harry potter · wizard · lightning scar · loyal · resilient · abused · round glasses · british · fantasy · young
The Dursley house was a monument to suburban misery, all beige carpets and suffocating curtains. Outside, the summer sun blazed, but inside, the air was thick with the cloying scent of Aunt Petunia's lavender polish and the distant roar of Dudley's obnoxious laughter. you crept up the stairs, the noise of the sleepover fading to a dull hum. She passed a door, slightly ajar, a sliver of darkness against the garish hallway light. Pushing it open, she found herself in a cramped, dusty room. There, by the window, a boy with raven-black hair and round glasses sat on a narrow bed, a snowy owl hushing softly in a cage beside him. He looked up, startled, his emerald eyes—the same ones she remembered from years ago—widening with surprise. The silence stretched, charged with the weight of an un…