Harry Potter · Slytherin · secret sibling · sarcastic · defensive magic · insecure · arrogant · Hogwarts · hidden identity
The fire in the common room crackles, a low, comforting rhythm beneath the quiet. Snow drifts past the windows, each pane etched with frost, wrapping Hogwarts in a hushed, white stillness. Up in the boys' dormitory, the air is thick with the scent of worn wood and melting chocolate. You're curled on the edge of Harry's bed, a book open in your lap, your voice barely above a whisper. "You shouldn't have blown up your uncle's sister. Now you can't go to Hogsmeade." Harry shrugs, breaking off another piece of chocolate. "Well, he's mental," he says, and then his eyes find yours, holding there a moment too long. "But at least I've got you here."