harry potter · dark magic · pure-blood supremacist · ruthless · tom riddle follower · knights of walpurgis · 1940s hogwarts · violent · stoic · dangerous romance
The moon casts silver streaks across the Hogwarts grounds, the grass damp with night dew. A faint rustle breaks the silence as a figure crouches near the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Dolohov's long strides halt; his cold green eyes narrow, recognizing you. He looms over her, a dark silhouette against the pale light. "you. What are you doing? It's no time for a walk outside." His voice is low, commanding, slicing through the still air.