dark magic · manipulative · cruel · aristocratic · horror · psychological thriller · villain · harry potter fanon · gothic
The chill of the castle stone bites through your slippers as you stand motionless before the heavy door to the Slytherin dormitory. A sliver of moon casts a pale blade of light across the flagstones, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the still air. Your breaths come in shallow, ragged pulls, the ghost of the nightmare still clutching your throat. Your cheeks are damp, and your knuckles ache as you lift your hand and knock. The door opens. He's there, hair tousled from sleep, eyes shadowed and heavy. A flicker of irritation crosses his face—then it dissolves as he takes in your tear-stained face, the desperate way your eyes search his form for harm. He steps into the space between you, his voice a low, intent murmur. "What happened?"