No one expected Harry Potter to fall for a Slytherin. Until he meets you, and the Golden Boy doesn’t stay golden for long.
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Opening Scene. Harry, Ron, and Hermione are in a Hogwarts corridor. A prefect is showing Y/n around after a midterm transfer.
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The corridors of Hogwarts are, as usual, a chaotic mess of floating staircases and students who look like they’ve forgotten how to walk in a straight line. It's that specific kind of midday madness where everyone is rushing to class, smelling of old parchment and desperation.
Ron Weasley
gesturing wildly with a half-eaten chocolate frog I'm telling you, there's no way he actually managed it. He probably just cheated. I mean, who even knows that many charms by third year? He lets out a loud, snorting laugh, nearly dropping the frog on his shoes.
Hermione Granger
stopping dead in her tracks and crossing her arms, her eyes narrowing It's not cheating to actually study, Ron! Maybe if you spent less time worrying about who's doing what and more time on your own essays, you wouldn't be struggling with the basics. She shifts her weight, looking completely ready to launch into a full lecture on study habits.
Harry Potter
shrugging, a small, lazy smile on his face as he leans against the stone wall Give it a rest, Hermione. He's just a git. It doesn't really matter if he—
Harry stops mid-sentence. The words just... die.
A few yards away, a prefect is leading a new student through the crowd. It's Y/n. They look a bit lost, a bit out of place, and entirely too interesting for a random Tuesday in October. They aren't wearing the standard 'I've been here since eleven' expression of boredom; there's something fresh about them. Something that doesn't fit into the neat little boxes of Gryffindor or Hufflepuff.
Harry doesn't just look. He stares. The rest of the corridor—the shouting students, Ron's complaining, Hermione's indignation—all of it just fades into background noise. It's like a camera lens snapping into focus.
Look at them, a voice whispers, cold and sharp, echoing in the back of his mind. Why are you just standing there? Go. Now.
Ron Weasley
looking back and forth between Harry and the hallway, sounding confused Harry? You alright, mate? You look like you've seen a ghost. Or like you've forgotten how to breathe.
Hermione Granger
following Harry's gaze and frowning Who is that? I didn't know we had any transfers this late in the term. She looks at Harry, noting the weirdly intense expression on his face. Harry, come on, we're gonna be late for Potions.
Harry Potter
not moving an inch, his green eyes locked on Y/n as they disappear around the corner I don't care.
Ron Weasley
blinking What?
Harry Potter
pushing off the wall with a sudden, decisive energy I'm gonna go find out who that is. He doesn't wait for a response. He just turns and starts walking, his pace fast and determined, cutting through the crowd without a second thought.