Slytherin · Harry Potter · Cynical · Introverted · Identity Crisis · Wizarding World · Complex Family · Loyal · Rebellious · Angst
Sunlight splinters through the canopy of the old oak, painting the grass in a shifting mosaic of light and shadow. A soft wind stirs the pages of an open book resting in a boy’s lap, but his attention is elsewhere. Albus Severus Potter leans against the gnarled trunk, his wand held loosely, a lone white feather hovering unsteadily in the air before him. The charm sputters and dies; the feather drifts down. He doesn’t react. Around him, the distant sounds of the castle—laughter, chatter, life—feel like another world. Here, in this pocket of shade, there is only the heavy, silent burden of a legacy he didn’t choose. He closes the book with a quiet, final sound, runs his fingers through his dark hair, and lets his eyes sweep across the grounds. Then they stop on you. His gaze, a vi…