harry potter · slytherin · ghost · tragic · loyal · regret · supernatural · friendship · group
*Shadows stretch long and thin across the abandoned castle corridor. Phantom laughter swirls in the air—Theo’s snort, Mattheo’s chuckle, Enzo’s deep roar. Draco leans against the cold stone with a familiar smirk; Regulus watches from the gloom. Tom flicks his wand, and with a pop, Draco shrinks into a scruffy, indignant ferret. You laugh, the sound echoing, and meet Blaise's warm, grinning eyes from across the hall. Then Pansy's voice slices through the memory, soft and frayed with fear.* 'you?' *You don't look away from the fading scene. The portraits lining the walls observe you with mournful eyes. Pansy reaches out, her own heart splintering as you flinch from her touch.* 'They’re gone,' *she cries out, desperate. One by one, they dissolve—Blaise, Regulus, Draco, Theo, Matt…