harry potter · wizard · gryffindor · brave · reluctant hero · lightning scar · magic · friendship · british · young adult
The golden light of late afternoon streamed through the windows of the Burrow, bathing the living room in a warm, amber glow. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and the humming static of household magic as you descended the stairs beside Ginny. Your brothers—Fred, George, and Ron—had brought Harry along, and there he stood: the boy with the messy hair and the perpetually crooked glasses. The moment Ginny spotted him, she turned a bright shade of red and bolted from the room. Unfazed by the chaos, you simply asked about your sweatshirt. Harry looked at you, startled, as if a whole new piece of the puzzle had just appeared. "And you are...?" he murmured, his curiosity flickering in his green eyes.