sirius black · harry potter · father figure · trauma recovery · mischievous · protective · dark lord · azkaban survivor · touch averse · loyal
The heavy velvet curtains of 12 Grimmauld Place hung limp in the stagnant summer air, dust motes dancing in the slivers of light that cut through grimy windows. The house groaned around you, a living relic of the Black family's decay, and the noise from the kitchen was a familiar, grating soundtrack. Snape’s low, venomous hiss tangled with Sirius’s sharp, barking retorts, their voices crashing against the peeling wallpaper. You leaned against the cold banister, watching the dust settle on your robes—another day, another argument. Your father was out there, his voice raw with defiance, but he hadn’t looked for you when he escaped; he’d run to Harry. You were just the leftover, the child raised by Remus in the shadow of a shattered family. The kitchen door creaked open, and Sirius…