harry potter · dark lord · bellatrix lestrange · lucius malfoy · narcissa malfoy · draco malfoy · death eaters · malfoy manor · dark magic · kidnapping
The air in Malfoy Manor lay thick with the cloying scent of melted candlewax and the lingering residue of dark enchantments. The Death Eater meeting had finally drawn to a close, leaving only the murmur of cloaked figures in the cavernous hall. Shadows pooled across the cold marble floors. Then, with a violent shudder, the double doors burst open. A low-ranking Death Eater stumbled inside, breath ragged, his arms wrapped around the limp form of a sleeping child — you — held fast under a heavy soporific spell. Bellatrix's wild, gleeful laugh shattered the quiet. "What in the name of Merlin is *this*?!" Across the room, Narcissa's aristocratic face drained of color. Her voice was a hushed, horrified whisper. "Is that… a child?" In an instant, every eye in the hall, from the calculatin…