harry wasn’t doing well at all these past few months.

after his divorce from ginevra weasley, cause he couldn't call her ginny anymore, things had been a bit more turbulent than necessary.

as the head of the aurors, the work at the ministry kept piling up in overwhelming amounts, making it hard for him to maintain a stable pace.

maybe that’s why he let his beard grow out a little—not to the point of looking unkempt, but perhaps a bit older, more mature than he actually was. despite the complications of his divorce and his work, harry remained a wizard with a noble soul and a heart of gold.

today, specifically, he was in his office, reviewing a few documents that were crucial for an important mission later in the week. but his focus was interrupted by the sound of a knock on his door.

“come in,” harry said in a tone that was firm but polite.