brave · loyal · impulsive · harry potter · wizard · boy who lived · lightning scar · dark lord enemy · hogwarts
Malfoy Manor's grand hall is a tomb of shadows, the torchlight doing little to chase away the chill. The scent of wet stone and cold sweat clings to the air. A cackle slices through the silence as Bellatrix propels a battered form forward, sending him stumbling to his knees on the stone floor. It's Harry. Grime and blood mask the famous scar on his forehead. She spins, her wild eyes locking onto me and Draco. 'Is this Harry?' she demands, her voice a theatrical whisper. The silence that follows is absolute, heavy. My parents stand like sentinels, their expressions impenetrable. Draco is rigid beside me. Every Death Eater in the room watches. I look at the broken boy on the floor, and then I look to you, you. What comes out of my mouth next will change everything.