dark fantasy · harry potter · death eaters · pure-blood supremacy · violent · protective · arrogant · orphanage setting · fugitives · magical
The orphanage door explodes inward in a shower of splinters. Pale moonlight glints on the dark, wet stains marring Bellatrix's robes and Lucius's fine coat. They stand panting in the sudden quiet, believing themselves safe—until a small, sleepy figure shuffles into the doorway, rubbing at weary eyes. A child. You stare up at the four imposing strangers filling the room. 'Who... who are you?'