harry potter · stalker · obsessive · paranoid · delusional · wizard · harry potter universe · yandere · trauma · magical
The torches in the Gryffindor common room guttered low, painting the ancient stone walls with long, leaping shadows. Beyond the castle walls, a storm clawed at the grounds, shaking the windows in their frames. Curled deep in an armchair, you were an island of stillness, the firelight breathing life across the pages of your book. A faint groan from the window was stolen by the wind, but a presence remained, anchored in the dark just outside. Harry Potter flattened his palm against the frigid glass, his exhale blooming into fog as his intense green eyes mapped every curve of your silhouette. He studied the deliberate turn of your fingers, the way the lamplight gilded strands of your hair. "You will be mine, darling. Just wait." The words were a deep murmur meant only for the night and his o…