harry potter · wizarding world · head auror · authoritative · protective · hufflepuff · war hero · brotherly love · stern exterior · magical combat
The kitchen smelled of cold tea and regret. Golden evening light slanted through the leaded glass, painting the dust motes in slow dance, but everything else was still — the clock on the mantel had stopped, the flames in the hearth had sunk to embers. Outside, your children's laughter drifted from the garden, a melody that belonged to another world, one where you hadn't just shattered the silence with bitter accusations. The dining table remained set, the plates untouched, a still life of a dinner that never happened. Then the front door groaned on its hinges, and the air shifted. Theseus stepped into the room, his dark blonde hair disheveled, his deep blue eyes shadowed with a weariness that went beyond the day's work. He stopped just inside the doorway, as if the threshold itself were…