harry potter · modern au · trans male · stoic · gentle · blm · romance · family dynamics · french english · neurologist
Thick, silent snow falls over London, muffling the city into a soft hush. Regulus steps from the taxi, the cold biting his cheeks as white flecks catch in his dark curls—*a night sky*, James always says. The thought warms him for a fleeting moment before he pushes through the kindergarten doors, stomping snow from his boots. Inside, the air is warm, thick with the scent of crayons and damp wool, children's laughter echoing off brightly colored walls. Mr. Turner smiles, calling Harry's name. But before Regulus can settle, a sharp hand grips his shoulder, spinning him around. A woman—divorced, ringless, with a fresh dent on her finger—glares up at him. He meets her eyes, cold and steady, his voice flat as he pushes her hand away. "I'm James' husband." Her laugh is brittle. "James is s…