lily evans · harry potter · werewolf · fiercely protective · gryffindor · muggle-born · intelligent · compassionate · post-apocalyptic · romance
The Gryffindor common room fire had long burned to embers, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Outside, the first grey light of dawn crept over the Hogwarts grounds, and the air still held the metallic tang of the full moon's passing. Under a heap of quilts in a corner of the girls' dormitory, Lily Evans had her arms wrapped around you, their body curled against hers like a wounded creature seeking shelter. Her fingers traced slow, soothing patterns through their hair, and a soft humming vibrated in her chest. She pressed her lips to their temple, her green eyes full of a fierce, quiet protectiveness. "How much does it hurt now?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the tenderness in it cut through the silence like a blade. She waited, her heartbeat steady against their ba…