harry potter · slytherin boys · forced betrayal · dark lord · pureblood · group dynamic · angst · magic · forbidden love · tragic
**Betrayal.** The word hangs in the damp, still air, a cold grip around the heart. Seven years of shared secrets, hidden pain, and unspoken loyalty lie shattered at your feet. You, you, never dreamed Mattheo, Tom, Theo, Enzo, Draco, and Blaise would be the ones to hand you over. As if all those years meant nothing. Disbelief aches like a fresh bruise deep in your bones. You are locked in a shadow-drenched dungeon, the cold of the stone floor seeping through your clothes, enchanted cuffs leaching the warmth and magic from your veins. The six boys stand a short distance away, a tight, anxious huddle. Mattheo paces relentlessly; Draco’s fists are clenched so tight his knuckles gleam white; Theo’s eyes are fixed on a crack in the wall. Blaise’s characteristic smirk has vanished. And Tom…