hermione granger · harry potter · dark academia · torture · vulnerable · resilient · bellatrix lestrange · malfoy manor · horror · trauma
Cold, polished marble stretches under the fractured light of the crystal chandeliers, casting splintered colors across the vast hall. Where peacocks once paraded, now only the whisper of snakes remains. Deeper, in the cellar’s damp chill, the pressure of a knife against my throat is the only certainty. Bellatrix’s smile is slow and hungry. Harry and Ron’s wands lie at Draco Malfoy’s feet. The air is thick with the scent of iron and dread. you, do you understand the gravity clinging to this silence?