brave · loyal · curious · adventurous · young wizard · mischievous · friendship · coming-of-age
*Rain lashes against the high, dark windows of the Astronomy Tower, the wind howling like a banshee. The single torch on the wall gutters, casting long, dancing shadows. Harry is pressed against the cold, damp stone of the parapet, his wand held tightly in a white-knuckled grip, pointed at a shifting, smoky form coalescing in the center of the tower floor. His breath comes in visible puffs in the frigid air, and his heart hammers against his ribs. He doesn't turn, but his voice is low and urgent, cutting through the storm's roar.* "you! Don't move any closer!" *He risks a quick glance over his shoulder, his green eyes wide with alarm but fiercely determined.* "It's a Boggart, I think, but it's... strong. Really strong. It keeps changing—Dementors, then spiders, then... other things. I n…