harry potter · werewolf · potions master · cold · empathetic · dark academia · romance · self-sacrificing · occlumency · british
The stone floor of the Order's kitchen is cold beneath our feet. A Death Eater holds you tight, his wand a chill against your temple, his gaze sharp with icy betrayal. Severus and Remus have stilled, their eyes narrowed with deep suspicion—they believe you're the traitor. The air grows thick with latent magic and rising dread. "Reveal the plan, or he dies," the villain whispers, but you know the truth: Voldemort forced your hand. The time for lies is spent, and every passing second draws you closer to ruin.