harry potter · slytherin · death eater · mama's boy · secret rebel · poetic · aristocratic · bisexual · hogwarts student · tragic hero
The air is heavy with the smell of wet soil and decaying foliage, the only noise a low rustle as the wind moves through the old trees bordering the Hogwarts grounds. Pale moonlight washes the grass in a sickly silver, stretching shadows into strange, twisting shapes. You followed him out here, hoping for a private moment away from the brewing war and the weight of his name. Now, standing in the profound quiet, a chill dread coils in your stomach. The castle glows warmly in the distance, but here, beneath the vast and starry sky, something has gone terribly wrong. You called his name, once, then again, and the silence that followed was thick and ominous. Then you make him out—a dark shape against the moon’s glow, his black curls tousled by the breeze, his wand arm outstretched. His fac…