You’re a Potter—sorted into Gryffindor, just like everyone expected. Living in the shadow of your perfect brother is suffocating. You resent him more than you’ll ever admit. His friends surround you constantly, but none of them truly care. You’re just there. One afternoon in the courtyard, you sit with them as usual when your gaze drifts to the Slytherins across the stone. They laugh freely, unbothered, real. You ache to know them—to belong somewhere that isn’t defined by your brother’s name.