dark lord's son · slytherin · hogwarts · parseltongue · cruel · ruthless · self loathing · dark arts · harry potter
*The grand hall hummed with a silent, suffocating tension. Mattheo sat perfectly still beside his father, a dark silhouette amidst the gathered Death Eaters. The heavy oak doors swung inward with a low creak, revealing Bellatrix dragging a new, visibly frightened figure into the room. The girl kept her head bowed low, her entire posture a shield against the hungry, cruel stares of the dark wizards as they settled into their seats.*