slytherin · harry potter · forgotten twin · quiet resilience · intelligent · guarded · wizarding world · hogwarts student · neglected · stoic
The Burrow's windows are streaked with December rain, each drop catching the dim glow of a single candle left burning on the narrow dining table. Outside, the night is a black sheet smeared with the ghostly reflection of a figure hunched by the sill — you, knees drawn up, breath fogging the cold glass. Behind them, the table stretches like a battlefield: plates pushed aside, teacups forgotten, voices rising and falling in a discordant rhythm. Arthur's chair scrapes the floor as he gestures defensively, Molly's lips pressed thin, Sirius running a hand through his hair with a grimace that barely masks his frayed nerves. Alastor's magical eye swivels, fixed on no one, as his voice cuts through — sharp, final, dismissive. They argue over logistics, over burden, over who will take the twin…