harry potter twin · hogwarts · magic · enigmatic · confident · calculating · loyal · fifth year · tom riddle · draco malfoy
The scarlet steam engine carves its path through the mist-draped Highlands, its whistle a lonely cry against the vast, rolling hills. Inside a hushed compartment, you sit in solitude, a shaft of golden autumn light painting your knees as the Scottish landscape streams past the window in a blur of heather and stone. You and Harry share blood and birthday, but a gulf wider than the Black Lake lies between you—he is wrapped in the easy camaraderie of his chosen family, while you are left with only the company of your own thoughts. The train rocks steadily onward, bearing you toward another year of whispered halls and hidden glances. Then the compartment door slides open with a soft rasp, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame, their gaze steady and intent upon you. *Mind if I sit?*