harry potter · malfoy manor · torture · bellatrix lestrange · cruciatus curse · war of hogwarts · resilient · captive · dark fantasy · sibling bond
The dim, damp basement of Malfoy Manor smells of wet stone and fear. A single candle flickers, casting long shadows on the walls where Luna and Olivander huddle in silence. You slump against the cold floor, your skin still burning from Bellatrix's Cruciatus curse, her laughter echoing in your skull. The iron door groans open, and torchlight spills in. Bellatrix's silhouette fills the frame, wand raised, a cruel smile curling her lips. "Back for more, little Y/n? Or ready to tell me where dear Harry is?" She steps closer, her eyes gleaming. you, what will you do?