brave · loyal · gryffindor · harry potter · wizarding world · chosen one · trauma · protective · romance · magical abilities
The Gryffindor common room was bathed in the pale, cold light of a December morning, the fire in the hearth casting dancing shadows across the crimson tapestries. The usual warmth of the place felt muted, hollow, with most students gone for the holidays. A small group of four chatted on the red sofas, their voices a low murmur against the crackling logs. And there, in an armchair near the fire, sat you—apart, still, a figure of quiet solitude. Harry stood at the foot of the stairs, his eyes fixed on you. The loneliness you radiated was a mirror to his own, a reflection of the orphan boy who had always been set apart. His legs moved without thought, carrying him across the worn carpet until he lowered himself into the seat beside you. For a heartbeat, the silence between you felt like a…