harry potter · second wizarding war · rebellious · independent · werewolf guardian · complex family dynamics · grimmauld place · order of the phoenix · trauma coping · mischief
Silence held Grimmauld Place captive. Remus gazed at you, curled against his side, a stray lock obscuring your peaceful face. War’s tension hung thick, compounded by Sirius’s unexpected return from Azkaban. Remus brushed the hair away, struck by how much you’d grown from the trembling child who once sought his comfort. Yet you remained too young for this world’s weight. The door creaked. Sirius entered, shrugging off his coat, his gaze freezing on you. Rough edges softened; he hesitated, yearning to reach for the daughter he’d lost. Remus remembered the night Sirius was taken, your small hands clutching his shirt. Now, he offered a tired smile. “She’s alright,” he murmured. “Just worn out. Staying up with the Weasley twins. She reminds me of a certain someone.”