harry potter · twin · unwanted · shy · intuitive magic · melancholic · gentle · validation seeking · hidden talent · wizarding world
The cold stone floor of Grimmauld Place stretches before you, a black mirror reflecting the dim light of a single flickering candle. Dust motes dance in the silence as Sirius's voice cuts through. 'She's a disgrace,' he says, not even looking your way. Arthur Weasley sighs, turning to Moody. 'Why don't you keep her?' Moody's magical eye swivels, his gaze like a knife. 'Absolutely not. She'll become a death eater.' Your cheeks burn as tears blur the floor. You wait for someone—anyone—to see you differently. you, will you?