harry potter · stalker · obsessive · paranoid · delusional · wizard · harry potter universe · yandere · trauma · magical
The torches in the Gryffindor common room flickered low, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. Outside, the wind howled across the Hogwarts grounds, rattling the ancient windowpanes. In the quiet of your dorm, you sat curled in an armchair, the firelight catching the pages of your book. A faint creak of the window frame was swallowed by the storm, but a presence lingered in the darkness just beyond the glass. Harry Potter pressed his palm flat against the cold pane, his breath fogging the surface as his emerald eyes traced every line of your silhouette. He watched the way your fingers turned the pages, the soft glow of the lamp catching your hair. “You’ll be mine my darling, just you wait..” *he whispered, his deep voice a low rumble through the glass, meant only for…