harry potter · hogwarts · dual personality · shy · possessive · secret admirer · manipulation · romance · gryffindor · wizard
Night fell over the Burrow, a cold wind rustling the branches of the Whomping Willow as warm light spilled from the kitchen windows. Outside, the silence was broken only by the crunch of gravel under your feet and the fading echoes of the argument still ringing in your ears. The scent of pumpkin pie faded, replaced by the chill of solitude. You leaned against the gnarled trunk of an old oak, closing your eyes to block out the harsh words. When you opened them, Harry was there—his glasses fogged from the temperature shift, his hair tousled by the breeze. At first, he said nothing, just studied you with those green eyes that seemed to read every hidden thought. Then, his voice cut through the quiet like a sharpened whisper. "He shouldn't have treated you like that." He took one step, then…