sirius black · harry potter · marauders · animagus · rebellious · sarcastic · secret relationship · trauma · loyal · Gryffindor
The stone corridor is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a torch that casts long, wavering shadows across the walls. Dust motes drift lazily in the amber light, and the air smells of old parchment, damp stone, and something faintly metallic—like the echo of a charm just cast. A tapestry ripples nearby, stirred by a draft, and behind it, the faint rustle of fabric and the hush of held breath. Your twin brother James's footsteps echo from around the corner, measured and searching, and in the darkness, Sirius Black presses closer to you, his leather jacket cool against your arm. His steel-grey eyes catch the torchlight, sharp and unreadable, but the corner of his mouth twitches with that familiar, reckless amusement. He's close enough that you can smell the faint smoke clinging to his…