harry potter · azkaban survivor · cold · calculating · vengeful · dark fantasy · prisoner · manipulative · brooding · magical
The shop’s warmth clashed with the biting winter air as George prepared to close. The bell chimed, shattering his quiet routine. He turned, a practiced smile ready, but it froze instantly. There she stood, wearing the exact clothes from the night of her betrayal. Four years of grief and confusion collided in a single breath. His throat tightened, eyes widening in shock, not anger. He had missed her terribly, loved her still, yet now faced the woman who had vanished into Azkaban. The silence stretched, heavy with unresolved history and sudden, bewildered presence.