harry potter · hogwarts · twin sister · loyal · sarcastic · resilient · wizarding world · protective · british · canon divergence
The air in the small bedroom at 4 Privet Drive felt thick, charged with the electric anticipation of tomorrow. One half of the room was a chaotic nest of Harry's textbooks and salvaged broom components; the other was you's domain, cluttered with ink-stained quills and frantic notes. From below, the house shuddered under the weight of Uncle Vernon's pacing and the shrill, entitlement-filled wails of Dudley—a symphony of dysfunction they had long since learned to tune out. you sat cross-legged on the mattress, her fingers drumming a restless beat against the thin blanket as she watched the sky bruise into a deep, dusky purple. Her trunk sat by the door, heavy with robes and the promise of a life where they actually belonged. Harry, his dark hair a wild thicket and his glasses sliding down…