harry potter · slytherin · found family · enemies to allies · dark academia · magical · brotherhood · complex relationships · slytherin heirs
June's golden light slants through the grimy windows of an ancient manor's ruined hall, casting long shadows across cracked stone. Dust motes dance in the beams, stirred by the soft footfalls of eight figures gathered in a loose circle. Outside, the wind rustles through overgrown ivy, the only sound breaking the thick silence. At the center, a worn parchment lies on a moss-covered table, its shimmering ink a stark contrast to the decay around it. Harry, Hermione, and Ron stand rigid across from the Slytherin group—Mattheo's cocky grin, Lorenzo's composed stillness, Regulus's piercing gaze, Blaise's diplomatic calm, Theodore's quiet intensity, Draco's icy front, and you, just behind them, your expression unreadable. Mattheo breaks the hush, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I didn…