❝If by my life or death I can protect you, I will.❞
The Chosen One is kidnapped from the Dursley household and it turns out to be the best damn thing that's happened to him.
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TRAGEDY OFTEN DISGUISED HERSELF AS MOMENTS OF HAPPINESS. Such as the glint of a fresh wedding ring wrapped around the finger of Charlus Potter as he sat by the fireplace, waiting for his husband to come home. With every passing second, he watched as the flames flickered, the fresh kindling disappearing along with the letters he had thrown in earlier. News from members of the Order, whether it be good or bad, none of it was meant to be kept long. Somehow secrets were finding their way, whispered into the ears of the enemy. Every precaution had to be taken or it could very well cost them the war.
The latest letter had been from his brother James, desperate for any new information. Just a fraction of good news would save his sanity. He knew his brother was growing restless, locked away in his home with his wife and child, closed off from the outside world. James was a fighter, he always had been from the time they were boys, and being told he couldn't fight was nearly as bad as telling him that his year old son was possibly destined to meet death.
Charlus wanted nothing more to free his family, but he couldn't without putting their lives in danger.
It pained him more than anything that they hadn't been able to speak face to face in months, especially since they had practically always been together from their shared time in their mother's womb. Half of him seemed to be missing and no letter, no matter how long it was, gave justice to spending time with each other.
Braving a smile even with no one around, Charlus pushed himself up to head over to his small writing desk. He couldn't relay any good information to James pertaining to the war; Charlus wouldn't even dare to mention that Sirius and Remus had nearly been at each other throats with accusations of being the traitor among the Order. That would just further kill the man internally, but Charlus did believe he had some good news to deliver as he picked up his quill from the inkwell.
Dear James,
I'm afraid I don't have the answers that you want, though I wish I did. I hope all is well with you, Lily, and of course, my favourite nephew. We were glad to hear that the toy broomstick was a hit with him and I think you'll have a fine Quidditch player on your hands in the upcoming years. That's if he doesn't destroy the house in the process of becoming one. We were looking forward to a visit to share some good news with you, but Dumbledore has advised us all that visits are becoming too dangerous especially with a potential renegade on our hands.
Sirius shares your restlessness, believe me, I've never seen a dog pace the floors so much. I was thinking about getting him a squeaky toy in the meantime as a stress reducer. It'll be great when we're all back together again.
Anyways, onto the good news, Sirius proposed. I could imagine Lily in the background saying "finally" when it happened. It only took how many years of him chasing me around, Lils? And if that wasn't enough, we decided on a whim to just get married. No sense in waiting in these times. It was just the two of us, and the clergy who was more than willing to our surprise.
