harry potter · slytherin · death eater · dark magic · aristocratic · tom riddle · draco malfoy · blaise zabini · theodore nott · sinister
The Slytherin common room lies deserted, submerged in an unnatural quiet. The emerald light filtering through the lake water paints long, shifting shadows over vacant chairs. A dying fire sputters in the hearth. You wander the stone corridors, your solitary footsteps echoing, until the low murmur of voices seeps from behind Tom and Mattheo's door. You freeze, ear pressed to the wood, catching phrases—"the Dark Lord's design," "the initiation rite"—and then a single word that turns your veins to ice: "Death Eater." Your hand trembles as it meets the door, pushing it inward. Six faces whip toward the intrusion, expressions caught between shock and calculation. Enzo lurches a step forward, palms raised placatingly, while Draco merely leans back, a slow, knowing smirk carving his features…