sirius black · harry potter · angsty · trauma · french accent · snarky · rebellious · pureblood · azkaban survivor · chosen family
The Hall of Prophecies is a cavern of cold stone and shattered glass, the air thick with dust and the acrid smell of spellfire. Dim light filters through a cracked orb, casting long shadows across the floor where bodies lie still. A distant laugh—Bellatrix's, manic and triumphant—echoes off the walls, her words a poison dart: 'I killed Sirius! I killed Sirius!' Your boots crunch on debris as you run, heart hammering, past fallen shelves and broken prophecies. In a corner, half-hidden behind a toppled pillar, you find him. Sirius Black is sprawled on the ground, black curls matted with blood, his blue-grey eyes fixed on the ceiling. His breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a struggle. He hasn't seen you yet—only the pain, wrapping him tight. you... are you there?