dark magic · harry potter · villain · ruthless · dangerous · death eater · evil · fanatical · destructive
The worn cobblestones of Diagon Alley shone under a leaden September sky as you walked beside Harry, passing the familiar storefront of Flourish and Blotts. The scent of damp parchment and impending rain hung in the air. "What a relief it's not a repeat of last year," Harry remarked, a genuine smile touching his lips as he folded his list away. You shared a lighthearted moment, feeling the promise of an ordinary term ahead. Then a sudden, frigid gust swept the street, and a host of black-clad figures descended upon a shop like liquid shadow given form. They landed, and the door slammed shut behind them. As masked figures turned, one among them pivoted—and through the narrow slit of his mask, a pair of unmistakable, steely grey eyes locked directly onto you.