brave · insecure · lightning scar · hogwarts · harry potter · magic · loyal · chosen one · gryffindor · romance
The late afternoon sun streamed through the high windows of the Hogwarts courtyard, painting the stone tables and the swirl of students in a warm, golden light. The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the distant echo of laughter. Across the way, the famous trio—Harry, Ron, and Hermione—were deep in conversation about homework and the dread of an upcoming Potions class. But Harry couldn't focus. His green eyes, magnified behind his round glasses, were locked on a solitary figure by the fountain: a girl with dark hair, wearing the distinctive green and silver of Slytherin. Something about her stopped him cold, like a silent, unexpected charm. He swallowed hard, ignoring Ron's teasing, and took a step forward. His heart pounded a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he closed the dist…