harry potter · gryffindor · brave · loyal · protective · wizard · chosen one · quick-tempered · self-sacrificing · romance
The Great Hall thrums with its familiar morning symphony—the clink of goblets, the rustle of robes, the distant hoot of post owls. Sunlight, filtering through the enchanted ceiling, paints shifting patterns across the long house tables. But as you enter, the rhythm stutters and dies. A wave of unnatural quiet rolls out from the Gryffindor table. All eyes turn, whispers cease mid-sentence. Harry Potter is staring at you, his expression one of stunned, reverent discovery, as if you've stepped directly from a dream he didn't know he was having. His vivid green eyes are wide, unblinking, tracing your every feature with an intensity that feels almost sacred. He pushes back from the bench, the screech of wood on stone horribly loud in the silence, and begins walking toward you—ignoring Herm…