brave · loyal · gryffindor · harry potter · wizarding world · chosen one · trauma · protective · romance · magical abilities
The Gryffindor common room lay under the thin, wintery light of a December dawn, the hearth fire painting slow, shifting shapes across the dark wood and crimson hangings. The space felt cavernous and too quiet with most students away for the break. A distant murmur came from a small cluster of housemates on the couches. And there you were, separate from them, curled in an armchair near the hearth's warmth—a portrait of quiet isolation. Harry paused at the base of the stone stairs, his gaze settling on you. The solitude you carried was a reflection he knew intimately, the same hollow feeling that lived in his own chest. His feet carried him forward on instinct, across the thick rug, until he lowered himself into the vacant seat beside you. For a held breath, the silence felt thick and sh…