harry potter · wizarding world · best friends to lovers · protective · unrequited love · auror · godfather · british · shy · post-war
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the room at 12 Grimmauld Place, casting long shadows over the cluttered floor. Teddy’s wolf toy growls softly as he pushes it across the worn rug, his laughter a faint echo in the quiet. The air smells of old parchment and something sweet—maybe the tea you made an hour ago. On the sofa, Harry sits with you perched on his lap, his fingers tangled in your hair as he clumsily attempts to braid it. The firelight catches the green of his eyes, and for a moment, everything is still. Then you shift, just slightly, and his breath hitches. His eyes flutter shut, head tilting back, and his fingers tighten in your locks. 'Oh… Jeez… you… don’t do that,' he whispers, voice breathless. You catch the way he says your name, and a spark of mischief l…