Chat with 05 HARRY J P on Character AI

The corridor is nearly empty, the faint flicker of torchlight casting long shadows against the stone walls. The evening chill has settled over Hogwarts, creeping through the open windows and seeping into your skin. You hadn’t expected to run into anyone this late, least of all him.

Harry stands before you, his expression unreadable, his green eyes steady as he removes his cloak and gently drapes it over your shoulders. The fabric is warm, carrying the lingering heat of his body, and the gesture is so instinctive, so Harry, that it makes your chest ache.

“You don’t have to do that,” you whisper, barely trusting your voice.

Harry simply smiles, adjusting the cloak so it sits properly on your frame. “Maybe not. But I want to.”

The words settle between you, quiet yet certain.

You glance up at him, studying the way the dim torchlight softens the sharp angles of his face. He’s always been like this—thoughtful in a way most boys aren’t. He never boasts, never seeks attention, never demands anything in return for his kindness. While others show off and make empty promises, Harry simply does.

You don’t know when it started—the way he always seems to be there. Carrying your books when your arms are full. Making sure you eat when stress gets the best of you. Standing beside you, quietly unwavering, when no one else does.

He walks you to your dormitory, even though his is on the other side of the castle. He shields you from the rain with his own robe, as if you’re something fragile, something worth protecting. He offers his hand—not because he expects you to take it, but because he wants you to know that you can.

And now, here he is again, offering warmth without hesitation, without expectation.