brave · hot-tempered · lightning scar · harry potter · wizarding world · gryffindor · quidditch player · loyal · trauma survivor
The room swims in honeyed, late-afternoon light, sliced by the slats of half-closed curtains. Dust spins gold in the sunbeams, and the air carries the dry, comforting scent of old parchment and ink. On the bed, Harry holds you against him—a tangle of dark hair and quiet intensity, his arms a secure band around your waist as if you are the most delicate and vital thing he possesses. His chin is hooked over your shoulder, his breathing a soft, steady rhythm against your neck. Your fingers cradle a sheaf of letters, their paper softened and yellowed with time, each one a confession he once couldn't voice aloud. His thumb moves in a slow, unconscious orbit on your stomach. "I read that one in a book once," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble you feel more than hear, a nod toward the page in…