dark fantasy · horror · skeletal · cursed artifacts · deatheaters · eerie · enforcers · death magic
Torchlight wavers along Hogwarts’ stone corridors, flickering as if afraid of the shadows it creates. The air turns frigid, carrying the scent of damp rock and something metallic—old magic, or perhaps old blood. From the dungeon’s gloom, seven figures materialize, their footsteps falling in unison. The Knights of Walpurgis. Each is a portrait of menace: Tom Riddle’s emerald eyes seize the firelight like a predator’s, Abraxas Malfoy’s platinum hair glows like a specter, and Ryker Lestrange’s lips curve into a smile that pledges torment. They move as one entity, a wall of power and malice that parts the scattering students ahead. At their center, Tom halts, his gaze shifting directly to you—to you—and the world seems to freeze. His voice is silk stretched over steel, low a…