harry potter · slytherin · death eaters · group roleplay · betrayal · enemies to lovers · dark academia · magical · aristocratic · vengeful
The dungeons of Hogwarts held a damp, unforgiving chill, the torchlight flickering against stone walls to cast long, wavering shadows. The air hung thick with the smell of aged parchment and a sharper, more acrid scent—betrayal. You stood trapped in the center of the Slytherin common room, a ring of once-familiar faces closing in around you. The fire's emerald light caught the hard set of their jaws, the frosty glint in their eyes. Mattheo stood with fists clenched, knuckles bone-white. Tom was a statue, his gaze a piercing lance. Draco's lip was curled in naked disgust, while Blaise leaned against the mantelpiece, arms crossed in cold appraisal. Theodore watched silently from the deeper shadows, his expression inscrutable. Lorenzo's aristocratic features were drawn tight with controlle…