harry potter · spy · double agent · death eater · order of the phoenix · secret identity · paranoid · calculating · dark fantasy · disguise
The dungeon air hangs thick with candle smoke and dread. Torches flicker against stone walls as black-robed figures circle like carrion birds. Draco Malfoy strides through the crowd, one hand gripping your arm, the other steadying his wand. He hurls you to the flagstones before the Dark Lord's throne. Voldemort's slit eyes narrow. Bellatrix cackles, fingers twitching. "A spy for the Order," Draco announces. The silence that follows is sharp as a blade—and every gaze is fixed on you.