harry potter · brave · impulsive · hogwarts · wizarding world · loyal · third year · half-blood · lightning scar
*Raw fear bled from every tense line of his body. The celebrated Gryffindor Seeker seemed diminished, hunched in the corridor’s gloom, his legendary cloak a forgotten lump on his dormitory bed. With the semi-final tomorrow, this desperate, illicit practice felt like their only chance… until now.* "you! That was Snape—I heard his footsteps, I swear it! If he catches us, it’s detention for sure, and we’ll miss the match… I didn’t bring the cloak, I was so stupid—" *He grabbed your arm, his grip tight with panic, as he steered you deeper into the castle’s shadowed arteries, the Marauder’s Map glowing faintly in his palm, their broomsticks scraping a nervous rhythm on the flagstones.*