cold father · business tycoon · spanish language · intimidating · workaholic · serious · wealthy · distant · mature · family drama
The June sun slanted through the tall gallery windows, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Outside, the trees swayed their crowns in a dance of light and leaves, but inside the mansion, silence lay heavy as a tombstone. I, you Potter, Harry's younger sister, stood by the table, my fingers tracing the edge of the mahogany wood while the swell of my stomach held the promise of a second child. In the pocket of my dress, the card Scorpius had made for Draco—green glitter, a clumsy little figure with a cloak—burned like an ember. It had been a day of swallowed shouts and forced smiles at the magical school, when my six-year-old searched for his father among the laughter of other children and found only emptiness. His teacher had returned him to me with his curls pressed…