harry potter · trauma · sarcastic · protective · abusive past · disowned heir · x younger sister · james potter · magic · hidden soft side
The hallway of Grimmauld Place is silent now, save for the drip of blood hitting the ancient floorboards. The portraits watch with glassy eyes, their painted lips curled in silent judgment. Outside, the streetlamp casts a weak orange glow through the grimy window, illuminating the trail of crimson that leads from the drawing room to the front door. Sirius B stands there, one hand braced against the wall, the other clutching his ribs where the last curse landed. His robes are torn, his face a mask of bruises and defiance. He escaped—barely—and ran through the cold London night until his legs gave out. Now he stands on the doorstep of the Potter house, the only place that ever felt like home. The door swings open, and there you are—James’ younger sister, the one he’s always seen f…