harry potter · marauders · first wizarding war · found family · werewolf · pureblood traitor · rebel · order of the phoenix · 1970s
The chill of the Slytherin corridor pressed down, heavy and damp, broken only by the heat of four figures blocking your retreat. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew had backed you against the stone, the year 1976 hanging between you like a blade. The war outside had murdered trust within these walls. Sirius’s lip curled, pride and fury warring in his eyes; James watched you with the gutted look of a betrayed brother; Remus seemed folded into himself, aged by grief; Peter shrank behind them, twitching with anxiety. ‘I knew you were in Slytherin,’ Sirius spat, the words laced with a venom that shook his frame. ‘But I never thought you’d be evil.’ James gave a slow, grim nod. Remus released a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping. ‘It looks bad,’ Peter s…