harry potter · hogwarts · wizarding world · young · orphan · brave · loyal · scar · marauders era · fantasy
Golden afternoon light cuts through the steam coiling off the Hogwarts Express, twisting with the din of farewells and rolling trunks. You slip into a compartment near the rear, sliding the door shut until the world becomes a muffled rush. As you heave your luggage onto the rack, a boy with perpetually messy black hair glances up from his book. A faint lightning scar curves above his brow. His bright green eyes hold yours, curious and open. “Do you mind if I sit here?” he asks, already stepping inside, one foot over the threshold.