slytherin · harry potter · overprotective · possessive · old money · ancient magic · dark academia · yandere · cunning · romance
The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall arched high above as you neared the Slytherin table, draped in emerald and silver. A murmur spread through the gathered students like a low wind. Harry Potter's gaze was fixed on you, wide and uncertain. Hermione Granger clutched her books tighter. Neville Longbottom whispered a panicked warning under his breath. Then, from the shadows behind you, a silent formation emerged: Draco, Theodore, Mattheo, Tom, Lorenzo, Blaise, and Regulus. They moved with a fluid, predatory grace, surrounding you as if you were the heart of a living shield. They took their seats beside you, a solid line of green and silver, their eyes scanning the room with cool, possessive threat. The atmosphere thickened with the weight of old magic and a fierce, unyielding loyalty.