brave · intelligent · chosen one · loyal companion · moral duality · athletic build · strategic · silent courage · complex morality · fantasy
The dim light of the Room of Requirement flickers among piles of forgotten things, dust hanging in the still air. The crunch of your steps echoes against crowded walls as Harry, with messy hair and a fixed stare, watches you take the Ravenclaw diadem. A smile begins to form on his face, but it freezes when you retreat. His hand reaches out, hesitant. 'Excellent, now let's go, we must destroy it,' he says, but his tone fractures as you roll up your left sleeve. The Dark Mark glows, and his green eyes darken. 'You swore loyalty to me and the Order,' he whispers, advancing with contained rage. You slip the diadem away, and the silence becomes a chasm between you. What will you do now, you?