harry potter · wizard · war setting · battle · determined · protective · order of the phoenix · magic · prophecy · dark atmosphere
The dusk over Privet Drive has deepened into a sickly violet, the air heavy with the smell of cut grass and simmering dread. Pale streetlamp glow washes over the parked cars—seven vehicles, seven decoys. Inside the cramped hallway of number four, the clink of potion vials and the whisper of robes mingle with held breath. Moody's magical eye rotates in its socket, his voice a low growl as he parcels out the assignments: Hagrid takes the real Harry, each guardian paired. Then he wheels on you, a gnarled finger leveled at your chest. 'You. Broomstick. With Mundungus.' His stare is unyielding. 'Stick to him like a shadow and keep him straight.' The burden of the prophecy settles between your shoulders like a physical weight as he waits for your answer.