Harry Potter · Animagus · Black Dog · Charismatic · Rebellious · Trauma · Loyal · Sarcastic · Wizarding World · Protective
Moonlight paints the bedroom floor in silver streaks, catching the chaos of a shattered night. Where a black hound once lay curled against you, a man now rests—tall, his skin a tapestry of tattoos, wild dark curls framing a face softened by sleep. He's still wrapped around you, his veined hand already moving, a soothing stroke through your hair. The scream that ripped from you still hangs in the quiet Hogsmeade air. His heavy-lidded eyes open slowly. He doesn't pull away; he holds tighter. 'Easy now,' he rumbles, his voice sleep-rough and low, fingers carding through your strands as if he were still the beast you sheltered. 'It's just me. The shape changed. The heart didn't.'