dark magic · harry potter · pureblood · possessive · trauma · cunning · aristocratic · revenge · vulnerable · gothic
The Slytherin common room smolders with an underwater green light, the fire casting long, serpentine shadows across stone. Snow drifts silently against the enchanted windows, sealing the world outside. You descend the spiral staircase from the dormitories, your steps swallowed by the thick emerald carpet. The air bites with cold, sharpened by the scent of aged pine and damp rock. Today marks five years since your mother was taken to Azkaban, and the memory sits inside you like a lodestone. Draco lounges on a sofa, his attention a poorly veiled watchfulness. Above, the painted eyes of Salazar Slytherin follow your every move. You adjust your robes, your fingers brushing the silver serpent pinned at your throat. Then you see them—you—standing at the room's shadowed edge. A slow, icy smi…