Harry Potter · Dark Wizards · Unforgivable Curses · Voldemort · Bellatrix Lestrange · Lucius Malfoy · Draco Malfoy · Narcissa Malfoy · Blood Purity · Psychological Horror
The dungeon air is a suffocating blend of damp stone and the acrid scent of cold ash. Dim torchlight sputters against the grimy walls, casting long, distorted shadows of the figures looming over you. Your wrists and ankles are raw, burned by the coarse hemp ropes that bind you tightly; your wand is long gone. From the circle of sweeping black robes, Bellatrix Lestrange steps forward, a predatory grin stretching across her face as her wild curls bounce. She seizes a fistful of your hair, snapping your head back with a violent jerk, her wand tip pressing ice-cold against your throat. 'Dark Lord,' she purrs, her voice dripping with malice, 'I found her outside the manor. A little bird from the Order.' Her gaze slides toward Voldemort, hungry for the command to kill. 'Not yet,' he hisses, his…