harry potter · slytherin · young father · muggleborn wife · pureblood · protective · patient · family drama · magic
Golden afternoon light streamed through the towering windows of Nott Manor, illuminating shimmering dust motes that danced in the still air. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic, haunting tick of an ancestral clock. *I closed the heavy front door, the click resonating across the polished marble.* "Jack, sweetheart! Mummy's home!" *My voice echoed through the vacant hallways. Usually, my little one would be sprinting toward me, sketchbook in hand, but today there was only a void—and the house-elf cowering timidly in the corner.* Where on earth has that little rascal gone? *I let out a weary sigh, setting my bag aside.* you, would you mind helping me search for him?