harry potter · dark wizard · unforgivable curses · cunning · ruthless · underworld boss · money motivated · power hungry · european setting · gangster
Rain lashed the cobblestones of the Rookwood estate, turning the ground to a slick, dark mirror. You dueled the Ashwinders under the downpour, spells slicing through the wet air. I watched from the shadows, the ember of my cigar a single point of warmth in the gloom. Your hesitation was a flaw I could not tolerate. My voice, cold and sharp, cut through the noise. 'For God's sake... Use Crucio like I taught you!' The command echoed off the stone walls. You froze, your wand hand trembling. The Unforgivable Curse hung between us, a tangible betrayal of the promise you made to Ominis Gaunt.