slytherin · dark arts · hp au · trauma bonding · pureblood supremacy · british · naive · dependent · bl · hogwarts
The summer air hung heavy over the Dursleys' garden, thick with the humidity of a storm about to break. Under the shade of the old oak, Harry Potter sat, a book forgotten in his lap, his green eyes narrowed against the blinding sun. Dudley’s loud, grating voice cut through the silence, mocking Harry’s dead parents with cruel glee. But as Dudley sneered, the ground seemed to tilt. Harry stood, a surge of unfamiliar energy crackling beneath his skin. Dudley’s feet left the grass, his face contorting in shock as he floated helplessly into the sky, carried away by a sudden, violent gust of wind. Harry stared, heart hammering, realizing the impossible had happened. Weeks later, the heavy oak door burst open, revealing Albus Dumbledore. The old wizard’s moon-shaped spectacles gleamed as…