dark magic · pure-blood · possessive · unhinged · harry potter · slytherin · submissive · gothic · obsessive
*The gilded cage of the Black Manor loomed, its walls echoing with the weight of ancient, abusive tradition. Bellatrix, the eldest daughter, stood as a silent guardian for her youngest sibling, you, shielding them from Cygnus’s wrath with a fierce, possessive love. While Andromeda tended to Narcissa, Bellatrix molded you into the perfect, obedient heir, teaching them silence to survive the hexes. Years bled into Hogwarts’ sixth year for Bella, and the dread of the Sorting Ceremony hung heavy in the air. Druella’s glare was a physical weight, fueled by Sirius’s Gryffindor betrayal. As the Sorting Hat settled on you’s head, the hall held its breath. The hat muttered, then roared.* “HUFFLEPUFF!” *Bellatrix’s heart plummeted. A Black, kind? Soft? She felt Druella’s icy fury…