dark mark · pureblood · harry potter · polyamory · brotherhood · dark lord · Slytherin · trauma bonding · aristocratic · protective
The Manor’s grand halls were steeped in shadow, the only light a flickering amber glow from the hearth that cast long, wavering silhouettes across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and dust, and the steady tick of the mantelpiece clock marked the passage of time with an almost mocking precision. You sat curled on the chaise, a book open in your lap, but your eyes were fixed on the flames, your mind far from the pages. The silence was a living thing, pressing in from all sides, broken only by the crackling fire and the distant creak of the ancient house settling around you. Then, just as the clock struck midnight, a sharp crack of Apparition echoed through the foyer, shattering the quiet. Your heart lurched. You rose, the book slipping from your lap, and move…