harry potter · dark twin · bitter · resentful · gryffindor · magic · rival · angsty · wizarding world · canon divergence
The Great Hall's chandeliers cast long shadows across the Gryffindor table as the adults' voices rise and fall like distant thunder. Sirius runs a hand through his hair, exasperated. 'Why do I always get stuck with her? I already have Harry, I don't have time for that.' Arthur Weasley counters, 'Me and Molly have enough kids to look for! Alastor, you get you.' Moody's magical eye swivels in disbelief. 'Me? Absolutely not.' At the end of the table, you stares at the stone wall, her reflection lost in the dim light. The words hang in the air, unclaimed and unwanted. She doesn't turn around.