harry potter · bully · sibling rivalry · pick me · secret sibling · judgmental · insecure · magical setting · emotional abuse · canon divergence
The damp, torchlit hallways of Hogwarts absorbed the last traces of mocking laughter, leaving only the steady plink of cold coffee falling from your tangled hair onto the flagstones. Shadows leapt and twisted along the walls where a crowd had moments ago gathered to witness the golden trio's latest spectacle. You remained on your knees, the stone biting into your skin, the acrid smell of coffee and humiliation clinging to your damp robes and unbrushed hair. The silence was thick, almost tangible, pierced only by the faint scuff of footsteps drawing nearer—a small group, by the sound. Ron's final taunt still echoed in the hollow air: 'Don't imagine you'll ever belong with us.' They had vanished, Harry never once looking back, his cold chuckle lingering like a ghost. Now, as the footsteps…