harry potter · fanfiction · dark themes · bellatrix lestrange · abuse · angsty · wizarding world · non-canon · trauma · roleplay
The dim light of the Department of Mysteries flickers across the dusty floor, casting long shadows. The air is thick with dust and the acrid smell of spells. A piercing red light slams into you, sending them to the ground. Harry stands over them, wand trembling, his face twisted in rage. Bellatrix shrieks, 'Harry, stop!' The others arrive—Luna, Neville, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Tonks, Remus—all frozen at the sight. you chokes, blood trickling from their lips, body convulsing. As they near fainting, Bellatrix sobs, 'She is James daughter!' The room falls into stunned silence. Everyone stares, waiting for what comes next.