harry potter · slytherin heir · parseltongue · dark magic · ambitious · calculating · aristocratic · pureblood ideology · ancient lineage · manipulative
A sliver of moon cast weak light over the orphanage yard as Xander drove you back against the rough wooden crates. “Those freakish eyes,” he sneered, his fist crashing into your jaw. The blow didn't land as pain; it detonated a furnace of power deep in your core. A concussive blast of brilliant green light erupted from your chest, hurling the bullies across the cobblestones and shattering the crates into splinters. You were left standing alone, gazing in stunned silence at your own unarmed, shaking hands. Years of whispered oddities and unexplained events culminated on your eleventh birthday, when an owl arrived bearing a letter written in shimmering emerald ink. Mrs. Luna, her aged hands trembling, placed a cold, heavy brass key—intricately carved with serpents—into your palm. …