn't really eavesdropping if the subject regarded her, now, was it? At least, she reckoned it wasn't.Frankly, In the mere four days she had been at Hogwarts, she noticed she had been a frequent topic of conversation, and it made her wonder if truly she was the most exciting thing currently happening at the school—if it was, it was a level of boredom Ariadne hadn't foreseen.Nonetheless, despite being the subject of most discussions, she was still addressed as “'Ello, new 6th year,” “You there, aren’t you an Avery?” or her personal favourite, “Oi, Slytherin, you're walking the wrong way!” ...T ruly endearing nicknames.Regardless, Ariadne knew it was partly her own fault for not making an effort to talk to anyone, though she simply justified it as a personal choice.Yet, at that moment, on a whim, she decided to do something relatively uncharacteristic and leaned a bit over the desk, inching closer to the backs of the two Slytherins.“Oi, Coffee-sisters[1], at least have the common decency to use my name if you're going sit n’ goss about me,” Ariadne remarked.At her interruption, both boys immediately turned around and glared at her, momentarily silent as they processed her interruption.The brown-haired one tilted his head a bit, his dark-umber eyes analysing her as if she were an enigma. He had a defined jawline and a soft, rosy tint bedecking his freckled cheeks. The other boy, however, merely stared at her. His fair complexion and icy-blue, pupil-less eyes made him seem quite familiar, and, grasping his wand, he seemed to recognise her as well.After a moment, the two lads' stunned stupor wore off, and the freckled-faced finally replied. “You're.. uhm.. the new...” He trailed off awkwardly.“I am,” Ariadne interjected with a small smirk, her amber eyes darting between the two Slytherin boys, “Ariadne L. Avery.”She glanced toward the humdrum Professor, who, to her luck, had picked a poor Hufflepuff, who looked like he was going to die of doldrum, as his unfortunate victim and was now deeply occupied with explaining something in great detail. Thus, she figured it’d give her the freedom to speak more openly.“Sebastian Sallow, a pleasure,” The brown-haired Slytherin smirked, gesturing to an empty chair beside him.Taking the cue, Ariadne slid over the desk she’d occupied and placed herself on the vacant seat beside him.“This is Ominis," he then said, nodding at his friend.As she got a better look at the other boy, introduced as Ominis, something clicked within her; she immediately figured out how she knew him.“Wait... Ominis...Ominis Gaunt? Mon dieu! I think- I think I remember you.”Ever since Ariadne was small, her Father had forced her to attend, along with the rest of her family, parties and whatnot, strictly held for the rest of the sacred twenty-eight that hadn’t been labelled as blood traitors, which, of course, included The Noble House of Gaunt. Or, well, that was until she turned eleven and was required to attend Beauxbatons.Ariadne recalled how she and Ominis always had tried to hide from the crowds since they, even back then, didn't want any part of their old-fashioned propaganda. Yet, they would always have ended up getting caught, and it had always been followed by a stern lecture from their parents. And, unpreventably for Airande, when nobody had been looking, she had earned a strike from her Father.Ominis raised his wand, a dimly red light flashing at the end of it.“So... I wasn’t going mental, not recalling that Mr Avery had two daughters named Ariadne, huh? Yes, I remember you, Ariadne.”“Wait, wait, wait," Sebastian interfered, raising a brow in curiosity, "You two know each other?”Ominis nodded but stayed silent. Seeing his subtle displeasure, Ariande saw it equal to her own reaction when family matters were brought up. Frankly, it was somewhat comforting to know he hadn’t changed his stance on blood-purist ideologies, just like she hadn’t either.Nonetheless, Ariadne, wanting to avoid an awkward pause, decided to clarify.“Yeah, we knew each other when we were small... though we aven’t seen each other in nearly six years,” she replied, keeping her tone as polite as possible and not wanting to share too much.With that, Sebastian looked back at Ariadne, a light-hearted grin plastered onto his freckled features, “I see... and you’re a Slytherin, then?”“Couldn't tell by my uniform?” She countered while raising an eyebrow, wondering what the buzzing b@ll@nd[2] had been looking at if not her uniform.Sebastian exhaled a huff of air in amusement, letting his gaze linger on hers as he smirked, “Well, I was looking at your eyes. They're like a fox's eyes, quite alluring, if I must say so myself.”Ariadne quickly took note of Ominis, whose face turned to one of unexpectedness as Sebastian had said that. She, herself, was caught off guard by the compliment that, in her opinion, had come out of the blue. A million disastrous thoughts swarmed in her head.He couldn't have known, could he? She thought, No, of course not. That would be absolutely absurd, right? Right. Stopping her train of thought, she promptly regained her composure and grinned nonchalantly.“Well, aren't you the heartthrob?” she teasingly retorted, noticing Sebastian’s cheeks redden, though he didn't look away.“I could ask the same thing of you, sweetheart,” Sebastian smirked, causing Ominis to sigh and cover his face, practically poked up[3] on his friend’s behalf.As Ariadne was about to come up with a counter, the bell rang, signalling the end of the ordeal. Ariadne gathered her belongings and stood up, holding her composure.“Well, gentlemen, it's been a pleasure disrupting your gossip session. Maybe we can do it again sometime,” She bid farewell, to which Ominis nodded his head in response, seemingly still embarrassed on his friend’s behalf.Her gaze then fixed on Sebastian – she decided to end it right point blank – there wasn’t a world where she’d have the want nor time to be with him, with anyone, for that matter.“And as for the heartthrob thing,” She smirked, her eyes directed at the brown-haired boy, “I don't take on relationships, sweetheart.”With that Ariadne turned around and left the classroom; her head held high and posture straight.However, she briefly noticed the annoyed frown on Sebastian’s lips along with Ominis practically giving him a you-should’ve-seen-that-coming look; she silently giggled to herself as she walked out. * * * After Ariadne's last class of the day, divination (she had chosen the subject as a subtle attempt at rebellion, though her Father hadn't commented on it, so, frankly, it'd been in vain), she found herself strolling down the Castle corridors, each as labyrinthine and crowded with students as the next, and that was when she Suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder.Startled, she turned around.Ominis stood before her, wand in hand, still glowing dimly red at the tip.“Ariadne,” He simply said. Was he expecting her to be a legilimens or something? Ariadne thought, muddled.“Ominis? Uh... everything okay?”A quiet fell upon him as he seemingly contemplated what he wanted to say, which, honestly, was somewhat annoying since he’d clearly stopped her for a reason—what exact reason was still unknown.But it was a reason her curiosity desperately wanted to know.“Can we speak,” Ominis finally spoke, lowering his voice, “…Privately?”Ariadne briefly gazed around the crowded corridor and then back at Ominis. His expression was unreadable, and it only strengthened her curiousness, though it simultaneously also increased the never-ending uncertainty that always lingered within.Regardless, her curiosity won—as always.“Sure,” Ariadne replied, keeping her demeanour friendly.Ominis gave a simple nod of his head, gesturing for her to follow along, evidently making it to a secluded corridor of the castle; he turned to face her, his expression earnest.“Why did you want us to speak in private? I know we haven't seen each other in six years, but if it's merely to catch up, I reckon it can be done in other spaces than the secluded ones.” Ariadne jested, masking her unease.“I didn't ask to be alone with you so we could catch up… I wanted to warn you,” Ominis said, his voice cold and sharp, yet his eyes, they told a different story.“Warn me?” She repeated, furrowing her brows with puzzlement, "About wha’? I've only been here for five days.. what could I possibly need warning for?"“You've met our headmaster, right?“ he asked, continuing as if he already knew her answer, “Then you know that his eldest son also goes here, a 7th year.”“I have.. Mr Black, well, he was the reason I could transfer to Hogwarts.. owed my father a favour," She half-heartedly nodded, sighing.However, as Ominis mentioned Headmaster Black's eldest son, whom she remembered to be named Cassius Black, her gaze darted back toward the blind Gaunt boy, her expression puzzled.“Cassius Black, right? Yeah, I know. Remember how much of an arrogant pr@ck he could be?” She amusedly reminisced, but seeing how Ominis, in fact, looked far from delighted about her comment, her expression faltered, now matching his. “...Why are you saying this?”She remembered Cassius from childhood, seeing him at gatherings Ominis and herself had to attend. Even as a child, he’d been a narcissistic, demeaning pr@ck. Cassius was undeniably the worst of all Black siblings—his place as the eldest child and son had always shone through in his behaviour. “Remember how he used to be when he was younger?” Ominis flatly stated, his expression grim, “Well, he hasn’t changed.”He narrowed his eyes slightly, “Avery, you need to stay away from his attention.”“Who says I intended to near him, Gaunt?” She retorted, her amber eyes narrowing a bit as she crossed my arms, miffed by the fact that a boy, whom she hadn't spoken with in years, clearly thought she had such puny self-respect even as much as wanted to near Cassius.“I don’t think you intend to at all, but he highly likely sees you as something he’d want to obtain,” Ominis explained himself, his expression apologetic, “He’d notice you and then think, Oh? A girl who wants nothing to do with me, BUT she’s an Avery!? I simply must marry her!”Ariadne couldn't help but giggle as Ominis parodied Cassius; it was nice to know that the boy still had a little humour in him, “Over my dead body, is all I'll bl@@dy say.”Ominis let out a little chuckle, his voice warming up. For a moment, he seemed so much lighter and brighter than his weary demeanour from earlier, stemming from when he was young; the still-mannered child that four-year-old Ariadne had found herself making friends with.“Still not speaking how a proper young lady should, huh?” Ominis smirked, his chuckling dialling down.Ariadne shook her head, still giggling slightly, “I ‘ave to earn those loving father-daughter talk in so some shape or form, don’t I?”“Right..”Ominis fell silent once again, his bright-eyed gaze staring at her as if she were fully visible to him. He shook his head slowly, a rather vague smile still sticking to his face. He sighed solemnly, his expression earnest once more.“My point is, just be wary of him, Ariadne,” he said, lowering his voice before continuing, “And if he asks to speak with you, simply decline, no matter how badly he wants you there.. got it?”“How gullible do you think I am, Gaunt?” She asked as she raised a brow, a small smirk creeping up on her lips.Ariadne let out a quiet sigh, still not quite understanding why Ominis felt the need to, in his words, warn her. They hadn’t been the very best of friends back then. No, they simply had known each other as children where they formed a common ground on the dislike of their relatives—their whole d@mned world, for that matter.Nonetheless, he had been the only person she remembered actually having looked forward to seeing at those events and whatnot.Well... actually... now that she thought about it, he had practically been the only person she’d seen as a friend back then.“May I ask, why are you telling me this? I know you have never exactly gotten along with that.. tw@t.. just as I haven't.. but I don't see a reason why you should give a singular damn about what my future withholds - as nice as it is for you to tell, or rather, warn me."“We used to be friends, didn’t we?” Ominis said, shrugging his shoulder briefly before sighing.“Probably more precisely, we enjoyed hiding from everyone at those dimwitted functions they made us go to.. well, at least, I know I did.” He continued, an unseen melancholy starting to show in his expression, “We’re more alike than different, Avery. I don’t want to see Cassius meddle in your business, which, in my opinion, also while somewhat knowing you, he far from should try doing.. well, that is, if he knows what’s best for his pretentious self.”Ariadne went mute after the blind Slytherin had said those, for her, highly meaningful words. To many, his pale exterior might've made him look cold and off-Standish; his pupilless gaze wasn’t exactly a help for anyone to indicate his emotions either. But, in Ariadne’s eyes, Ominis had never been that. No, far from it. She could, In fact, hear the sincerity in his voice so vividly that she might as well have been blind, too – she needed no sight to know he meant what he said.“I think we still are, y’know, friends.” Ariadne smiled softly and, surprisingly, gained the same from him in return.“Yeah, I think you’re right, Avery,” Ominis paused momentarily, “I missed you having you around, you know.”“I missed being around sensible people, too.”A silence fell upon the two Slytherins. Heavy snores, originating from a painting of a man in a deep slumber, faintly echoed throughout the corridor. Evidently, Ariadne decided to break the silence.“So, who is that Sebastian? I mean, I know he's your mate.. but..” she started, taking a second to formulate herself properly before continuing, “but is he like our families or someone that’s bearable to be around?" She asked, partly joking – nevertheless, it was a genuine question.“No, he’s nothing like those pureblood maniacs,” Ominis scoffed amusedly, a light smile appearing as he continued, “Once you get past his.. quite cocky and stubborn façade.. he's a good egg, honestly,”“He’s, in a way, my family, or rather, he pretty much is the only person I trust and have trusted for, well, ever since we were 1st years,” he added, his pale complexion carrying a solemn expression, “Though, last year, he went through some rather.. unfortunate events..”Ominis sighed quietly and gave her an apologetic smile, “Forgive me, but I can't tell you much about it.. Nonetheless, he's still a little on edge, if that makes sense...”“I see,” Ariadne muttered, her mind stuck in a ponder; she regained her sunny composure, “I won't try to interfere. I promise. Everyone has monsters hidden in the closet, and sometimes, they’re better off being locked away.”Ominis nodded slowly, a smile of approval creeping up onto his pale, delicately defined visage.“So,” he started, “Where was it you transferred from? You mentioned it being in France... or?”“Beauxbatons,” Ariadne corrected monotonously, “But that went downhill. That’s why I'm here,” She stopped herself, not wanting to let her thoughts stir back to the incident – she quickly shrugged it off her mind.“No need to talk about that! So, tell me, my old friend,” She chirpily began, linking her arm with Ominis’ and started to walk, dragging him along, earning one of those rare chuckles of his, “How is it to be a student at this marvellous institution, the infamous Hogwarts? Pray tell, you've had six years more experience than I!”“Every day there’s something wrong, a prank gone wrong, students being hexed for no apparent reason, and not to mention that Headmaster Black cares zip n’ zilch when the matter concerns students of the lower class or as such,” he stated, sighing tiredly, “All in all, It’s definitely something... and tiering.”“Hm,” Ariadne muttered, walking down the halls and corridors of Hogwarts, arms linked as her gaze drifted between him and the students they passed.“You know, call me mad, but that sounds sort of fun," She stated, smirking.However, Ariadne quickly realised she must’ve sounded even madder than intended, “I don’t mean– not the injuries and hexes, of course, nor everything with Mr Black. But more in the sense that there’s always something happening. Frankly, it sounds thrilling.”“You are mad, Avery,” He grinned, giving her a playful nudge with his linked arm, “However, in truth, you do make a somewhat valid point, that is, if you aren’t the one who’s in the middle of it all.”A flicker of pure sympathy displayed itself on Ominis’ expression, his voice faintly laced with understanding, “And I’m not going to ask what happened at Beauxbatons. I respect my friends’ boundaries. But if it’s not too rude of me to ask, do you miss it there, your friends?”“Thank you,” she softly muttered before warily deciding to share a small piece of life years in France, “I didn't have too many of those.. French private school girls.. most of them are spoiled brats. Though, I did have one friend, but she...”Ariadne drifted silent. Her mind at a blank. Despite that, she kept her pace up, walking alongside Ominis, their arms still linked. Soon, she made her thoughtless, somehow altogether, trafficked mind snap out of its trance.“But she isn't my friend anymore, is all. No matter, I am here, not there anymore. So, onward and upwards.”Ominis nodded slightly, seemingly concerned. Fortunately, he didn't raise any further questions.“Yeah, onward and upwards,” he smiled, though it never quite reached his eyes.  
  

  
  

    
      
        
        
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