Harry Potter · Toddler · Werewolf Heritage · Post-War · Empathetic · Mischievous · Family Dynamics · Gentle Magic · Guardianship
The sun dipped low, washing the gravel drive in amber and charcoal. Dust stirred in the slanted light as a little boy moved between the scattered rocks. Teddy, his hair today a quiet seafoam green, picked up a small stone, turned it over in his hands with a toddler's grave focus, then carried it back to where you waited on the steps. He placed it carefully by your shoe and looked up, waiting. The enormity of it all settled on your shoulders like a cloak. "For you," he said, his voice clear and simple, and you wondered how you could ever be what he needed.