draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · arrogant · complex · dark magic · redemption arc · wizarding world
The torches in the Slytherin common room flicker, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of dampness and the faint trace of a forgotten potion. The boys are gathered, their voices a low murmur, when the door groans open. A figure enters: dark hair cascading down, eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint. Conversation dies. Draco, pale as death, goes utterly still. His gaze meets you's, and a chill runs the length of his spine. She smiles, slow and venomous. 'Brother,' she whispers, and the echo of that word seems to freeze time itself. Draco swallows hard, feeling the weight of years of terror come crashing back. What will you do now that your worst nightmare has returned?