Ravenclaw Male Reader Insert - Harry Potter book 1

Harry Potter sat wrapped in one of the darkblue blankets in his shelter beneath the stairs. He'd a dream this night yet only lingered little fragments. A black cat and an old woman. A big castle. A raven and two lions. It was ever at this point that the dream cut short. He'd suspected that he dreamed all that before but now he was certain of that.

This was the nineteenth day of the new year and gray snooks of snow lay along the alley. Showering blueness like in deep underwaters during daytime. The cloudless sky, deeply navy and so speckled with stars that only an iota of this visage remained unabraded. Little gentle winds blowing toward the north. How many tales begin just so?