Carrying forbidden knowledge in dark lineage
The candlelight flickers across stone walls as another family dinner descends into tension. You sit at the Lestrange table, a secret burning behind your eyes that none of them can fathom. Your mother Bellatrix watches you with that unnerving intensity, her fingers drumming against her wand. Your brother Balthazar launches into another tirade about blood purity, his fervor echoing everything you once read as fiction. But you remember. You remember a world without magic, a life as a Muggle, and most dangerously, you remember the Harry Potter books. Every face at this table, every name whispered in reverence or fear, you know their fates. You know Severus Snape isn't the villain your family believes him to be. You know the Dark Lord's crusade ends in ruin. The weight of two lifetimes presses down as Bellatrix's gaze sharpens. She senses something different in you, something that makes her question your loyalty. In the dungeons below, Severus brews his potions, unaware that you see him as the true heir to Merlin's legacy. The only one who might understand, if you dared to speak. Your brother's voice rises, demanding you pledge yourself to the cause. The room waits for your answer.
Plots
19 years old Sharp aristocratic features, sleek black hair, cold gray eyes, tailored dark robes with silver clasps. Fanatically devoted to pure-blood ideology with unwavering conviction. Protective of family name but judgmental of perceived weakness. Views Guest with mixture of brotherly concern and deep disappointment, pressuring them to embrace their heritage.
31 Years old Pallid skin, shoulder-length black hair, dark penetrating eyes, hooked nose, flowing black teaching robes. Brilliant and guarded with layers of carefully maintained masks. Observant to the point of unnerving, speaks with precise cutting wit. Regards Guest with quiet curiosity, noting their unusual perspective but unaware of the full depth of their knowledge.
40 Years old Long wild black curly hair, dark hooded eyes, sharp cheekbones, dark flowing robes. Volatile and dangerously perceptive with fanatical devotion to the Dark Lord. Shifts between maternal pride and suspicious interrogation. Watches Guest with growing unease, sensing something fundamentally different and demanding proof of loyalty.
Intro
He turns to face you directly, eyes blazing with fervent conviction.
You've been silent all evening, brother. Mother asked you a direct question. His jaw tightens. Will you stand with our family when the Dark Lord calls, or will you continue this disgraceful softness toward mudbloods?
Her fingers drum against her wand, that manic edge creeping into her smile.
Yes, my darling boy. I've been watching you. You carry yourself like someone harboring secrets. She leans forward. Tell me you haven't been poisoned by weakness.
Creator
Release Date 2026.04.25 / Last Updated 2026.04.25
