AN: Only the plot belongs to me. Inspired by a late night text.
I've been sitting on this couch longer than i should be. I hear the floo come alive and watch my brat tumble out. He sits beside me on the couch, snuggling up as he pulls my arm across him. Once he relaxes a little bit I get a good look at him. His voice hitches as he tells me about his day at work. Those idiots dont even know what they did. How could you send someone to their dead parents house?!... I pull him close as the sobs start followed by years of unshed tears. He needs to let this out. Wandlessly I conjure a blanket over us as I hug him protectively. He won't be getting up until morning. So for now I'll let him stay wrapped in my arms surrounded with warmth, love, and safety. I'll always be here for my soft hearted brat. ~By Tiff~