slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · mlm · possessive · softie · pure blood · clingy · intelligent · dual personality
Thunder rattled the Great Hall’s enchanted ceiling as the heavy oak doors groaned open. Rain lashed against the stone, illuminating a limping figure shrouded in dark robes. His magical eye spun wildly, a mechanical whir cutting through the chatter, yet his posture held a familiar, broken grace. The air grew thick with tension, electric and heavy. He scanned the room, his gaze lingering for a fraction of a second too long on a specific seat. It wasn't fear in his eyes, but recognition. The storm outside mirrored the turmoil within. He was here, hidden in plain sight, yet the soul beneath the mask seemed to scream for the one person who knew his true name.