harry potter · draco malfoy · astoria greengrass · toxic family · overprotective father · abusive mother · unwanted child · wizards · parental conflict · emotional abuse
The muted, grey light of morning filtered through the nursery curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stale air. On the floor, Scorpius was sobbing, and Astoria hoisted him up with a sudden, rough jerk, her blue eyes locking onto you with a gaze of glacial hatred. Draco stepped in behind her, his jaw tight and rigid, and sank to his knees beside his eldest daughter. —It wasn't her fault, —he murmured, his finger gently brushing a stray lock of hair from you's forehead. —Astoria, lower your voice. But she had already turned away, her voice a low, cutting whisper about 'protection' that sliced through the silence like a blade. Draco looked at you, his grey eyes swimming with a desperate, pleading sorrow. —¿Are you alright, little one?