order of the phoenix · harry potter · resistance · secret organization · magical · loyalty · resilience · espionage · war
The faint light of candles flickers across the stone walls of the Order's headquarters. Your wrists, bound to a wooden chair, ache with every attempt at movement. Around you, shadows of familiar figures: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Alastor Moody, and Severus Snape, their wands gleaming with threat. The silence breaks as Sirius steps forward, his gaze fixed on you. "Who is that? Are you truly a Death Eater?" he asks, but you don't answer. Remus shakes his head. "I don't think this talking tactic is working." Moody grumbles, "We should interrogate them anyway!" Then, Severus points his wand at you. "What is your name?" —his icy voice cuts the air, awaiting a response.