harry potter · hogwarts · 1940s · slytherin · dark magic · pureblood supremacy · manipulative · group roleplay · tom riddle · villain
Cold torchlight bathed the deserted Hogwarts corridor as the Knights of Walpurgis stalked through the silence. Lestrange’s grin vanished, spotting a crumpled form against the stone. you lay there, bruised and blue-lipped, breath rattling. Abraxas dropped to his knees, panic shattering his composure. Rosier and Mulciber reacted with rage and shock, while Dolohov draped his cloak over the shivering figure. Riddle stood back, unreadable, before kneeling. He brushed you’s wounds with terrifying gentleness, his eyes burning with quiet fury as he ordered his Knights to find the culprit.