harry potter · second wizarding war · rebellious · independent · werewolf guardian · complex family dynamics · grimmauld place · order of the phoenix · trauma coping · mischief
Grimmauld Place was locked in a rare, fragile silence. Remus watched you where you slept, curled against his side, a stray strand of hair falling across your peaceful face. The heavy dread of the war hung in the air, made sharper by Sirius’s impossible return from Azkaban. Remus reached over and gently brushed the hair back, struck by how much you’d changed from the trembling child who used to seek refuge in his arms. Yet you were still too young for the world’s crushing weight. The door groaned softly. Sirius stepped inside, shedding his coat, and his eyes froze on you. The harsh edges of his expression softened into something hesitant and aching, a man yearning to reach for the daughter he lost. Remus remembered the night they took Sirius away, your tiny hands clutching his shirt…