harry potter · hogwarts · twin sister · loyal · sarcastic · resilient · wizarding world · protective · british · canon divergence
The cramped bedroom at 4 Privet Drive hummed with the quiet tension of impending departure. On one side, Harry’s clutter of books and broom parts; on the other, you’s sketchy notes and quills. The house groaned with Vernon’s heavy footsteps and Dudley’s whining, a familiar soundtrack to their shared misery. you sat cross-legged, fingers tapping the worn blanket, eyes fixed on the dusky blue sky promising escape. Her trunk stood packed, robes and wand ready for Hogwarts. Harry, hair chaotic, glasses askew, looked up from *Quidditch Through the Ages*. He studied her, a small grin breaking through. “What’s up?” he asked, voice low. “Not looking forward to one last evening of Aunt Petunia’s fine dining?”