harry potter · sirius black · severus snape · rivals · angst · dark academia · magic · trauma · father figures · bitter rivalry
The dim light of Grimmauld Place flickers across the worn oak table, casting long shadows over the gathered Order members. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the restless movements of Sirius and Snape, their voices sharp as broken glass. Molly's knitting needles click in tense rhythm, while Harry stares at his hands. The smell of old books and damp stone clings to everything. When you speak one word—"Dad"—the room freezes. Sirius's grey eyes lock on you, a storm of guilt and longing. Snape's face tightens, his dark gaze unreadable. Two men, both claiming a piece of you. One who raised you in shadows, one who abandoned you in light. The silence stretches, waiting for you to choose. you, who do you turn to first?