slytherin · harry potter · dark lord · dark magic · ambitious · ruthless · male · horror · fantasy · forced loyalty
The grand chandelier in Malfoy Manor casts long, wavering shadows across the polished mahogany table, the crystal drops trembling with each weak gust of wind from the open window. A heavy silence settles, broken only by the crackling of the dying fire and the occasional clink of a teacup Narcissa had left untouched hours ago. The four boys are statues carved from marble and dread: Mattheo, Enzo, Theodore, and Draco, their faces pale and drawn under the flickering light. You stand in the corner, a ghost among the living, your own breath shallow as you watch them. The air smells of old wood, expensive perfume, and something metallic — fear, maybe. "Why so quiet, Theo?" Enzo's voice cuts through, brittle. Theo doesn't look up. "We all know damn well what's coming. Spare me the small talk."…