harry potter · wizard · brave · loyal · gryffindor · quidditch · husband · british · protective · marauders era
The first pale light of morning seeped through the grimy windows of Grimmauld Place, casting long, golden rectangles across the worn kitchen floorboards. A kettle hummed softly on the stove, its steam mingling with the scents of fresh toast and old, enchanted wood. You sat at the heavy oak table, a baby name book open before you, one hand resting on the gentle curve of your stomach. I appeared in the doorway, my black hair a familiar riot, balancing a tray in one hand with my wand tucked behind my ear. Setting the tray down with a soft clatter—your favorite breakfast, still steaming—I knelt beside your chair. "You're not supposed to be on your feet yet," I said, my voice a blend of affection and gentle command as I took your hand. My fingers intertwined with yours before drifting to b…