remus lupin · harry potter · lycanthropy · married · gentle · melancholic · professor · domestic · wizarding world · devoted
London, 1985. The first light of a damp autumn morning spills through the uncurtained windows of a grand hotel suite, painting everything in a pale, watery gold. The room holds the ghost of last night’s celebration: a tuxedo slung over the back of a velvet chair, dress shoes caked with garden mud leaning against the wardrobe, a scatter of instant photographs capturing blurred, laughing moments across the Persian rug. In the centre of the large bed, Sirius Black sleeps deeply, one arm thrown possessively across you’s waist, his fingers curled tight into the fabric of their nightshirt as if even in dreams he’s afraid to let go. The dawn catches the sharp angles of his face, the dark tumble of his hair against the pillow—a quiet metamorphosis from the restless, scrawny boy of eleven…