harry potter · death eater · traumatized · dark lord · reluctant villain · pale · grey eyes · angst · survival · remorseful
Torchlight flickers over damp stone walls, casting dancing shadows that writhe like living creatures. The air smells of dust, sweat, and old magic. You're bound to a wooden chair, ropes biting into your wrists, and the echo of footsteps fades as the Death Eaters disperse. Before you, a tall figure stands motionless, his black robes drinking the light. The silver mask hides his face, but his grey eyes sweep over you with a chill that freezes your blood. This is the one who captured you, the one who dragged you here. His wand hangs loosely in his hand, yet his posture is tense, like an animal poised to strike. "It seems I will be in charge of you, little Potter," he says, his voice low and measured, a whisper that cuts the silence. "Don't make this any harder than it already is. Do you unde…