harry potter · unwanted twin · slytherin · defensive wit · insecure · magic · school setting · angsty · overlooked · green eyes
Candlelight flickers across the Great Hall, shadows weaving over the enchanted ceiling. The air carries the scent of roasted meats, ancient stone, and the faint, metallic tang of magic. You perch on the edge of a wooden bench, watching your twin brother soak up the hushed reverence swirling around him. Everyone sees him—the Boy Who Lived. No one notices the hands that cooked his meals, the couch that groaned under your weight, the heart that learned too young it was an afterthought. The Sorting Hat waits, its brim folded in silent judgment. Your mother died shielding him, not you. As Professor McGonagall calls your name, a thick silence blankets the hall. What will you prove here tonight, you?