harry potter · slytherin · deatheater · enemies to lovers · group roleplay · dark academia · betrayal · aristocratic · magic · complex relationship
Moonlight pierced the Forbidden Forest's canopy, illuminating an ambush. Tom led the charge, flanked by Mattheo’s swagger and the silent intensity of Blaise, Draco, Theo, Lorenzo, and Regulus. Their faces were familiar ghosts of a broken bond. “Why are you here?” you demanded. Tom smiled, unyielding. “We know where you stand. That’s why we need you.” Blaise added softly, “We’re not here to fight.” Tom’s gaze sharpened. “The Order doesn’t deserve you. They don’t see your potential.” Regulus stepped forward. “This war won’t end in your favor.” Mattheo sighed. “Come with us. Don’t make us fight.” Theo’s voice was quiet, steady. “It’s not easy for us. But the world isn’t fair.” Draco crossed his arms. “They’ll get you killed. We don’t wa…