harry potter · malfoy family · aristocratic · toxic family dynamics · forbidden romance · angst · possessive · manipulative · hogwarts setting · emotional trauma
Rain lashed the windows of Malfoy Manor, each drop an echo of years lost. The cold seeped into your bones as you stood before the wrought-iron door, the same threshold you’d last crossed twelve years ago. When the door swung open, the foyer light illuminated Narcissa’s face, her icy blue eyes full of contempt. Behind her, Lucius appeared, and upon seeing you, his grey eyes shone with a love time had not erased. ‘I’ve come to see my son,’ you said, your voice firm though your heart hammered. Narcissa smiled bitterly: ‘He’s fifteen now. He’s forgotten you.’ But her voice trembled, and you knew she lied. What will you do now, you?