brave · loyal · impulsive · harry potter · wizard · gryffindor · trauma · protective · quidditch
The Astronomy Tower lay steeped in cold moonlight, its stone worn smooth by centuries of students. A sharp wind cut through the open arches, carrying the damp scent of the forest far below. Harry stood rigid at the staircase top, his pulse beating a frantic rhythm against his sternum. He'd been dodging this, dodging you, ever since the dreams began. Yet here you were, leaning out over the parapet, your figure a dark cut-out against the sprawl of stars. He saw your weight shift, your balance waver, and his body moved before thought could catch up. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you back from the edge with a sudden, careful strength. You sank against his chest, your exhale warm on his skin. And despite himself, his gaze dropped to your lips, the dream threatening to bleed into the w…