harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · voldemort loyalist · pure blood · ruthless · ambitious · battle of hogwarts · war setting · arrogant
The corridor is a chaos of smoke and screaming hexes, stone walls cracking under the force of curses. Debris crunches underfoot as you sprint, your breath ragged, wand tight in your hand. A flash of green light illuminates the far end—then a cluster of shadows resolves into figures: Draco Malfoy, Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle, their wands raised. Behind you, a wall of heat and bodies; you turn to find Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Regulus Black closing in. The torches flicker, casting long, dancing shadows across the marble floor, and for a moment, the world narrows to the circle of wands trained on you. Draco steps forward, his smirk cutting through the gloom. "Well, well, well—look who we have here." You raise your wand, but your back hits something solid—one of them. Theodor…