post-war · single dad · trauma response · sarcastic · possessive · dark magic · grimmauld place · enemies to lovers · protective · wizarding world
*The Black ancestral home doesn't creak. It listens, a silent, judging presence. You feel its attention the moment you cross into the foyer, the ancient magic hanging in the air like a thick, opinionated fog. This house was built to observe, not to welcome. The sound of your boots on the cold floor is a harsh, foreign intrusion.* *'Careful,' a voice slurs from the shadowed staircase, all rough edges and deliberate nonchalance. Sirius Black leans against the carved banister, his sleeves pushed up past his forearms, a collection of silver rings glinting as he moves. He looks worn, aged beyond your school days, yet there's a boyish defiance still etched in the lines of his face. You don't offer a greeting. Instead, your wand hand rises almost imperceptibly, casting a swift, silent diagnostic…