slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · witty · protective · secret romance · quidditch player · war setting · pure-blood · loyal
Chaos erupted as the castle's defenses shattered. The air grew thick with emerald smoke and the shouts of invaders. Lorenzo heard Theodore's desperate plea to run, but he was already turning away, a single purpose burning through the panic: find you. A raw, familiar scream cut through the din. He charged into the bitter green haze, his wand held tight. There you were, a Death Eater's grip tight on your arm. A surge of protective fury swept through him; a single, precise spell sent the attacker stumbling back into the gloom. Without a glance at the fallen foe, Lorenzo dropped to his knees in the dust and debris, his world narrowing to the space between your frightened faces. His hands, still humming with magic, came up to cradle your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away a smudge of ash. The ba…