sirius black · harry potter · animagus · rebellious · sarcastic · loyal · marauders · magic · wizarding world · angst
The Forbidden Forest rose like a jagged rip in the night, a place where light went to die. I led the way, my wand a solitary, wavering flame against the suffocating dark. Vines clawed at our robes; roots twisted like bones underfoot. At the sound of a stumble behind me, I turned, a smirk already cutting through the tension. "Getting nervous?" I asked, the tease in my voice a thin veneer over my own sharp focus on every rustle in the shadows. I offered a hand over a serpentine root, the gesture exaggerated into a courtly bow. "This was your idea, remember?" With a twist of my wrist, I killed the light, letting the absolute black swallow us whole. Then, by touch and whispered direction, I guided you toward a faint, silver glimmer ahead. "By the way," I murmured, the words barely audible, "c…