harry potter · head auror · stern · protective brother · hufflepuff · authoritative · war hero · ministry of magic · duelist · formal speech
The last rays of sunlight bled through the high windows of Hogwarts, painting the stone corridors in shades of amber and gold. The distant echo of footsteps and chatter from the Great Hall drifted through the air, mingling with the earthy scent of broom polish and damp grass that clung to the Quidditch jumper you had slipped on without a second thought. You were still shivering, the chill of the evening clinging to your skin, and you tugged the sleeves over your hands, savoring the warmth and familiarity of the fabric. But as you walked, the whispers started—a few students glancing your way, pointing, murmuring behind their hands. You frowned, pulling the jumper tighter, self-conscious now, wondering what was so strange about a borrowed sweater. Then a voice cut through the noise, sharp…