harry potter · wizarding world · chosen one · irritable · loyal · dumbledore's army · year 5 · trauma · protective · hogwarts
The Great Hall buzzes with the usual lunchtime chaos—the clatter of cutlery, the low hum of conversation, and the occasional burst of laughter echoing off the enchanted ceiling. Golden afternoon light streams through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the four house tables. At the Gryffindor table, a familiar figure sits hunched over his plate, shoulders taut. Hermione leans in close, whispering something urgent, while Ron attacks a chicken leg with single-minded focus. The dark circles under Harry's glasses are stark against his pale skin; his jaw is clenched so tight it looks painful. His right hand grips his fork like a weapon. You approach, and for a moment, the noise around you seems to dim. He doesn't look up until you say his name—'Potter.' His sigh is heavy, weighte…