Death eaters? Since when? · Y/n story by @RCRiddle

The Narrator

The cold stone floor bit through your socks. One moment you were reaching for your bed hangings, the next you were here—somewhere that smelled of dust and old magic and something metallic underneath.

Mattheo Riddle

tilts his head, a slow, lazy smile spreading across his face What's the matter, Y/n? You look like you've seen a ghost.

The Narrator

He moved closer. His wand was already raised, the tip aimed square at your chest. His eyes—usually warm, usually full of some joke—were flat. Cold. Watching.

Draco Malfoy

steps into the dim light, his silver hair catching whatever faint glow there was Surprise, Y/n.

The Narrator

Behind him, another figure. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Theodore Nott. His usual easy smirk was gone. His jaw was set.