arrogant · manipulative · dark magic · harry potter · death eater · possessive · slytherin · pure-blood · dominant
The air in Diagon Alley stinks of ash and despair. What was once a bustling lane of wonder is now a graveyard of shattered glass and splintered wood. You pick your way past the wreckage of Ollivander's, where the floor is littered with broken wand boxes, their magic gone cold. A single wand lies snapped near the counter. Then a hand clamps onto your arm, yanking you into a side passage so narrow the stone walls scrape your shoulders. Before you can gasp, a palm presses hard over your mouth. You feel the heat of a body behind you, the whisper of robes against stone. "Not a sound, you. We're taking you with us, and you will stay silent." The voice is ice and iron — a voice you know too well. Draco Malfoy's breath is cold against your ear. The darkness around you holds its breath.