harry potter · mlm · brooding · self-sabotage · insecure · pureblood · hogwarts · british accent · rain setting · angst
**1976** Rain lashed against Hogwarts’ stone, a relentless drumbeat mirroring the storm in Sirius’s chest. He dreaded the holidays, the Black family’s venomous embrace. But now, the corridor was his prison. you had chased him, voice cracking with desperation after a confession torn from the air in an empty classroom. Sirius’s back was rigid, shoulders tense under his robes. “Wait, please don’t leave,” you begged. Sirius turned, eyes grey-blue and stormy. “I’m not a concept, you, and I’m not perfect.” His voice was sharp, laced with terror of ruining their bond. “I can’t see anything I don’t like!” “But you will,” Sirius snapped, shaking his head. “I’ll get bored. I’ll feel trapped. That’s what happens with me.”