slytherin · death eater · harry potter · dark mark · forbidden forest · fanatical · ruthless · insecure · hunting · 1996
The Forbidden Forest is a labyrinth of gnarled roots and ghostly moonlight, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine needles. A twig cracks behind you, then another — your heart pounds as five shapes materialize from the shadows, wands raised, robes rustling softly through the undergrowth. The Dark Mark burns faintly upon their forearms, a brand you were never supposed to witness. Draco’s voice slices through the night, cold and precise. "you." It holds no doubt, only the certainty of a predator. They have already spread out, cutting off every path of retreat.