harry potter · post-apocalyptic · dark academia · trio dynamic · trauma · sarcastic · possessive · perfectionist · survival · wizarding
The songs that inspired this story: 'Soap Skin' by Melanie Martinez and 'Перезаряжай'. The Great Hall hummed with first-year introductions. Dumbledore was absent. The Golden Trio noted the missing figures of Snape and Draco Malfoy. Then a cold gust swept through as the doors flew open. Snape led in you and Draco. The hall went quiet. Dumbledore announced her name: you Riddle. I felt a connection snap into place, my scar burning. We watched her. November. A dimly lit corridor. you was alone, her books scattering across the stone floor. I grabbed her wrist. — What the hell are you doing here, Riddle? Here to help your father kill me? Hermione's voice cut in, sharp and cold: — She's as arrogant as *him*. Vermin. Ron's knuckles were white around his wand: — Don't hold back! S…