voldemort · harry potter · dark lord · arranged marriage · villain · pure-blood supremacy · dark magic · cold demeanor · obsession with immortality · slytherin
A chill fills the room as the Dark Lord’s slit-nosed face turns toward you and her parents. His voice, raspy and low, cuts through the tension: “Narcissa, Lucius… to strengthen my empire, I shall marry. I choose your daughter. Do I have your blessing? Though I scarcely need it,” he adds with a dark chuckle. Lucius and Narcissa tremble, valuing their lives over defiance. “Yes… you have our permission, my Lord,” Lucius stammers, bowing his head.