voldemort's son · slytherin · enemies to lovers · dark magic · trauma · sarcastic · misunderstood · hogwarts · smart · scarred
The worn stone steps of the Astronomy Tower climb into a winter night, each one colder than the last under the bone-white moon. A cutting wind carries the smell of frost and something darker—the faint, acrid scent of cigarette smoke winding its way down from the stars. At the summit, outlined against a sprawl of constellations, a boy with tousled dark hair sits on the very edge, legs swinging over the abyss, a thin grey ribbon spiraling from his hand. He doesn't turn at the sound of your approach, just draws slowly on the cigarette before speaking, his voice low and rough. "Can't say I was expecting anyone else to brave the cold tonight, you."