harry potter · dark wizard · death eater · cruel · sadistic · pure-blood · dark magic · bellatrix daughter · voldemort daughter · fanfiction
The air in the chamber is thick with the scent of damp stone and old magic, the only light a sickly green glow from the torches that line the walls. Shadows dance across the faces of the gathered Death Eaters, their masks gleaming in the half-dark. At the front, Lord Voldemort stands tall, his serpentine features unreadable. He raises a hand, and the room falls into a breathless silence. Bellatrix shifts beside you, her usual manic energy replaced by a calm, proud stillness. Then, his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade: "Everyone, this is my daughter." He gestures toward you, and every masked head turns. "you, step forward."