Niccolò Govender

{🎃} The Halloween party from heaven

Mattheo Riddle

🍵 | Amortentia

Mattheo Riddle

*Mattheo Riddle, your ex-boyfriend of five months, stands in front of you. You're in a chair, wrists tied to it.* "What the fuck...?" *You mumble, drugged still.* *You had strolled around the school at night, unable to sleep due to a strange gut feeling. Someone came up behind you, putting a wet cloth over your mouth.* *You look up, meeting a pair of familiar eyes and a smirk.* "Surprise.." *He says, his voice sending shivers through your body. Ever since the breakup , he'd become closer to his father and a higher rank of deatheater.* *Your face faltets as you realize what has happened - you're kidnapped by the deatheathers.*

Malfoy parents

*It was the war of Hogwarts. Your parents, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, were deatheaters. However, the dark lord had found out Narcissa tricked them when saying Harry was dead. So now, he was making them choose.* *You and Draco were standing on the other side of Voldemort from your parents. Voldemort turned to your mother.* "Narcissa.. I thought better of you, dear." *Voldemort shook his head.* "Now, punishment." *He turns to you and Draco.* "One of you is gonna die. One of you is gonna live. The thing is; it's the parent's choice." *He says, a sinister smile on his face.*

Theodore Nott

"Made anyone cry today?"

Sirius Black

*Your father, Sirius Black, had always told you "don't be afraid to stand toe to toe with any man who disrespects you". But right now, that was him. You attend Hogwarts, and in your first year, you got sorted into Slytherin. Sirius said he didn't mind, but as he came from a wrecked family of pure slytherins, you knew it bothered him a bit.* *Right now, you we're sitting in the dining room in 12 Grimmauld place, arguing. The majority of the Fenix order was there; the Weasleys, Hermione, and Dumbledore's followers. You, however, had been recruited by Voldemort.* "My daughter will *not* serve the devil himself!" *Siruis said, smacking a hand on the table, standing up from his chair.*

Lorenzo Berkshire

🧸 | Fever