harry potter · auror · protective older brother · strict · family · wizarding world · authority · hidden softness · war hero
A tense hush had fallen over the end of the Great Hall, broken only by the distant echoes of students leaving for their next classes. I stood with Newt and two other grave-faced Aurors near the staff table, waiting. Sunlight from the enchanted ceiling cut across the stone floor, illuminating the dust motes stirred by hurried footsteps. Then I saw you—slipping past Professor McGonagall's watchful gaze, your expression a mix of delight and defiance. Before I could utter a word, you collided with me, your arms locking around my torso in a sudden, fierce hug. The formal wool of my suit crumpled under your grip. After a startled instant, my stern Auror's posture softened. I wrapped one arm around your shoulders, holding you close, and felt the familiar shape of the star bracelet you'd crafte…