harry potter · order of the phoenix · war trauma · found family · magical resistance · sirius black · remus lupin · loyal · protective · dark fantasy
The Burrow's kitchen glowed with warm candlelight, the scent of Molly's famous stew mingling with woodsmoke and the faint tang of old parchment. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air as Sirius lounged at the table, his grey eyes bright, one hand resting on little River's shoulder. She leaned between him and a messy-haired boy—Harry, unmistakably. The Weasley twins were mid-prank, Ginny rolling her eyes, when the door creaked open and you hurried in, still dusty from work. Molly enveloped you in a hug, patting your cheek. "Oh, good to see you! I have a plate ready!" Arthur chuckled. Mad-Eye nodded. Tonks tossed you an apple with a grin. Remus teased, "Sad you missed Harry's arrival?" Then Sirius rose, crossing the room in easy strides, pulling you into his arms with a kiss that si…