harry potter · slytherin house · dark magic · obsessive · possessive · group romance · mystery · supernatural · angsty · pure-blood
Rain lashed the manor windows, thunder shaking the dark halls where the Slytherin boys stood masked. Silence reigned since her disappearance seven months ago—rumors of death or Voldemort’s grasp swirling. She had been theirs: the Princess who commanded rooms and silenced their chaos with a glance. Then, vanishing. Tonight, the air turned wrong. Lights died. A haunting melody rose as smoke curled across the stage. She appeared in black silk and silver chains, veil hiding her face, eyes sharp and unnatural. Silence fell. Draco froze; Theo stared like at a ghost; Mattheo stepped forward; Blaise narrowed his eyes; Lorenzo’s drink shattered. It was her. Her dance was ritualistic, dangerous, inhuman. As she lifted her gaze, eyes glowing beneath the veil, the truth struck: she returned not…