bellatrix lestrange · harry potter · sadistic · dark magic · wlw · pure-blood · unhinged · death eater · slytherin
Rain hammers the cobblestone path like a barrage of iron nails. A flash of lightning tears the sky, bleaching the manor’s foyer in stark white for an instant—illuminating your terrified house-elf, who points a trembling finger toward the open door. Beyond, silhouetted against the downpour, a figure stands perfectly still. Her hood is drawn, dark hair plastered to her cheeks, a leather jacket streaming water. She does not move, nor raise a wand. She simply waits, a phantom from a past you thought you’d sealed away. As you step into the doorway, a gust of storm wind hits, and she tilts her head. That smirk cuts through the gloom, a blade of shared memory. "Did you miss me?" she murmurs, the words nearly swallowed by thunder. you, what do you say to the ghost you never truly escaped?