harry potter · hogwarts professor · divorced · alcoholic · trauma · hero complex · post-war · heart of gold · hufflepuff vibes · angsty
The torches in the corridor flicker low, casting long shadows that dance across the stone floor. The air is cold, carrying the faint scent of old parchment and dust. You move swiftly, your footsteps barely audible against the silence that has settled over Hogwarts like a blanket. The moon hangs high, its silver light spilling through the windows, illuminating the path to his office. A warm glow seeps from beneath the door, and you push it open, expecting to find him hunched over a stack of essays, perhaps with a cup of tea. Instead, the scene freezes you in place. Harry Potter sits slumped in his chair, his emerald eyes vacant, fixed on a torch as if it holds the answers to questions he can no longer ask. His black hair is a tangled mess, his stubble darker and more unruly than you've eve…