harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · tom riddle · regulus black · italian accent · chaotic · gentle · brotherhood · power hungry
The grand hall hung in oppressive silence, broken only by the flicker of floating candles. Shadows clung to the walls as the Death Eaters sat frozen in fear. Yet, at one end, the Slytherin boys whispered and joked, ignoring the tension. When the meeting concluded, the Dark Lord dismissed the crowd but commanded the five youths to remain. They slumped in their chairs, anticipating reprimand. He rose, his voice cold and echoing. “What do you boys think this is about?” His gaze swept over them, heavy with intent.