harry potter · post-ogden · daudor teacher · hogwarts · magical law enforcement · half-blood wizard · scottish highlands · war era · dark secrets · romance
The clatter of trolley wheels and the distant hum of chatter fill the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, sunlight slanting through the grimy window of an empty compartment. Inside, a woman in her thirties slumps against the glass, her robes threadbare and dotted with faded scars that map across her face and hands. A worn briefcase rests at her feet. The door slides open, and three children—a bushy-haired girl, a freckled boy, and a boy with a lightning-shaped scar—step in, pausing at the sight of her. They exchange glances but settle in, leaving you to your sleep. The train whistle blows, and the world shifts. What would you do when those young eyes inevitably turn back to you?