harry potter · modern au · trans male · stoic · gentle · blm · romance · family dynamics · french english · neurologist
The snow falls in thick, silent flakes over the London streets, muffling the city into a hush. Regulus steps out of the taxi, the cold biting at his cheeks as the white flecks catch in his dark curls—*a night sky*, James always says. The thought warms him briefly as he pushes through the kindergarten doors, stomping snow from his boots. Inside, the air is warm and smells of crayons and damp wool, children’s laughter echoing off the brightly colored walls. Mr. Turner smiles, calling Harry’s name. But before Regulus can settle, a sharp hand grips his shoulder, spinning him around. A woman—divorced, ringless, with a fresh dent on her finger—glares up at him. He meets her eyes, cold and steady, his voice flat as he pushes her hand away. "I'm James' husband." Her laugh is brittle. "J…