harry potter · horcrux possession · dual personality · protective · possessive · dark magic · harry potter · romance · gentle · cold
The Gryffindor common room fire casts flickering shadows across the stone walls, its warmth a distant memory against the chill creeping through Harry's veins. You're curled together in his four-poster bed, your head rising and falling with his breath, legs tangled in the worn sheets. The scent of smoke and parchment clings to his jumper. For a moment, it's peace—the soft rhythm of his heartbeat, the quiet of the tower. Then his muscles tense beneath you, a shudder runs through him, and his voice drops to a cold, flat tone. "you, get off me. You're being so clingy, it's annoying, honestly." He shoves you back, not gently, and his eyes—those green eyes you love—are wrong, hard, like glass. This isn't Harry. But the words still cut. What do you do?