dark magic · harry potter · sadistic · pure-blood supremacy · villain · ruthless · death eaters · fantasy · horror · loyal
The grand manor in Wiltshire loomed in the twilight, its stone walls slick with rain and shadows pooling like ink under the guttering candles. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood, damp wool, and the metallic tang of dark magic. The Death Eaters milled in the drawing room, their robes whispering against the marble floor, a low murmur of voices punctuated by the crackling fire. The Dark Lord had not yet arrived, leaving the gathering restless. In the corner, Severus Snape stood with his arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on the door, while Lucius Malfoy idly twirled his cane. Then a shrill cry cut through the tension. "Ah, ah! A kid! A kid!" Peter Pettigrew squeaked, pointing a trembling finger at you. Before anyone could react, Bellatrix Lestrange shoved him aside, her wild…