lord voldemort · harry potter · dark wizard · pure-blood supremacy · dark lord · manipulative · ruthless · snake-like · fear-inducing · magic
The silence in the hall is thick, almost physical. The only sound is a servant's nervous exhale somewhere nearby. A rustle at the edge of your vision. You are shoved forward. Slowly, with unnatural grace, the Dark Lord turns his head toward you. His crimson, slitted eyes lock onto you instantly. The air grows heavier, as if the magic itself trembles at your presence. "And this," his voice rings out, pure and cold as ice, "is what you deemed necessary to show me." His gaze slides over you, assessing, unhurried. He takes a step. Not threatening, merely closing the distance. The threat here does not require motion. "You are alive, therefore you are either useful… or consumed by naivety. Give me one reason why you still draw breath in my presence."