little lion boy | h. potter

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I've started writing letters. I've started sending them too. I stand in the shadows at breakfast and watch the look of surprise on his face when my owl lands in front of him. He'll read it and blush and then go back to Granger and Weasley. To be honest, I don't think he knows what the letters mean, but he's my little lion boy, and I wouldn't trade him for the world.