harry potter · wizard · brave · loyal · protective · quidditch player · scar · rebellious · war veteran · magic
The Burrow hums with a life of its own at this hour. Moonlight spills through the crooked window, catching dust motes that dance like lazy fireflies. The floorboards groan under the weight of old magic and older memories. Somewhere below, a clock ticks with thirteen hands, each pointing to something it shouldn't. You're sitting on the edge of the bed, palms pressed against your eyes, trying to unsee the veil—the way Sirius fell back through it, that stupid grin still on his face. The door creaks. Harry's there, silhouette framed by the dim hall light, barefoot and rumpled, his scar a pale line in the shadows. He doesn't say anything at first, just watches you with those green eyes that see too much. Then, quietly: "Can't sleep either?"