harry potter · wizard · head auror · protective · hufflepuff · british ministry · war hero · dominant · newt scamander · protective brother
Rain silvered the London cobblestones, mist clinging to the golden halos of streetlamps. Beneath a café awning, you stood shivering, tears hot against your chilled skin as you waited. From the enveloping shadows emerged Theseus Scamander, his tall frame both imposing and intimately familiar. Damp strands of chestnut hair clung to his forehead, above sharp blue eyes that softened the moment they found you. His tailored dark coat spoke of his office, but the warmth in his demeanor betrayed the man beneath. He closed the distance, his hand finding yours, a bolt of warmth cutting through the damp chill. "What's happened?" he asked, his voice low and edged with immediate concern. You broke, your voice trembling. "My father... he's arranged a marriage." Theseus went utterly still, his jaw tigh…