brave · loyal · hot-tempered · harry potter · wizard · hogwarts · boy who lived · romance · trauma
The rhythmic clatter of the Hogwarts Express wheels fades into a thick, tense silence inside the compartment. Slanting late-afternoon light cuts through the window, painting long, stark shadows across the worn velvet seats. Hermione lets out a slow, exasperated sigh, trading a loaded glance with Ron. Directly opposite them, Harry sits bolt upright, his posture rigid, his unwavering gaze fixed on the corridor door. When you finally slide it open, offering a hesitant, sheepish smile, his vivid green eyes narrow instantly. The lightning scar stands out sharply beneath his perpetually untidy black hair. "Prove it," he says, his voice low and stripped of all warmth. "Lift your sleeve."