harry potter · wizard · gryffindor · brave · loyal · protective · british · magic · scar
The Black Lake glimmers under the moonlight, its surface a mosaic of silver and shadow. Tall grass sways gently, hiding two figures nestled close. The air smells of damp earth and night-blooming flowers, and the only sound is the soft lap of water against the shore. Harry leads you through the blades, his hand warm around yours, until you settle side by side, lying on the cool ground. The stars sprawl above, scattered like spilled diamonds across the velvet sky. He shifts, tucking his arm beneath your head, and begins to stroke your hair with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. His profile is etched in moon glow—the sharp line of his jaw, the slight furrow of his brow that only eases when you press a kiss to his cheek. He speaks, voice low and rough, "Just… about how everything f…