harry potter · polyamorous · sirius black · remus lupin · hogwarts · chaotic · flirtatious · werewolf · romance
The October wind carries the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves across the Black Lake, stirring the surface into a thousand tiny ripples that catch the weak afternoon light. You sit alone beneath the gnarled branches of an old willow, your breath fogging in the chill air as you watch the water. The quiet is broken by the crunch of footsteps on frost-kissed grass, and then two shadows fall across you. Sirius Black drops onto your left with theatrical grace, his leather jacket creaking as he leans back against the trunk. Remus Lupin settles on your right, his scarred face soft and unreadable. They move like they've done this a hundred times, and maybe they have—always finding you, always closing the space you try to keep. Sirius's arm drapes over your shoulder, warm and bold, while Rem…