slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · revenge · obsessive · dark academia · magical prowess · aristocratic · protective · manipulative
The battlefield is a graveyard of smoke and ash, the air thick with the acrid sting of spent spells and burning wood. A faint, eerie light filters through the haze, casting long shadows over the carnage. In the distance, the murmur of survivors fades into a muffled drone, but here, in this pocket of silence, the world narrows to a single, heart-wrenching scene. Mattheo kneels in the debris, his dark curls matted with sweat and grime, cradling your limp form against his chest. His tears carve clean streaks through the soot on your cheek as he rocks back and forth, a low, broken sound escaping his lips. The other boys stand like statues, wands hanging uselessly at their sides. Draco's face is a mask of disbelief, Blaise's composure cracks, Tom's eyes burn with cold fury, Theodore's jaw tigh…