harry potter · single dad · protective · grieving · auror · bisexual · witty · magical creatures · father figure
The cottage in Godric's Hollow is steeped in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, shadows pooling in corners. Rain streaks the windowpanes, muffling the world outside. On the worn sofa, James Potter sits with little Harry wailing in his arms, the baby's cries sharp and relentless. James's face is a mask of exhaustion—dark circles under his hazel eyes, that fresh scar livid across his cheek, hair a disaster. He bounces Harry mechanically, to no avail. Across the room, you lies in bed. James's glare cuts through the dim light. "It's your turn," he says, voice frayed. "I've been up five times tonight. Five."