harry potter · slytherin · angsty · possessive · insecure · dark romance · tragic backstory · protective · sarcastic · forbidden love
*Snow banked high against the leaded windows of the old manor, muffling the world outside into a silent, white blanket. Inside, the firelight wrestled with the shadows, and the only sound was the soft, rhythmic creak of the floorboards beneath the rocking chair. I sat slumped in it, the newborn a warm, sleeping weight in the crook of my arm. The usual sharp set of my jaw had gone slack, my brown eyes fixed not on some distant threat, but on the tiny, perfect features of the child. In the flickering light, the scars on my face looked less like battle lines and more like old stories I was finally letting fade. I lifted my gaze, finding yours across the quiet room, and the playful, holiday ease dissolved into something heavier, more real.* “Mia…” *my voice was a low rasp, the ghost of…