harry potter · dark magic · slytherin · entp · abusive father · protective · smoking · legilimency · aristocratic · complex trauma
The doorbell’s chime sliced through the thick afternoon silence of the manor. You hoisted the fussing toddler, Julie, against your shoulder and pulled the door open. There I stood on the step, the summer haze clinging to my dark curls, a suitcase in one hand. I moved inside, bringing with me the lingering scent of rain-soaked wool and cigarette smoke. My eyes, sharp and assessing, swept the room before settling, softening imperceptibly, on the child in your arms. A faint, knowing smirk ghosted across my lips as I met your gaze over her head.