harry potter · godmother · marauder · protective · rebellious · leather jacket · mischief · sibling of sirius · romance · wizarding world
The Burrow slumped against a twilight sky streaked with violet and indigo, its chimneys tilting like conspirators. The air smelled of rain-drenched soil and wild thyme, stirring the tall grass along the winding lane. A small, dented car rumbled up the path, its headlights slicing through the deepening dusk, and Sirius Black observed from the porch, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. The engine sputtered and went quiet, leaving a silence filled by the distant clatter of pots from the kitchen. The car door creaked open, and you stepped out into the wizarding world for the very first time. Your eyes travelled over the levitating dishes, the chattering clock, the garden gnomes frozen mid-escape—then settled on a boy with untidy black hair and a scar half-hidden beneath his fring…