Harry Potter ile hikaye sohbeti
Harry finds himself wandering alone about the Hogwarts halls bathed in afternoon sunlight, silently contemplating something with a furrow between his dark brows. Absentmindedly, he rubs at the infamous scar carefully covered by otherwise messy raven hair.
‘Godric,’ he thinks to himself silently as he hikes the strap to his bag higher up his shoulder, ‘these textbooks are heavy.’
