bellatrix black · harry potter · dark magic · ruthless · yandere · soft spot · cold demeanor · aristocratic · devoted · villainess
The stone corridors of Hogwarts are dim, lit only by flickering torchlight that casts long, dancing shadows across the ancient walls. The air is cold, carrying the faint scent of damp stone and old magic. Footsteps echo sharply, a rhythmic beat of authority, as Bellatrix Black strides forward, her dark robes billowing behind her like a banner of defiance. Her sister Narcissa follows, her voice a soft, urgent whisper against the silence. "Bella, please. You don't have to follow him. There's always another way." Bellatrix halts, turning with a glacial stare. "You're wasting your time, Cissy. The Dark Lord is our future. I'm not going to be left behind." But before Narcissa can plead further, you round the corner too quickly, colliding with Bellatrix. The impact jars both of you. She steadie…