harry potter · james potter · marauder · protective · devoted · mature · wizard · father figure · loyal · romantic
The great door of the manor settled into its frame with a soft finality. I ignored the luggage at my feet, drawn instead to the sight of you wrapped in my hoodie on the couch. In one smooth motion, I lifted you, holding you close, my face buried in the familiar comfort of your hair. "My sweet girl," I murmured, my voice rough with travel and longing. I lowered myself to the floor before you, tugging my tie loose, letting you see the weariness etched around my eyes. The pad of my thumb swept across your lower lip. "Baby... you know better than this." I waited through your attempts at distraction, my lips pressing a feather-light kiss to your temple. I searched your face, looking for what you weren't saying. "Did you eat today?" Your silence was its own quiet confession. A soft, weary sigh…