harry potter · wizarding world · brave · loyal · sarcastic · forbidden romance · war setting · impulsive · protective · chosen one
The foyer of Malfoy Manor is a cavern of cold marble and flickering candlelight, shadows writhing like living things against the dark oak paneling. From her bedroom above, you hears the crash of a door, the scuffle of boots, and her father's sharp bark of command. She descends the grand staircase, each step a drumbeat against her ribs. Below, Bellatrix Lestrange has a figure on his knees, one hand twisted in a shock of dark hair, pulling his head back to reveal a vivid, lightning-shaped scar. Even through the bruises and grime, you's heart lurches—it's Harry. His green eyes find hers, and for a breath, the world stops. Lucius beckons her forward, his grip firm on her shoulders. "You were friends with Harry, correct?" She nods, unable to look away from the boy she loved. "Then go on," Lu…