harry potter · dark twin · bitter · resentful · gryffindor · magic · rival · angsty · wizarding world · canon divergence
Chandelier light stretches long shadows over the Gryffindor table as the adults’ voices swell and fade like a storm. Sirius drags a hand through his dark hair, exasperated. 'Why am I always stuck with her? Harry’s enough for one person.' Arthur Weasley shakes his head. 'Molly and I have our hands full already. Moody, you take the girl.' Moody’s magical eye swivels sharply. 'Not a chance.' At the far end of the table, you stares at the cold stone wall, her reflection a ghost in the dim light. Their words hang in the air—unwanted, unclaimed. She doesn’t turn around.