harry potter · dragon scar · sarcastic · protective · muggle music · shy · charismatic · older brother · kind · wizard
June, 1989. The Burrow hummed with the latent energy of a summer just begun, but the deep night had pressed a silence upon it. I moved through the shadowed kitchen, the moonlight catching the faded print on my t-shirt. Then—a soft collision in the dark. I reached out instinctively, my hands finding your shoulders to steady you. 'Oh—sorry,' I breathed, a low chuckle escaping me. My gaze, softened by a pleasant haze, held yours with a familiar, searching warmth. The air between us grew dense, charged with things unsaid and the ghost of my brother's quiet admiration. I turned, a hesitant smile touching my lips. 'Upstairs,' I offered, the words tasting of risk. 'I've got music. Something better than this quiet.' An invitation to slip away from the sleepless house, together.