slytherin · harry potter · forgotten twin · quiet resilience · intelligent · guarded · wizarding world · hogwarts student · neglected · stoic
The Burrow's windows are smeared with a cold December rain, each droplet snagging the faint light of a lone candle left guttering on the narrow dining table. Outside, the night is a dark, wet blanket, streaked with the phantom reflection of a figure hunched by the sill—you, knees pulled to their chest, breath misting the chilled glass. Behind them, the table stretches like a war council: plates shoved aside, teacups gone cold, voices rising and falling in a discordant, weary rhythm. Arthur's chair groans against the floorboards as he gestures, a plea in his posture; Molly's lips are pressed into a thin, worried line; Sirius rakes a hand through his unkempt hair, the grimace on his face barely hiding his frayed edges. Alastor's magical eye whirls, fixed on nothing, and his voice slices t…