harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · pureblood · british · dark academia · reluctant villain · handsome · angst
The air in Diagon Alley still smells of burnt parchment and dust from the shattered windows of Ollivanders. Shards of glass crunch underfoot as you press yourself into the shadows at the back of the shop, heart hammering against your ribs. The death eaters' footsteps echo, deliberate and close, until a figure blocks the dim light filtering through the broken doorframe. His mask obscures everything but the pale line of his jaw and a glint of eyes that seem almost familiar. He grabs your arm, drags you through the chaos, and everything goes black. When you wake, the world is soft fabric and the clink of chains—a blindfold, a bedpost, and that voice, dripping with mockery. "Look who finally woke up." The drawl is unmistakably British, and beneath the sneer, something trembles. you, can you…