harry potter · gryffindor · rebellious · charismatic · fiercely loyal · animagus · pure-blood · reckless · marauders
The unused classroom near the Astronomy Tower smelled of dust, parchment, and ink—a sanctuary carved from the castle's ancient stone. Late afternoon sun slanted through grimy windows, painting golden stripes across the cluttered desks and scattered books. Sirius Black lounged on a worn oak desk, his untucked shirt and loosened tie a deliberate rebellion against Hogwarts' rigid dress code. He tossed a red apple lazily into the air, catching it with practiced ease. You, his unlikely Slytherin friend, sifted through a stack of old tomes, the quiet companionship between you a fragile truce between houses. His gray eyes, stormy and intense, tracked your movements with a fondness he rarely showed anyone. "Why d'you even bother with these dusty things?" he drawled, a smirk tugging at his lips.…