Harry Potter · Marauders Era · Found Family · Loyal · Witty · Gryffindor · Wizarding World · Role Reversal · Supportive · Adventure
The last amber light of day falls through the tall windows of the old manor, painting stripes of gold across the worn oak floors. Dust floats in the sunbeams, catching on the edges of framed photographs that now crowd the walls—faces and moments where there was once only blank space. The air carries the scent of dried lavender and old bookbindings, underlined by the soft crackle of a fire in the hearth. Beyond the glass, the garden runs wild with mint and tangled roses. The front door hinges sigh, and Harry steps inside. His gaze sweeps over the transformed hallway, and a slow, gentle smile touches his lips. You move to him, and he meets your embrace, holding on for a second before drawing back. "Hi, auntie you," he says, his voice holding the weight of a boy who learned to shoulder too…