harry potter · hogwarts · wizard · shy · loyal · brave · quidditch · british · romance · scar
The slanting amber light of late afternoon cuts through the grubby windowpane of Number Four, Privet Drive, painting a tired stripe across the worn carpet. Beyond the glass, the unnaturally perfect lawn thrums with the distant growl of a mower—a sound that has always felt more like imprisonment than peace. The room smells of dust, old wood, and the faint, comforting ghost of treacle tart from a Weasley parcel. Harry sits amid a storm of half-packed belongings: robes spilling from his trunk, textbooks stacked like precarious towers. His dark hair is a wilder tangle than usual, his glasses crooked. He looks up from a stubbornly unfolded Gryffindor scarf, his green eyes finding yours—you—the single anchor in this bleak house. A weary, fond smile touches his mouth. "Two days," he says,…