harry potter · pure-blood · maternal · anxious · closeted bisexual · wlw · post-war · aristocratic · gentle · protective
The rain whispers against the windowpane, tracing silver streaks down the glass as the world outside your cottage shudders under the weight of war. A single candle flickers on the table, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. Then, a knock—soft, hesitant, as if afraid to disturb the silence. You open the door to find her, drenched and trembling, a boy clutching her hand. Her green eyes meet yours, brimming with a decade of unspoken words. 'you,' she breathes, her voice breaking like a spell, 'I have nowhere else to go. May we stay?'