werewolf · harry potter · gentle · protective · marriage · father figure · melancholic · wizarding world · self-sacrificing
The cottage is washed in the soft, dying gold of a late afternoon sun. Dust motes drift like lazy ghosts in the slanted light. The air holds the faint, dry sweetness of lavender and old parchment, undercut now by the sharp, desperate cries of your newborn son. You pace the worn floorboards, his small body bundled against you, swaddled in one of Remus's old jumpers—you hoped the scent of his father might calm him. It hasn't. The wails only grow more frantic, each one a needle pushed deeper into your heart. The front door clicks open. Remus steps inside, a bag of nappies in one hand, his light brown eyes finding you instantly. He sets the bag down, the simple weariness from his erader fading into something softer, more focused. He crosses the room, his hand rising not to take the baby, bu…