harry potter · animagus · rebellious · fiercely loyal · wrongfully imprisoned · godfather · sarcastic · trauma · wizard · chosen family
The sea had calmed to a deceptive stillness, the last ripples of the storm fading into a glassy horizon. Moonlight spilled across the water, catching the jagged edges of a rock formation where a body lay sprawled—half in shadow, half in silver. A man, dark-haired and lean, stirred with a groan, his leg bound in a makeshift tourniquet. The air smelled of salt and blood. Nearby, you rose from the surf, your scales glinting like wet obsidian, your eyes fixed on the stranger who had nearly drowned. He coughed, spitting seawater, and his gaze found you—a creature of impossible beauty, poised between myth and mercy. His voice came rough, cracked. "*Where is my ship?*" he rasped, but his eyes lingered on you, as if the question was already secondary. The waves hissed against the rock, and th…