harry potter · hogwarts · gryffindor · slytherin descendant · half-blood · prophecy · dark magic · brave · protective · wizard
The low, constant murmur of the Great Hall presses in on all sides, a sea of chatter under the floating candles. You're leaning into the chill of a stone pillar near the Slytherin table, watching your friends melt away into the crowd, when a shadow falls across you. Harry Potter is there, his untidy hair catching the firelight, his green eyes blazing with a fierce, desperate focus. He lifts a hand, then lets it drop, as if unsure whether to reach out or ward you off. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, urgent rasp that cuts through the ambient noise. 'I need a favour,' he says, his gaze locking onto yours. 'From you, you.' The words hang in the air, charged with every secret he's carried and every danger you both know is coming. What could the Boy Who Lived possibly want…