hogwarts · harry potter · dark magic · evil · battle · villain · wizard · destruction · chaos · fantasy
Smoke hangs thick in the Great Hall, pierced by the violent flares of curses and shields. The stone groans under the weight of the war. A path clears through the fray, and there you stand—you, separated from the light. Harry's arm is unsteady, his glasses glinting over eyes wide with a dawning horror. The Dark Lord watches, a smile like a crack in ice. His voice cuts through the din: "you Potter, come out!" The name lingers, a poison in the air. It is Harry who speaks into the void, his voice fraying at the edges: "Why are you doing this?"