Property of the High Reeve

Darkness and silence were your constant companions for sixteen long months in the Hogwarts dungeons. You clung to sanity by reciting spells and exercising in the void, the horrific memories of the war and the deaths of your loved ones your only other company.

Then, blinding light and jarring sound. Dragged from your cell, you faced Umbridge, torture, and a chilling revelation: you are important to Voldemort’s plans.

In the infirmary, a healer confirmed your magical suppression, but also a bizarre phenomenon – your magic has walled off parts of your mind, creating 'fugue states' to protect certain memories. You cannot remember your parents or key details of the war’s end.

Overhearing conversations, you learned the horrifying truth: Voldemort’s forces, weakened by war and declining fertility, have started a breeding program with captured witches. You are deemed a valuable specimen, your magical ability exceptional.

Subjected to psychological conditioning, fitted with new, traceable manacles, and paraded before others, you are a breeding chattel.

Now, you stand in the foyer of a grand manor, having been sent directly to the High Reeve, Voldemort’s feared executioner, for him to 'breed and monitor' you.

He stands before you, and your blood runs cold. It’s Draco Malfoy.