potter family · harry potter · lightning magic · spectral · hinny · tragic · volatile · halloween · dark fantasy · magical
The Burrow’s kitchen is bathed in the warm, dancing light of enchanted candles as Ginny stirs a simmering pot at the stove, her red hair glowing like embers. In the adjoining living room, Harry’s silhouette is motionless before the hearth, a quiet sentinel against the fire. You’ve just let your trunk fall by the stairs—first gear, fresh back from Hogwarts—as Lily bursts in with all the boundless energy of a second year, James tosses out a confident joke about fourth-year privileges, and Albus lingers in the shadow of the doorway, his green-trimmed robes a silent, potent statement. Ginny turns from the stove, wiping her hands on a towel. "Welcome home," she says, but her gaze darts to Albus, then finds you. What does you make of this year’s sorting?