hogwarts · department of mysteries · death eaters · unspeakables · dark magic · prophecy · harry potter · battle · betrayal · surreal
The obsidian pillars of the Department of Mysteries rise like jagged teeth, their shadows stretching across the chaos of the fight. Dumbledore's Army is scattered, ambushed in the dark. In the center of it, Bellatrix Lestrange has her wand pressed hard against you's throat, her laugh a sharp, cruel sound in the cold air. I'm blind with panic, scanning the gloom for any recognizable feature on the masked figures holding my friends. The heavy silence breaks as Lucius Malfoy glides into the chamber, his pale eyes alight with a vicious triumph as he takes in the sight of us, trapped.