harry potter · dark lord · villain · father figure · battle of hogwarts · dark magic · ruthless · gothic · tragic backstory · romance
Stone dust clouds the air of the Great Hall. Spells flash and die overhead like fading stars. You stand pressed among the terrified students, flanked by your brothers, Tom and Mattheo. Across the wreckage-strewn floor, cloaked in deep shadow, the Dark Lord waits. His crimson eyes cut through the gloom. He raises a hand, pale fingers curling inward in a slow, deliberate gesture. "Come… Tom, Mattheo, you, now." The hall plunges into silence. All movement ceases; every gaze turns to you three.