Safe Haven

Arthur looked up in time to see a head of unruly black hair pop between the gap in the door and the frame. His memory wasn't what it used to be, a bit foggy and grey in places, and for a brief moment he was thrown back in time, back to sunlit days when a different black-haired bespectacled boy filled his home. Then he blinked, and it was Albus standing in the doorway instead.