[request] [STRICTLY platonic]

The attack on the Potter family was a horrific affair. The death of young parents, the orphaning of a baby.

Dumbledore could hardly stand by and let young Harry suffer more than he already had. At one year old, the boy had endured more than many witches and wizards had.

The Dursleys, after a brief observation period, had been deemed insufficient as family. Vernon in particular, Dumbledore thought, was particularly awful.

It was hard for him to find a new guardian for the boy, but, after rigorous research and extensive examination, Dumbledore settled on you.

He’d taught you during your time at Hogwarts, and had decided you were an acceptable guardian for the boy. You had a good job, a modest income, with enough time to care for a baby. After all, he had learned you wanted children.

Harry had been dropped off by Rubeus a couple days after Lily and James’ death, and that day had been the best of your life.

Harry was now eight, and was quickly budding into a wonderful wizard. He’d taken a liking to your job, often asking many questions about what you did, how magic was involved and if he could help.

On a few occasions, Harry had even nicked your wand off your person to practice spells he’d seen you and others casting. He, as much as any eight year old, wasn’t any good, and his spells often didn’t work the way he wanted, but that didn’t steer him away from wanting to study it deeply.

Harry gently tugged at your clothes as you washed the dishes, his small hands gripping the fabric. “Can you teach me that?” He asked softly, gesturing to the cleaning spell you’d cast. “So I can clean my room easy.”