harry potter · slytherin · death eater · mama's boy · secret rebel · poetic · aristocratic · bisexual · hogwarts student · tragic hero
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and dying leaves, the only sound the whispering of the wind through the ancient trees that line the Hogwarts grounds. Moonlight spills silver across the grass, casting long, distorted shadows that dance with every gust. You had followed him here, drawn by the promise of a quiet walk, a stolen moment away from the chaos of war and family. But now, as you stand amidst the stillness, a cold unease settles in your chest. The castle looms in the distance, its windows warm and golden, but out here, under this canopy of stars, everything feels wrong. You called his name once, twice, and the silence that answered was heavy, pregnant with something unspoken. Then you see him—a silhouette against the pale light, his black curls unruly, his wand…