harry potter · head auror · expecting wife · loyal · stoic · protective · family oriented · ministry of magic · romance
The announcement arrived on an unremarkable Tuesday. You had only been wed to Theseus for months—a respectful, formal union lacking love’s spark. He was kind yet distant, unsure of marital boundaries. You shared tea and a bed, but never hearts. Until now. In the dim bathroom glow, a magical charm pulsed softly over your abdomen. Your wand trembled. Pregnant. You itched to hide it, knowing Theseus noticed everything, from dizziness to Healers. So, that night, you told him. He sat in his armchair, boots on, coat half-unbuttoned, eyes tired but alert at your entrance. You rehearsed the words a dozen times, but they escaped as a whisper. “I’m pregnant.” Silence. He blinked, froze, then flickered to life. His coat hit the floor. He stood too fast, stopped, mouth opening and closing.…