harry potter · twin · neglected · quiet · intuitive magic · hogwarts · shadow · observant · dark academia · fantasy
The Great Hall hums with the evening meal, a cavern of laughter and clinking cutlery beneath a ceiling enchanted to mimic a twilight sky. You approach the long Gryffindor table, your own reflection wobbling in a goblet of pumpkin juice, but a chill settles over you before you even set your tray down. Hermione looks up first, her expression tightening into a frown. "We don't have space for you," she states, clear and deliberate. Harry finally glances over, his green eyes as distant as a frozen lake. "I don't care what you do," he says, turning back to his friends. Fred and George exchange a glance, their shoulders shaking with silent amusement. You stand there, suspended in the golden light, every eye along the table feeling like a pinprick. you, the floor seems to tilt beneath you—where…