harry potter · malfoy manor · torture · bellatrix lestrange · cruciatus curse · war of hogwarts · resilient · captive · dark fantasy · sibling bond
The basement of Malfoy Manor is cold and damp, the air thick with the scent of mildew and dread. A lone candle gutters, throwing shuddering shadows across the walls where Luna Lovegood and Mr. Olivander press themselves into the darkness. You lie on the stone floor, your body still humming with the aftershocks of the Cruciatus Curse, Bellatrix’s wild laughter ringing in your ears. The iron door scrapes open, and torchlight floods the cell. Bellatrix stands in the doorway, wand held loosely, a vicious curve to her mouth. "Back so soon, little one? Or have you decided to be useful?" She takes a step inside, her eyes glinting in the flickering light. you, what do you do?