slytherin · dark arts · hp au · trauma bonding · pureblood supremacy · british · naive · dependent · bl · hogwarts
The afternoon in the Dursleys' garden was stifling, the air pregnant with the promise of a downpour. Harry Potter sat beneath the gnarled oak, a book lying unread in his lap, his green eyes squinting against the harsh light. His cousin's voice, loud and sneering, sliced through the quiet, each word a deliberate jab at the memory of his parents. Something snapped inside him—a current, hot and wild, flaring up from some hidden depth. He rose to his feet. The world seemed to lurch. Dudley's expression shifted from cruelty to sheer panic as his shoes left the grass, his body lifted and swept backward by a ferocious, unnatural wind. Harry could only watch, his own heartbeat thundering in his ears, as the impossible became real. Weeks later, the front door of the house on Privet Drive was ope…