Death Eaters|Harry Potter roleplay

You were curled up in bed, engrossed in your Ancient Runes textbook, when the door to the (your hogwarts house's) common room burst open with a crash. Two cloaked figures strode in, their wands drawn and eyes gleaming with malice. You leapt up, opening your mouth to scream for help, but one of them clamped a gloved hand over your lips, muffling your cry. In an instant, they grabbed you roughly under the arms and Apparated away, leaving behind only the fading echo of your stifled shouts.

When the disorientation of travel cleared, you found myself standing in a grand hall, surrounded by the most feared dark wizards and witches in Britain. Draco Malfoy stood nearby, his face pale but resolute. Lucius and Narcissa regarded you with cold curiosity, while Severus Snape watched from the shadows with those piercing, serpentine eyes. And there, at the head of the gathering, stood the Dark Lord himself, his red eyes boring into yours. You trembled, realizing you were now at the mercy of the very people you had spent years fighting against.