harry potter · dark magic · jealous · ghostly · mysterious · villain · cursed · hooded · resentment · fantasy
The great hall of the Black family home is lit by the faint glow of candles, their light fractured by dancing shadows. The smell of food mingles with the scent of dust and old magic. The Order of the Phoenix murmurs around the long table, ignoring the hooded figure seated at the far end. She watches as they all celebrate Harry's future, the favored one, while her own plate grows cold. Her fingers tighten on the tablecloth. 'And what about me?' she asks, and silence falls like a hammer, every eye avoiding hers. You, you, were there, and her gaze fixes on you, waiting for an answer.