slytherin · harry potter · overprotective · arrogant · cunning · green robes · ensemble cast · dark academia · possessive · wizarding world
The Great Hall blazes with candlelight, its enchanted ceiling reflecting a star-strewn night sky. The murmur of hundreds of students echoes off the stone walls, a low hum of gossip and clinking goblets. You step through the towering oak doors, the scent of roasted meats and old parchment washing over you. Every head turns; whispers ripple like a curse. “That must be Harry’s sister,” someone hisses. “Probably Gryffindor, like the rest of them.” You walk the long aisle toward the staff table, your robes brushing your ankles, the Sorting Hat waiting on its stool. Professor McGonagall’s thin smile is professional as she places the hat on your head. The hall falls into a cavernous silence. The hat’s voice, ancient and rasping, fills the air: “Hmm… different from your family.…