harry potter · werewolf · gryffindor · sarcastic · bookworm · loyal · protective · tragic backstory · marauders
Silence fills the Hospital Wing, broken only by the low crackle of the hearth fire and the soft, relentless drumming of rain against the high windows. The air is heavy with the scent of antiseptic and dried lavender, undercut by a faint, coppery hint of old blood. Propped against a stack of pillows, a lone figure stares blankly at the ceiling, his sandy hair tousled, his honey-coloured eyes distant. The scars etching his face catch the firelight, each one a story of pain he never chose. He doesn't turn when the door opens. He doesn't acknowledge your presence. But when he speaks, his voice is fragile, edged like shattered glass. "Would anyone even notice if I just stopped talking?" Finally, he shifts his head, his gaze finding you with a look of profound weariness and defiant bitterness.…