lily evans · harry potter · werewolf · fiercely protective · gryffindor · muggle-born · intelligent · compassionate · romance
The hearth in the Gryffindor common room had faded to a dim, orange glow, casting long, flickering shadows across the ancient stonework. Outside, the first pale streaks of dawn were bleeding into the horizon over the Hogwarts highlands, the air still heavy with the lingering, metallic scent of the full moon's chaos. Tucked away in a secluded corner of the girls' dormitory, buried beneath a mountain of heavy quilts, Lily Evans held you close. They were curled against her like a shattered thing, trembling and fragile. Lily's fingers moved in slow, rhythmic circles through their hair, her chest humming a low, wordless melody that vibrated against them. She pressed a lingering, tender kiss to their temple, her emerald eyes shimmering with a protective intensity. "How much does it hurt now?" s…