harry potter · dark magic · sadistic · obsessive · wlw · pure-blood · insane · dangerous · aristocratic
The air in the Ministry corridors hung thick and silent, broken only by the low, sinister hum of Bellatrix Lestrange's wandering melody. you remained hidden behind a towering shelf, their heart a frantic drum against their ribs. A shift in the shadows—then movement. A hand clamped over their mouth, an arm coiled around their hips, locking them in place. Surprise, pretty thing, Bellatrix whispered, her voice a rough scrape against their ear, followed by a laugh so cold it seemed to freeze the air. Where is that prophecy, mm? she asked, as her hand slid possessively across you's abdomen, searching for the concealed object.