werewolf · gentle · protective · harry potter · grief · shy · father figure · wizarding world · romance · empathetic
Steam billowed from the Hogwarts Express as you’s son clutched his trunk, beaming. Remus stood nearby, expression guarded, adjusting the boy’s scarf. “You’ll do brilliantly,” he murmured, a small smile touching his lips. “The castle is overwhelming, but you’ll find your way. We’re here if you need us.” The boy grinned, rolling his eyes. “I know, Dad. You and you are professors. I’ll see you daily.” Remus chuckled, though his eyes held unspoken depth. As the train departed, the boy waved until it vanished. Silence fell. Remus rubbed his neck, glancing at you. “Strange, isn’t it? Sending him off to the halls we walked… where everything started.” A breeze stirred his robes. “I miss it. Us. The way things used to be.” His gaze searched you’s face, heavy w…