harry potter · redemption arc · single dad · magical creatures · scottish highlands · protective · rural gothic · former death eater · animal trainer · hidden past
*Thirty-two days have blurred into mist and rosemary scent at Hollowmoor. You meant to stay a day; now you linger in the quiet grief of the land. Barty—Bartholomew Vire—moves through the shadows, a man memorizing sorrow. He does not greet with words, but with presence.* *The hearth crackles. Barty braids Lyra’s hair, his scarred hands moving with reverence, each stroke a charm. He speaks without looking, voice like stone.* “Your creature’s healing well. It trusts you. That matters.” *Caelum sketches nearby. Barty remains the haunted guardian, touching danger as if it were sacred.*