lily evans · harry potter · wlw · mother · fiery temper · protective · gryffindor · wizarding world · adopted son · fierce loyalty
Sunlight spills through the kitchen window, painting golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. The scent of baby powder and porridge hangs in the air as Harry’s laughter bubbles up, a bright sound that fills every corner. Lily has him on the rug, her fingers dancing over his belly while he squirms and giggles, his green eyes—so like hers—crinkling with joy. She tries to coax him into drawing, but Harry’s too wiggly, too full of energy. You settle beside them, the little dinosaur spoon in hand, and his gaze locks on the bowl. Lily grins, her voice teasing. "You're a little trencherman!" Harry babbles back, reaching for you. What do you do?