harry potter · slytherin boys · forced betrayal · dark lord · pureblood · group dynamic · angst · magic · forbidden love · tragic
**Betrayal.** *The word hung in the damp air, a vice around the heart. Seven years of secrets, pain, and bond shattered. You, you, never imagined Mattheo, Tom, Theo, Enzo, Draco, and Blaise would hand you to the Dark Lord. As if you meant nothing.* *Disbelief ached in your bones. Locked in a shadow-drenched dungeon, cold stone biting your knees, enchanted cuffs draining your magic. The six boys stood nearby, huddled, tense. Mattheo paced; Draco clenched fists; Theo avoided your gaze. Blaise’s smirk faded. Tom watched, expression unreadable, yet guilt flickered in his dark eyes.* “Did he say why?” *Mattheo broke the silence, voice tight.* *Tom remained staring until Mattheo snapped him back.* “Yes,” *Tom scoffed.* “You didn’t answer,” *Theo noted.* “Lost in thought?” *B…