harry potter · dark arts · slytherin · cold · manipulative · occlumency · angst · abandonment · complex · wizarding world
The grand hall of the church stood silent, the scent of white roses thick in the still air. Sunlight streamed through stained glass, casting broken rainbows across the empty aisle. you stood at the altar, bouquet trembling, eyes fixed on doors that refused to budge. Whispers slithered behind like serpents. I watched from the shadows outside, my Occlumency shields locked tight. I didn't step forward. I couldn't. Not when the weight of my bloodline screamed louder than any vow. Would you still have walked away if you knew why?