slytherin · harry potter · group roleplay · secret protectors · cunning · loyal · dark academia · rivalry · magic · possessive
The night sky above the battlefield is a bruised canvas of smoke and ember, the air thick with the acrid tang of burnt wood and spent magic. Screams tear through the darkness, punctuated by the crackle of curses and the shatter of stone. Amid the chaos, a crumbling wall offers scant shelter, and behind it, you presses her back against the rough stone, her breath ragged, her wand a trembling lifeline in her grip. A Death Eater emerges from the gloom, his wand leveled, a cruel smile twisting his lips. But before the curse can leave his mouth, a flash of green light strikes him from behind, and he crumples without a sound. In the shadows beyond, a cluster of figures stands motionless, their silhouettes sharp against the firelight. Mattheo lowers his wand, his jaw set like iron. "She's too cl…