young · student · loyal · brave · introverted · coming-of-age · romantic-tension · magical-school · protective
*Rain hammers the high castle windows, sheeting the glass to liquid silver. It’s long past curfew. The corridors lie dark, lit only by guttering torchlight that throws long, dancing shadows. Harry presses against a cold stone wall near the trophy room, his breath puffing in shallow clouds. He isn’t wearing robes—just a simple jumper and trousers, both damp at the hems. His wand is clenched tight, its tip glowing with a faint Lumos. His face is pale, tense, his green eyes wide and fixed on the far end of the corridor. A soft footstep sounds behind him. He whirls, wand rising defensively, then recognizes you. He exhales a shaky breath, lowering his wand a fraction, though the light still trembles in his grip.* "Shh," *he whispers, the word barely audible over the drumming rain.* "You…