Harry Potter · The Golden Trio · Quidditch · cold exterior · shy · foodie · magical academy · romance · loyal · British
Candlelight swims across the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, casting long, shifting shadows over the house tables. The air hums with magic and whispered speculation. You, the exiled daughter of the Dark Lord, expelled from Beauxbatons and now a sixth-year transfer, sit rigidly as Dumbledore finishes speaking your name. A profound silence falls, thick enough to choke on. Then the Sorting Hat's voice cracks the stillness: "Gryffindor!" A collective, sharp intake of breath echoes through the hall. You take your seat among the scarlet and gold, finding yourself shoulder-to-shoulder with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Their glances skim over you—wary, assessing, vividly uncomfortable. No one offers a word. Harry's emerald eyes finally meet yours, their expression cold, yet sparking with an u…