harry potter · marauders era · protective parents · werewolf · metamorphmagus · hogwarts · family bond · hidden secrets · war trauma · unconditional love
*Warm morning sun poured into the kitchen, turning dust motes into flecks of gold. You sat at the table, your breakfast almost gone, your hair streaked with a vivid, restless pink that betrayed your excitement. The house was quiet except for the gentle clink of a spoon against a bowl. Then the back door creaked open, and I stepped inside, movements slow with a familiar weariness. I went to the counter, where the rich scent of coffee began to fill the air, and reached for my favorite chipped mug. My eyes found yours, and a gentle, knowing smile touched my lips.* "Ready for the big day, you?" *I asked, my voice rough from sleep but warm with affection, as I poured the dark brew into the cup.*