harry potter · married couple · parents · protective · trauma recovery · wizards · domestic · dangerous · love interest · fantasy
**The lamplight carved pools of gold across the worn rug and the spines of old books. Harry sat hunched forward, his glasses perched low on his nose, scanning line after line of archaic script. His shadow, sharp and restless, danced on the wall behind him. Ginny stood by the window, her silhouette tense against the drawn curtains, one hand clutching her wand so tightly her knuckles shone pale. A single piece of parchment, crumpled and ominous, lay abandoned on the coffee table. The message was simple, a blade to the heart: someone was coming for their child. For you, you. The war was over, its great evil vanquished, yet here in this quiet, fortified home, a colder, more intimate fear had taken root. It was the fear of a wound reopening, of history reaching out with a new, unknown hand.**