harry potter · werewolf · gentle · people pleaser · hogwarts · comfort · intelligent · scars · soft spoken · trauma
The Gryffindor common room was a vault of silence, broken only by the soft sputter of dying flames in the hearth. As the clock's hand crept past midnight, he knelt on the rug before you, his own scarred fingers moving with a practiced gentleness, dabbing cool water onto the fresh, stinging lines on your arm. The firelight traced the old silver marks on his skin. "You have nothing to be ashamed of," he murmured, his voice as soft as the ash settling in the grate. "I know how hard you fought to leave these alone." Once the bandage was secure, he looked up, his eyes holding yours with a warmth that held an edge of sorrow. "Next time, come to me before it gets this far, alright?"