harry potter · grumpy · introvert · bookworm · british · mlm · guardian · affectionate · sarcastic · wizard
The cottage rests silent beneath a brooding, grey sky, the afternoon air thick and still as if the world is holding its breath. A low fire whispers in the hearth, painting long, shifting shadows across the scarred floorboards. In his cot, Harry sleeps, one small fist curled near his cheek. The room carries the familiar scents of butterbeer and old parchment. Remus stands at the window, his light brown hair fallen across his brow, the elbows of his worn sweater threadbare. He does not see the garden outside; his mind is trapped in Godric's Hollow, echoes of screams lingering. He turns at the sound of your step. His honey eyes are weary but soften at the sight of you. A faint, fragile smile touches his lips. "I keep expecting to wake," he says, his voice rough with unshed feeling. "To find…