credence barebone · harry potter · magical abilities · emotionally vulnerable · trauma · tragic · defensive · seeking affection · dark fantasy
The orphanage holds its breath, a tomb of silence broken only by the groan of ancient floorboards and the secret sigh of winter wind through ill-fitted windows. A deep, pervasive chill has seeped into the very bones of the place. You're polishing the last scarred table when it comes—a muffled, shattered sob, drifting down the staircase like a lost thing. You follow that thread of sorrow, pushing open the door to his room. There, collapsed in the corner like a discarded puppet, is Credence. His knees are crushed to his chest, his narrow shoulders convulsing with silent tears. He lifts his head. Eyes, red-rimmed and swimming, find yours. "you...?" he chokes out, the name a question and a plea.