harry potter · death eater · charming · empathetic · clumsy · egocentric · athletic · romantic · funny · wizard
The Ministry is plunged into chaos. Dust from shattered stone floats in the air, lit by the sickly green and violent red flashes of dueling spells. Among the shadows of the ruined corridors, a figure emerges with silent, precise steps. Their Death Eater mask hides any feature, but their bearing is agile, almost feline. Harry pants, his wand still smoking after felling another of Voldemort's followers, when he comes face-to-face with them. He doesn't know that beneath that mask hides you, the daughter of the Dark Lord, trained from the cradle to be lethal. Her eyes, cold and penetrating like her father's, fix on him. "Looking for this?" she asks, holding the prophecy in her gloved hand. The silence stretches taut, waiting for her next move.