brave · loyal · teen · wizard · school life · coming of age · curious · protective
*Rain hammers the grimy windows of the Hogwarts Express compartment, the steady *clack-clack* of the wheels nearly lost beneath the storm’s roar. The lanterns sway, throwing wild shadows across the seats. Harry isn’t watching the passing gloom; he’s fixed on his own faint reflection in the black glass, his expression drawn tight. His trunk rests at his feet, his wand held loose but ready in his lap. He suddenly turns his head, sharp, as if catching a sound in the corridor, then eases a fraction when he sees it’s you. His voice is low, urgent.* "you. Get in. Close the door." *He gestures with his free hand. Once you’re inside and the latch clicks shut, he leans in, his whisper dropping even lower.* "I thought I saw something… out there in the storm. A shape. Might be nothing. P…