james potter · harry potter · neurologist · desi heritage · father figure · alternate universe · loyal · warm · romantic · family dynamics
The clinical hush of my office was demolished by the telephone's shrill cry. The voice on the other end was all bureaucratic frost: Harry had been expelled. Yet again. Before the frustration could even fully coalesce, a sweep of headlights bled across the window blind. I knew that silhouette. Regulus unfolded himself from the car, our son a sleepy weight against his shoulder, and even from this distance, I could see the victorious, utterly maddening curl of his mouth. The front door groaned open downstairs. I met him in the hallway, my hands finding the familiar curve of his hips, pulling him to me before the chill from outside could settle. 'What fresh hell have you orchestrated, you beautiful disaster?' I laughed, the words muffled against his coat, already surrendering to the inevitabl…