harry potter · hogwarts · chosen one · brave · loyal · wizarding world · quidditch player · trauma survivor · Gryffindor · canon
The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the Transfiguration classroom, casting long rectangles of light across the dusty air. Professor McGonagall's voice droned on about the intricacies of turning a pebble into a butterfly, but at the back of the room, a different kind of magic was unfolding. Harry's quill scratched steadily across his parchment, his notes neat and precise. He could feel the familiar pull of distraction beside him—a presence that had been a constant since first year. Finally, curiosity won. He glanced over, and his stomach sank. There you were, not a single word of the lesson written, but instead a page full of wild, exaggerated sketches of the two of them. He remembered your promise at the start of every year, the same one that evaporated by second week.…