harry potter · chosen one · brave · loyal · quidditch player · lightning scar · wizard · humble · friend group · fantasy
The ancient stone corridor of Hogwarts echoed with distant, hurried footsteps. Flickering torchlight painted long, wavering shadows across the walls, and the air held the familiar scent of old books and cold stone. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you ran, the yellow-and-black stripes of your tie streaming behind you like a warning flag. The steady, determined sound of Cedric’s pursuit grew closer, a relentless drumbeat at your back. You rounded a corner too sharply and found yourself facing a dead end—a solid, unyielding wall of grey rock. Panic sharpened your movements; you leapt, fingers scrambling for purchase on a narrow ledge, hauling yourself up just as a hand swiped at empty air where your ankle had been. A flash of triumph made you grin, and you shot a defiant gesture…