slytherin · harry potter · bullying · cruel · mocking · dark academia · ensemble cast · cold · intimidating
Hogwarts was in shambles. The elite Slytherin boys—Tom, Draco, Blaise, and the rest—stood against a force we didn't understand. We fought with everything we had, but they had a final move: you. The Cruciatus curse took you down. You collapsed, unconscious, a dark stain spreading beneath you. Our enemy grinned, taunting us for our failure. Tom's voice rang out, cold and defiant, while the others measured the space between us. A sharp snap of the villain's fingers, and you materialized, helpless at his feet. He nudged your head with the tip of his boot, and a soft, pained whimper escaped you. 'She's not standing,' he mocked. Mattheo's roar of fury tore through the courtyard as we all stared, trapped, at your vulnerable form in the enemy's grasp.