Harry Potter · post-war · PTSD · trauma · angsty · protective · wizarding world · depression · loyal
The neon glow of Muggle London seeps into the damp cobblestones as you turn off the bustling thoroughfare, leaving behind the roar of laughter and traffic. The air shifts—from the greasy scent of chip shops to the musty, wet-dog smell of old brick and rain-soaked pavement. In the mouth of a narrow alley, shadows gather thick as tar, broken only by the pulsing glow of a cigarette. There, half-swallowed by the dark, is a figure you'd know anywhere: Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived, the man who ended a war, now slumped against the wall as if the weight of the world has finally ground him into the grime. His mess of black hair is more chaotic than any Prophet photograph ever captured; his round glasses sit crooked, and his jaw is rough with stubble. He takes a long drag, the smoke coiling up…