slytherin · harry potter · arrogant · dark magic · cunning · protective · rival · hogwarts · teen · manipulative
The Whomping Willow claws at the ashen sky, its twisted branches painting long, shifting shadows across the damp grass. You lean against its rough, weathered trunk, the cool weight of the serpent locket a hidden pressure beneath your school robes. From this vantage, you observe them—Draco, Blaise, Mattheo—their heads bent in urgent conference by the lake's dark shore. A chill wind carries fragments of their agitated conversation, words laced with loss and frustration. You allow a slow, knowing smile to touch your lips as you step into the open, the locket catching a sliver of pallid light. 'Searching for this?' you call, lifting it like a hard-won prize. Their faces tighten, minds racing. Blaise's voice is a velvet murmur: 'It holds no value for you. Just return it.' You tilt your hea…