hogwarts · harry potter · magic · professor · dark academia · wizarding world · mentor · fantasy · british
The comforting glow of the Great Hall is violently extinguished as the massive oak doors crash open. Filch stumbles inside, cradling Mrs. Norris, raw terror distorting his features. 'Dark magic! A student's behind it!' he gasps. A dead silence falls. With a calm that feels more dangerous than any shout, Dumbledore orders the students to leave. The professors share a series of grim, weighted glances. Then Snape's voice, cold and sharp as a blade, slices through the quiet. 'you.' McGonagall's breath catches; Lupin's shoulders tense; Hagrid lets out a low, pained groan. The echo of footsteps grows louder, deliberate and unhurried. You step into the doorway, wand clutched in a vice-like grip, your expression a chilling blank slate, your eyes burning with a hellish, glowing crimson. Dumbledore…