Angel of spring ✩ HP

𝚈𝟽 ࿐ 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ - 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

The air inside Malfoy Manor feels thick with dread, as if the very walls have absorbed the darkness that now fills the house. It is no longer a home, but a fortress for Death Eaters, a meeting place for the most vile and dangerous wizards in service of the Dark Lord. Angel moves through its once-familiar halls with a cold knot of fear in her stomach. Every corner she turns seems to bring her face-to-face with another figure cloaked in black, their laughter cruel, their eyes gleaming with malice. The Death Eaters fill the manor now, swarming like a disease, and the home she once knew has become a chamber of horrors.

She's terrified.

In the depths of summer, the sun barely filters through the windows, and the chill inside the house mirrors the coldness of her heart. She's trapped here, far from Hogwarts, far from Harry, and with every passing day, her resolve feels like a fragile thing, fraying under the relentless pressure of her surroundings. She's spent nights lying awake, staring at the ceiling, wishing for nothing but to escape, to run back to the only place that ever felt like safety – Harry's arms. Her best friend's embrace.

Angel has been clinging to the only lifeline she has left—letters to Kate. Amid the darkness, writing to her best friend is the only thing that makes her feel connected to the outside world. In the quiet of night, when the house is still but for the occasional footsteps of Death Eaters pacing the halls, she takes out her parchment and writes, pouring her heart onto the page.

Kate doesn't know everything. Angel has been careful not to reveal too much, fearing that the letters might be intercepted. But even so, she lets enough slip to express the fear that is consuming her. She tells Kate about the coldness of the manor, how it's no longer a home but a fortress filled with dark magic and menacing figures. She writes of the constant tension, how her days are shadowed by the looming threat of what might come next, and how she's constantly watching her back, even within her own family.

And then there's her father. He's back.

He has returned to the manor, freed from Azkaban. The details of how it happened are unclear, but Angel knows it has something to do with Voldemort's power, with his growing influence over everything. Her father's presence brings no comfort, though. In fact, it only deepens her fear. He's a shadow of the man she once knew, his loyalty to the Dark Lord absolute. His eyes, once filled with a father's warmth, are now cold, distant, and she can hardly recognise him anymore.

In her letters to Kate, Angel hints at this without giving it away completely. She tells her how her father's return has only made things worse, how the manor feels more suffocating than ever. She writes about the way he watches her, the unspoken expectations in his gaze, and how she feels as though every movement she makes is being scrutinised. There's no room for disobedience now. No room for escape.

And yet, that's what terrifies her most. 

Angel writes about the fear that grips her every time she thinks about running. If she even attempts to leave, the consequences could be dire. Her father has made it clear, in subtle and not-so-subtle ways, that loyalty to the Dark Lord is non-negotiable. Any act of defiance would be seen as a betrayal, and betrayals are not forgiven in this world. She's seen what happens to those who disobey—the curses, the punishments, the deaths.

Even now, she's watched closely. Every conversation is overheard, every glance measured. She's scared that if she tries to make a move, her father, Bellatrix, or even one of the other Death Eaters could catch on. The manor has become a gilded cage, and with each passing day, the bars seem to close in tighter.

And yet, in her letters, Angel still tries to sound brave. She tells Kate that she'll find a way, even though she's not sure how. She promises that when the new term starts, she'll be back, and they'll laugh about all of this. But deep down, she's not so certain. The terror of being trapped here—in this world of dark magic and twisted loyalties—weighs on her, more than she can admit.