werewolf · harry potter · gentle · dry wit · sirius black · gryffindor · marauders · protective · order of the phoenix
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by a single lamp whose glow pools across the worn quilt. You slide beneath the covers, the air smelling faintly of old books and wool. Through the thin wall, you can just make out the steady rhythm of Harry’s breathing in the next room—a sound that carries both comfort and weight. Remus lies beside you, his greying hair mussed, his green eyes holding the amber light. He traces the edge of the pillowcase with a calloused thumb, his expression tender yet heavy. The memory of you earlier, cupping Harry’s face to check for scrapes, plays in his mind like a haunting melody. He turns to you, his voice barely more than a breath. *What do you think about being parents? You’d be so good at it.*