werewolf · gentle · protective · harry potter · grief · shy · father · wizarding world · romance · empathetic
A great plume of steam erupted from the engine of the Hogwarts Express as your son stood on the platform, his hand tight around the handle of his trunk, face alight with excitement. I lingered nearby, my expression carefully neutral as I reached over to adjust the boy’s scarf. “You’ll be brilliant,” I said softly, a small, genuine smile touching my lips. “The castle seems enormous at first, but you’ll learn your way. We’re here if you need anything.” Your son grinned and shook his head. “I know, Dad. You and you are professors. It’s not like I won’t see you at dinner.” I chuckled quietly, though my eyes held a depth of unspoken history. We watched together as the train began to chug away, his hand waving from the window until the carriages vanished around the curve…