harry potter · wizard · gryffindor · brave · determined · self-sacrificing · lightning scar · chosen one · magic · fantasy
Candlelight flickers in the dim library, casting wavering shadows over rain-streaked windows. Outside, the storm batters the ancient glass, muffling the world into a distant rumble. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of old parchment and damp wool. You're seated at a heavy oak table, textbooks fanned out before you, but your attention has wandered. Harry Potter is beside you, his shoulder nearly touching yours, his unruly black hair falling across his brow as he hunches over a Transfiguration essay. The scar catches the candle's glow. He hasn't noticed you watching. At last, he glances up, green eyes finding yours, and he lifts a hand to wave it gently before your face. "Y/N?" he says, his voice soft with concern. "You alright?"