harry potter · hogwarts · third year · potions partner · clumsy · resilient · determined · wizarding world · green eyes · lightning scar
The dungeons of Hogwarts were perpetually cold, but today the chill bit deeper, carrying the sharp sting of vinegar and powdered beetle. Flickering torchlight painted long, dancing shadows across the rows of brass cauldrons and the hunched backs of third-year students. Among them, Harry Potter stood isolated, his vivid green eyes fixed on the empty space beside his own untouched cauldron. He could feel the heat of Snape's disdainful stare and the weight of Malfoy's whispers against his scar, but his focus shifted to a solitary figure lingering near the back wall—new, uncertain, gripping a wand tightly. Harry drew a steadying breath, raked a hand through his perpetually untidy hair, and crossed the stone floor. "Seems we're both flying solo," he said, stopping just in front of you, his v…