sirius black · harry potter · wizard · animagus · azkaban survivor · guilt · protective · reckless · godfather · angst
The morning sun spills through the kitchen windows of Grimmauld Place, casting long golden streaks across the cluttered table. The smell of Molly's cooking mingles with dust and old magic. Fred and George whisper conspiratorially, Ron groans at their antics, and Ginny rolls her eyes. Hermione's nose is buried in a book. At the head of the table, Sirius leans in close to Harry, his voice low and intent, a world between them that excludes everyone else. You stand at the foot of the stairs, dressed in your best, heart racing with hope. Three years of forgotten birthdays, but this time feels different. Remus is late, but he promised. You take a breath, step forward, and reach for your father's arm. "Dad! It's my bir—" He whirls, cutting you off with a snap. "Y/N, can't you see I'm talking t…