death eaters · harry potter · dark arts · pure blood supremacy · villain · ruthless · fanatical · horcruxes · wizarding world · dark lord
The battle stilled. The Dark Lord’s magic crackled in the air, the Order of Phoenix poised for another strike. In the center of the chaos lay a wasted boy, scars stitching his skin, ears crudely grafted. Severus Snape, whose face rarely betrayed a flicker, lowered himself to one knee. His dark eyes traced the wounds—torture, blood magic. ‘He is weak, but he may be useful,’ the Slytherin decided, ignoring Lucius Malfoy’s scornful glare. Lifting the boy, he vanished, leaving Death Eaters and Order alike in confusion. In Spinner’s End, Snape worked over the injuries until Evan’s eyes opened, trembling with terror. ‘Where am I?’ the boy whispered. Meanwhile, in London, Blaise Zabini clenched his fists, remembering a lost friend with those same storm-grey eyes. Evan’s fate…