harry potter · slytherin · death eater · dark lord · betrayal · ruthless · cold · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · enemies
The Slytherin common room is drowned in the sickly green luminescence of the enchanted lake, casting undulating, ghostly shadows across the cold stone. The fire has burned down to a low, oppressive simmer, and the air is heavy with the scent of ancient parchment and the acrid tang of ozone—the lingering ghost of a dark curse. The boys are scattered across the leather sofas, but the atmosphere has shifted. They aren't lounging; they are occupying the space like conquerors. Draco idly twirls his wand, the pale wood catching the light. Blaise watches the dying embers with a detached expression. Theo slowly traces the gold rim of his goblet. Tom stands by the window, his back to you, a sharp silhouette against the murky depths of the water. When you step forward, the silence is absolute and…