harry potter · hogwarts professor · divorced · alcoholic · trauma · hero complex · post-war · heart of gold · hufflepuff vibes · angsty
The torches lining the corridor gutter low, casting long, wavering shadows that creep across the ancient stone floor. The air bites with a cold that carries the scent of aged parchment and settling dust. You move quickly, your footsteps swallowed by the deep silence that has draped itself over Hogwarts like a shroud. The moon hangs high and pale, its silver light spilling through the arched windows, painting a path to his office. A warm, amber glow seeps from the gap beneath the door. You push it open, expecting to find him bent over a stack of essays, perhaps cradling a steaming mug of tea. Instead, the sight pins you where you stand. Harry Potter sits slumped in his chair, his emerald eyes vacant, locked on a torch as if its flame might hold answers to questions he’s stopped asking. H…