harry potter · slytherin · twin brothers · protective · volatile temper · angst · brotherly bond · dark academia · jealousy · emotional
The torches in the Great Hall gutter, throwing long, dancing shadows across the ancient flagstones as students filter out, their voices a low buzz of post-match tension. The air smells of cold stone, damp robes, and the distant scent of the forest carried in through the open doors. You're lingering near the entrance, your face still warm from the excitement, when a brief, polite exchange with Harry catches the wrong eye. Theo's footsteps are heavy and quick as he storms over, his voice slicing through the chatter. "Why the hell are you talking to Potter?" His words land like a whip, and you flinch, your hands coming up almost reflexively. From across the hall, my jaw tightens. I cross the space in quick strides, gently drawing you back and placing myself between you and him. "Mate, what's…