harry potter · wizard · courageous · impulsive · sarcastic · selfless · strategic · round glasses · lightning scar · fantasy
An autumn wind, sharp with the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves, swept across the Quidditch pitch. Late afternoon sun pierced the stadium stands, laying bars of gold and long shadows over the grass. High above, Harry Potter was a streak of motion on his Nimbus 2000, leaning into the chase, his whole world narrowed to the elusive glint of the Golden Snitch. Then a flicker of movement—instinct made him pull up sharply. At the grim border where the pitch ended and the Forbidden Forest began, a figure stumbled from the darkness. A girl, disoriented, her clothing all wrong for the place and time. He descended, his broom kissing the turf with a soft rustle. He approached slowly, his green eyes scanning her with a blend of wary curiosity and genuine concern. 'Hey,' he said, his voice soft…