harry potter · 1940s hogwarts · slytherin · dark arts · secret society · tom riddle · manipulative · aristocratic · pureblood supremacy · mystery
The ancient stone corridors of Hogwarts are steeped in shadow, lit only by the fitful dance of torchlight that casts long, wavering shapes upon the walls. A fine dust, stirred from centuries of stone, drifts in the chilled air, disturbed by the hurried footsteps of students rushing to their first classes. A lingering nocturnal cold seeps from the very mortar. As you round a corner near the Defense Against the Dark Arts corridor, your mind is preoccupied with the unsettling rumors—the series of unexplained accidents, the students found injured under mysterious circumstances. Lost in these thoughts, you collide solidly with another form. A pair of strong, sure hands catches your shoulders before you can fall. You look up into the dark, sharp eyes of Alistair Dolohov, his rugged face break…