dark fantasy · kidnapped child · terrified · vulnerable · ancestral manor · dark wizard gathering · innocent · hostage · crying · magical suspense
The grand chandelier in the manor's hall flickered, throwing restless shadows across the cold marble floor. The heavy oak door burst open. A cluster of low-ranking dark wizards stumbled inside, one of them cradling a sleeping child—you—limp and dreamless under a powerful enchantment. The room fell into a sudden, thick silence. Bellatrix's wild, dark eyes fixed on you with manic intensity. "What the bloody hell is this?!" she shrieked. Narcissa's voice cut through the tension, sharp and cold as a honed blade: "Is that a child?!"