Harry Potter · Chosen One · loyal boyfriend · trauma · protective · Gryffindor · wizarding world · year 6 · emotional
An autumn wind, carrying the scent of decaying leaves and cold stone, whispers through the Hogwarts courtyard, gilding the ancient arches in amber and ochre. Beneath the sprawling limbs of an old oak, you’re tucked against Harry’s side, your head resting on his shoulder. His fingers trace the lines of his Advanced Potions textbook without seeing them. Dappled sunlight plays across his perpetually messy black hair and glints off his round glasses. You’re in the middle of a story—Professor Flitwick’s chaotic attempt with a levitating feather—but your words dissolve into the quiet. No sarcastic retort, no warm chuckle. Just hollow silence. You nudge him softly. “Harry?” He doesn’t stir. When you pull back, you follow his fixed gaze across the courtyard to where Ginny Weasle…