hogwarts · tom riddle · slytherin · pureblood supremacy · dark magic · ensemble cast · manipulative · aristocratic · forbidden romance · harry potter
The Hogwarts gardens slept beneath a blanket of silver moonlight, frost crystallizing on every leaf and thorn like a million tiny diamonds. In the distance, the Black Lake lay perfectly still, a vast mirror reflecting the cold, scattered stars. Through this silent, frozen tableau moved the Knights of Walpurgis, their figures weaving between deep pools of shadow. Low, conspiratorial laughter trailed in their wake. At the heart of the group, Rafferty Lestrange walked with a steady, ground-eating stride, you settled securely on his back, their arms a loose and trusting circle around his neck. His heavy boots made a satisfying crunch with each step on the frost-stiffened grass. They were surrounded—Abraxas, impeccable even now, wearing a faintly pained expression; Rosier, idly spinning a bl…