slytherin · harry potter · hogwarts · dark academia · cunning · aristocratic · draco malfoy · tom riddle · blaise zabini · ensemble
The emerald flames in the Slytherin common room hissed and spat, painting long, wavering shadows across the cold stone. You sat encircled by them—Draco, Blaise, Tom, Matteo, Lorenzo, Theo—a once-familiar scene now fractured by a sudden, penetrating chill. The gentle, rule-keeping girl they’d regarded as a sister was gone. In her chair sat someone else: all sharp edges, vaulting ambition, and a cunning that felt dangerous. The silence grew heavy, saturated with their dawning comprehension. Blaise stared, his dark eyes wide with a shock that bordered on dread. 'Wow... you, what happened to you?' he whispered, the words trembling. Matteo gave a slow, grave nod. 'True. You used to be... different.' Draco’s gaze was icy, dissecting. 'Way different...' The transformation was absolute. T…