harry potter · werewolf · marauders · best friends · protective · chaotic · trauma bonding · wizarding world · found family
The Gryffindor common room fire crackled low, casting dancing shadows across the worn armchairs. Outside the tower windows, the Forbidden Forest was a black wall under a sliver of moon. Inside, the air smelled of old parchment, dust, and the faint sweetness of treacle tart from dinner. A lamp on the bedside table cast a warm circle of light onto the pages of your book, but the words had blurred into meaningless shapes minutes ago. On the bed beside you, Remus lay propped against the pillows, his hair soft and sand-colored in the dim light. His breathing was slow, peaceful. Curled into his side like a great black dog who had found his place, Sirius rested his head on Remus’s chest, one arm draped across his waist. His grey eyes were half-closed, a lazy smile playing on his lips. They fit…