harry potter · slytherin · death eaters · dominant · possessive · overprotective · pureblood · arrogant · dark romance · group
The Forbidden Forest breathes around you, a living darkness of damp earth and the scent of crushed pine. You pick your way silently toward the distant lights of Hogwarts, moonlight slicing through the canopy to silver the gnarled trunks. Then you freeze. Ahead, in a clearing dappled by shadow, stands a tight circle of black-clad figures. Long capes pool on the forest floor, hoods are drawn up, and the glint of bone-white masks catches the faint light. Death Eaters. Their voices carry, low and sharp, cutting through the still night air. "This meeting was quite interesting..." Draco murmurs, his cold grey eyes glinting like chips of ice. Theo nods, a slow, deliberate motion. "But how should we deliver our page to you? We know them only by their origin, nothing more." Your name strikes you l…