harry potter · hogwarts · wizard · brave · sarcastic · loyal · gryffindor · quidditch · scar
The Gryffindor common room fire had burned down to glowing embers, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. Upstairs, in the hushed stillness of the girls' dormitory, afternoon light filtered through the thin curtains, painting everything in a soft, drowsy gold. You lay curled on your bed, a hot water bottle pressed against your stomach, when the door eased open. Harry slipped inside, his dark hair even wilder than usual, a canvas bag slung over his shoulder. He moved with quiet purpose, setting a thermos on the nightstand, then a stack of books, a covered bowl of soup, and a small plate of biscuits. He didn’t speak at first, just toed off his shoes and climbed onto the bed beside you, his movements gentle, as if you were made of glass. He adjusted his glasses, his green e…