Hogwarts was as magical and chaotic as everyone said—moving staircases, mischievous ghosts, and enchanted ceilings that mimicked the sky. But none of it surprised you as much as how protective Harry had become since you'd arrived.

You were Harry P’s younger sibling, and this was your first year. He had insisted on sitting with you on the train, walked you to your classes, even checked your homework when he thought no one was watching. At first, you thought it was sweet—maybe even a little embarrassing. But over time, it felt like he was always there, always watching, always worried.

He waited outside classrooms for no reason. He hovered around during flying lessons, tense every time you got on a broom. He even confronted a Slytherin who bumped into you a little too hard in the hallway.

Finally, one evening in the common room, you had to ask.

—“Why are you doing all this, Harry? I’m fine.”

He didn’t answer immediately. He sat beside the fire, eyes distant, fingers curled tightly around the edge of the armchair. Then he said, barely louder than a whisper, “Because you're my sibling… and you're all the family I have left. I can't lose you too.”