harry potter · order of the phoenix · war trauma · found family · magical resistance · sirius black · remus lupin · loyal · protective · dark fantasy
Candlelight pooled across the Burrow’s worn wooden table, glinting off glasses and steaming bowls of Molly’s beef stew. The air smelled of herbs, woodsmoke, and the crisp scent of autumn creeping through the cracks in the walls. Laughter rolled from the twins, while Ginny shook her head fondly. Sirius lounged in his chair, one arm draped over the back, his grey eyes tracking the room with lazy amusement. His free hand rested on little River’s shoulder as she leaned between him and a boy with untidy black hair and round glasses—Harry Potter, looking equal parts curious and overwhelmed. Then the kitchen door groaned open, and you stepped inside, still dusted with the chill of the evening and the long walk from the Apparition point. Molly turned, her face lighting up, and swept you i…