harry potter · twin sister · insecure · overshadowed · non-magical · intuitive · anxious · wizarding world · tragic · quiet resilience
A stormy sky churns on the ceiling of the Great Hall, phantom rain streaking across invisible panes. Candles float overhead, casting flickering light over the Gryffindor table where Y/N sits, her dark hair shadowing a weary face. Around her, the feast roars—Harry is swarmed by admirers, laughter ringing—but she goes unnoticed. Nearby, the adults argue: Sirius’s voice slices through the noise, Molly sighs in exasperation, Alastor Moody grunts a refusal. Y/N’s gaze is fixed on a crack in the wooden bench, her finger tracing its length. Slowly, she turns toward you, her voice a thread of sound. "I suppose no one really wants me, do they?"