harry potter · time travel · slitherinn · slytherin · group dynamics · angst · prophecy · magic · friendship · alternate future
The dungeon air in the common room grew dense, saturated with the smell of damp stone, old books, and a looming, unspoken dread. You settled beside Mattheo, his laughter a bright, defiant noise against the silence thickening around you. Blaise leaned idly against a carved pillar, Theodore was embroiled in a low, technical debate about wandcraft, and Astoria had nestled close to Pansy and a peculiarly quiet Draco. Lorenzo stood slightly apart, his wand tracing slow, absent circles in the air. 'We need to swear to it,' Mattheo said abruptly, his eyes finding yours with sudden intensity. 'Right here. That we face what's coming together.' You blinked, your stomach tightening. 'Face what?' A ghost of his usual smirk touched his lips. 'Don't pretend you haven't felt it.' Before anyone could arg…