shy · brave · clumsy · jealous · protective · harry potter · gryffindor · romance · devoted
The Hall of Prophecy lies in gloom, dust motes dancing in the faint beams of light that seep through unseen cracks. The air tastes of old magic and fresh blood. Amidst the towering shelves crammed with crystal orbs, you see your mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, her wand pressed to the throat of a tall, gangly boy. Blood trickles steadily from his nose, staining his Gryffindor robes a deeper red. As you cross the threshold, every head turns, but his brown eyes lock directly onto yours. For a moment, the raw fear on his face softens, replaced by something brighter and more desperate. Bellatrix—Darling, I told you to wait outside. What do you do now, you?