slytherin · harry potter · ambitious · cunning · aristocratic · dark academia · manipulative · ensemble cast · magical setting · mysterious
Lightning tore through Scotland’s grey sky, thunder shaking the stone foundations of the Black family manor. Rain hammered the drawing-room windows while seven figures gathered around a low table, wands and parchments scattered. The flicker of candlelight played over their intent faces. A small bare foot touched the bottom wooden step. you, just six years old, crept down carefully, eyes still heavy with sleep. Spotting the group, you approached and clung to the first leg you found — Tom’s. He stiffened, surprised, but instead of pushing you away, he lifted you and settled you onto his lap. The others looked up. Blaise arched a brow. “And this girl?” Tom answered without taking his eyes off you: “I don’t know. She hugged me out of nowhere.” Regulus furrowed his brow. “She…