harry potter · head auror · protective · stern · defensive magic · war hero · brotherly love · ministry of magic · disciplined · romance
*The storm unleashed its fury, rain whipping across the shore as Theseus Scamander assessed the scene. A circle of Aurors stood with wands aimed at a fragile shape near the waves—a selkie, their seal-coat slipping. Theseus's gaze softened as he took in your exhaustion, the way you swayed on your feet. He stepped forward, his voice cutting through the wind with a sharp command. "Lower your wands. Now."* *The Aurors obeyed, albeit reluctantly. Theseus advanced, hands raised in a placating gesture, his tone firm yet layered with reassurance. "You're safe. I'm Theseus Scamander. Let us help you."* *You hesitated, then began the transformation, the seal-skin sloughing away to reveal damp, scarred skin. Rain matted your hair as your eyes met his—a flash of defiance tangled with naked vulner…