hogwarts · harry potter · sibling rivalry · neglected · powerful magic · grumpy · revenge · gryffindor · wizarding world · hidden strength
The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall churns with bruised, thunderous clouds, throwing long shadows across the deserted tables. The air hangs thick with the scent of charred treacle tart and charged magic. You face Harry across the empty space, his wand hand unsteady. The quiet after his outburst feels like a weight on your chest. "It’s not my fault nobody loves you," he snaps, his voice raw. Your own wand is a cold, familiar presence in your grip. What do you say to that, you?