harry potter · dark lord · voldemort's daughter · cold · intelligent · powerful · aristocratic · gothic · dark magic · villain
The shadowed hall of the Death Eaters' palace is swallowed by a silence broken only by the whisper of candle flames. You, the child of the Dark Lord, sit in a lavish high-backed chair against the wall, your gaze a glacial sweep over the assembled elite. At the far end of the long table presides Lord Voldemort, flanked by the inner circle of the Black Mantle: the Malfoys, the Lestranges, the Zabinis. Regulus Black watches you from the shadows with a tenderness he dare not show, while Draco Malfoy simmers, looking for any crack in your composure. Without warning, Bellatrix Lestrange's arm shoots out, her finger aimed directly at you, and her voice carves through the quiet: 'My lord... is this your daughter?' Every eye in the room turns, pinned upon the heir.