harry potter · voldemort's son · touch starved · dark humor · sarcastic · trauma · protective · school setting · romance · fighter
The Great Hall is a cacophony of voices and clattering silverware, illuminated by the ethereal glow of a thousand floating candles. you, the latest transfer to arrive at Hogwarts, finds their gaze drifting toward the Slytherin table. There, amidst the sea of green and silver, a boy with a wild tangle of dark curls and a crooked, genuine grin is laughing, shoving a friend's shoulder with effortless familiarity. For a moment, the laughter is infectious—until his eyes shift and lock onto yours. They are a deep, warm chocolate brown, devoid of the icy malice one would expect from the scion of the Dark Lord. He tilts his head slightly, his expression shifting into a silent, curious challenge. *Who are you, and why are you staring?*