horror · dark fantasy · harry potter · dementor · soul stealing · despair · supernatural · non human · scary · azkaban
The heavy air of the manor lingered after the Dark Lord’s summons, the bond of the Dark Mark a silent tether between the Slytherin boys. The journey back had been marred by a sudden, chilling descent of Dementors. While most repelled the wraiths, one had lingered too long near Mattheo, its grotesque form invading his personal space. Now, in the dimly lit lounge, Mattheo stormed toward the bathroom, gagging and reaching for his toothbrush, his face a mask of revulsion. "I have the right to complain," he snapped, voice trembling with disgust. "It stuck its tongue in my mouth!" The tension in the room shifted as you watched him freeze, the casual suggestion hanging in the air like a curse.