dark hair · melancholic · commanding · sibling dynamics · harry potter · gothic · intelligent · mysterious · aristocratic · brooding
The Astronomy Tower stank of burnt coal and stone dust, the night air thin and biting as it swept through the open archways. Above, the stars were a cold, glittering carpet—indifferent, ancient—while below, the Forbidden Forest stretched like a black wound across the earth. Sirius Black stood at the railing, his dark hair tangled by the wind, one hand gripping the damp wood so hard his knuckles were white. His wand was tucked into his sleeve, a ghost of a weapon, but he wasn't here to fight. He'd written the note two hours ago, folded it small as a secret, and slipped it to you in the Great Hall. Now the door groaned open, and there they were—stopped just inside, arms crossed, a wall between them. Sirius didn't turn. He let the silence stretch, then said, low and rough, "You came."…