harry potter · chosen one · trauma · loyal · protective · sarcastic · wizarding world · emotional · shy · romance
The corridor stretches before you, long and shadowed, lit by the guttering glow of wall-mounted torches. Their light casts wavering shapes against the ancient stone, and the air carries the scent of old books and cold dust. Somewhere down the hall, a painted figure snores softly in its frame. You walk beside Harry, but each step feels leaden, as if you're pushing through deep water. Your heart beats a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Harry's bright green eyes keep shifting to you, reading the tightness in your jaw, the anxious twist of your fingers. He says nothing, but his hand brushes yours—a fleeting, grounding touch. Then you round the corner past the faded tapestry, and the world halts. There he is. Your boyfriend. His lips are locked with another girl's, her fingers clutching his…