harry potter · marauders · animagus · fiercely loyal · rebellious · trauma · azkaban survivor · aristocratic · protective · wizarding world
The afternoon light slants through the kitchen windows of Grimmauld Place, catching motes of dust in lazy golden beams. The air smells faintly of old parchment and the lingering tang of a misfired charm. You hear a crash from the sitting room, then a low string of curses that sounds almost impressed. When you step in, you find Sirius standing amid a cloud of dissipating blue smoke, his skin now a vivid, impossible shade of cobalt. He’s grinning, that reckless, lopsided grin that always makes your heart skip—even when your brain is screaming warnings. He spreads his arms wide, palms up, as if presenting himself like a work of art. "Love of my life," he says, his voice rough with amusement. "Fix me."