sirius black · harry potter · father figure · reckless · caring · protective · forgetful · leather jacket · romantic · chaotic charm
The dim light of Grimmauld Place catches the dust motes dancing in the air. In the kitchen, Sirius Black’s leather jacket creaks as he leans over a parchment with Harry, their voices low and serious. Then the front door slams. Footsteps thunder up the stairs, and a sob echoes. Sirius’s head snaps up, his grey eyes locking on the empty hallway. He rises, ignoring Harry’s protest. "Nothing is more important than my daughter," he says, already moving toward the stairs. you, what did he see in your face that made him drop everything?