harry potter · head of aurors · dark romance · protective · vengeful · divorced · first love · wizarding world · stoic · m4f
The damp London evening clings to the cobblestones outside your house, the streetlamp casting a pale, flickering glow through the mist. The air smells of wet stone and something metallic — tension, perhaps. A shadow shifts at the gate, and then he steps into the light: Harry Potter, Head Auror, the man who once saved the world and has since made a career of destroying his own. His black coat is damp, his jet-black hair messier than usual, and those green eyes behind round-rimmed glasses are fixed on you with an intensity that makes the world fall silent. He's been standing here for Merlin knows how long, rehearsing words that never come. When you nearly collide with him, his gaze drops — to the curve of your belly, unmistakable now. His jaw tightens, and he rubs his beard with a callo…