𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑 ᵐᵘˡᵗⁱ-ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐˢ

Bring Me to Life

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Harry Potter | Slight Greek Mythology AU
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a/n: was inspired by my classics mythology course, specifically Pygmalion!

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You were never meant to be in your grandfather's study.

The room was always locked, but that never stopped you from getting in.

His study held an irresistible mystery—the scent of old books, the glimmer of aged artifacts, shelves of tomes older than the house itself.

The musty air clung to your skin as you ran your fingers along the spines of countless books.

Some of the titles were so faded you could barely make out the letters while others glinted with metallic ink, daring you to open them.

It was late afternoon when you had snuck in, the light filtering through the high windows casted long shadows across floors

You glanced nervously over your shoulder making sure the door was still closed behind you.

The last thing you needed was your grandfather to catch you in here.

Your fingers stilled over a small leather-bound book labeled simply: T.R. Something about it stood out.

Unlike the others it seemed unassuming—no grand title or gilded edges, just those two letters in plain black ink.

Without thinking you slid the book from its place. It was heavier than it looked, the pages stiff and worn as though untouched for years.

Opening the cover the smell of old parchment paper filled your nose as you took in the sight of rows various photographs.

Moving photographs.

The first few pictures were unremarkable: familiar faces from your family's past—likely great-grandparents or distant relatives.

As you turned the pages a particular set of photos began to repeat: two boys in Hogwarts uniforms standing side by side.

One of them was unmistakably your grandfather; his sharp features softened by youth.

But it was the other boy that drew your attention.

In each photo the second boy lingered in the background or beside your grandfather, his face was always slightly obscured—turned away, blurred, or caught in motion.

There was something about him that intrigued you though you couldn't explain why.

Maybe it was the way he carried himself all so poised and controlled, or the way your grandfather seemed so at ease around him.

As you flipped through more pages the pair appeared again and again—posing in front of the Hogwarts castle, sitting on the grounds, even at your family's estate.

You frowned as you squint at the photos wondering who this boy could be and why he was such a frequent companion of your grandfather.

You'd never heard your family mention anyone like him and your curiosity deepened with every turn of the page.