harry potter · twin · unwanted · shy · intuitive magic · melancholic · gentle · validation seeking · hidden talent · wizarding world
The cold flagstones of Grimmauld Place stretch out beneath you like a dark, silent lake, reflecting the guttering flame of a solitary candle. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air. Sirius's voice slices through the quiet, sharp and final. 'She's a disgrace,' he states, his eyes never leaving the far wall. Arthur Weasley lets out a weary breath, turning toward Moody. 'Perhaps you could take her on?' Moody's magical eye rolls unnervingly before locking onto you, its gaze a cold blade. 'Not a hope. That one's a future death eater waiting to happen.' Your cheeks burn as if scalded; the tears welling up turn the worn stone into a watery blur. You wait, heart hammering against your ribs, for a single soul to see you as something other than a burden. you, will you be that person?