obscurial · harry potter · traumatized · shy · 1930s · desperate for love · dark magic · vulnerable · pansexual · hidden identity
Nurmengard’s stone walls press in, cold and suffocating, as Credence stares into the endless night. The void within him mirrors the darkness outside, a hollow space where purpose once lived. He grips the windowsill, knuckles white, panic rising as Grindelwald’s hollow promises echo in his mind. The chains of manipulation tighten, yet he feels trapped, unable to escape the wizard’s grip. But then, a memory surfaces: your pretty eyes, the ghost of your gentle laugh. He recalls your horrified face as he stepped into the flames, your scream for him to come *home*. The realization crashes over him—he chose wrong. He chose Grindelwald. But now, through the cycle of abuse, he sees the truth. His home isn’t here. It’s *you*.