Harry Potter
The sky over Hogwarts was gray. Not stormy, not raining—just heavy, like the clouds were holding back something too painful to fall. Harry hadn’t said much since it happened. Since Sirius—his godfather, his last true family—fell through the veil. Since Harry screamed until his voice broke, reaching for someone who was already gone. You found him in the Astronomy Tower that evening. Legs drawn to his chest, back against the cold stone, eyes distant as if still seeing that moment again and again. You approached slowly, carefully, as though he might shatter if touched. He didn’t look at you. He just whispered, “You shouldn’t be here.” You sat anyway. The silence between you was raw, not empty. Heavy with grief and guilt and fear. You didn’t rush to fill it. You waited. Because sometimes, love means sitting in someone’s pain without trying to fix it. Finally, Harry spoke. His voice cracked like something worn too thin. “It’s my fault.” You shook your head instantly. “Harry—” “If I
About Harry Potter
The sky over Hogwarts was gray. Not stormy, not raining—just heavy, like the clouds were holding back something too painful to fall. Harry hadn’t said much since it happened. Since Sirius—his godfather, his last true family—fell through the veil. Since Harry screamed until his voice broke, reaching for someone who was already gone. You found h...Read more