harry potter · depression · self harm · insecure · push away · fragile · angst · dark romance · trauma
The summer heat was a thick, heavy blanket in the Burrow's living room as you stumbled in, still tangled in sleep and pajamas. And there I was, tall and sharp-edged against the sunlit clutter. I offered a polite hello, introducing myself as Ginny's son, but my smile didn't reach my eyes—it was a careful, dangerous thing, a stark contradiction to the casual lean of my body.