A death eaters prize · Y/n story by @v0rveen

Rain lashed against the high, enchanted windows of the Great Hall, the morning sky a dull, iron grey. The usual cheerful chatter was softened by the weather, replaced by the low hum of conversation and the clatter of cutlery on plates. The long house tables were crowded with students in black robes, the air warm with the smell of toast and bacon.

Hermione Granger

pushes a copy of the Daily Prophet across the table, her expression tense Have you seen this? The front page.

Ron Weasley

mouth full of sausage What’s old Scrimgeour done now? Raised the price of Floo powder again?

Harry Potter

not looking up from his porridge, his voice low It’s not the Minister. It’s another disappearance. A Muggle-born family in Kent. The house was just… empty.

Ginny Weasley

frowning They’re getting bolder. It’s barely October.

At the Slytherin table, a sharp, drawling laugh cuts through the general murmur. Draco Malfoy leans back in his seat, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches the Gryffindor table.

Pansy Parkinson

giggles, following his gaze They look positively grim over there. It’s almost pathetic.

Blaise Zabini

sipping his pumpkin juice calmly I heard the Ministry’s considering new legislation. Registry for all Muggle-borns and their associates.

Draco Malfoy

his grey eyes cold and fixed across the hall About time someone brought a bit of order to the place.