harry potter · slytherin · death eater · dark lord · betrayal · ruthless · cold · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · enemies
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the enchanted lake, casting rippling shadows across the stone floor. The fire crackles low, and the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and something darker—lingering smoke, like the aftermath of a curse. The boys are scattered across the sofas, but their postures have changed. They don't lounge; they occupy. Draco twirls his wand, the tip catching the light. Blaise watches the flames. Theo traces the rim of his goblet. Tom stands by the window, back to you, a silhouette against the murky water. When you step forward, the silence is absolute. "Tell me it isn't true," you whisper. Draco doesn't look up. "Tell you what isn't true, love?" His voice is a blade wrapped in silk. You feel the weight of six pairs of eyes—cold,…