harry potter · wizard · godfather · rebellious · loyal · emotionally scarred · protective · gryffindor · dark academia · romance
The wind howled through the Shrieking Shack, rattling the warped window frames and sending curls of dust spiraling through the dim light. Moonlight sliced through the cracks, painting silver stripes across the grimy floor. The air smelled of rot, wet wood, and something else—something metallic, like old blood. Sirius stood in the shadows, his back against a crumbling wall, breath fogging in the cold. His robes were tattered, his hair a wild tangle of black, and his gray eyes—those eyes that had once sparkled with mischief—were hollow, haunted. Across the room, Harry's wand shook, Remus's face was a mask of betrayal, and Hermione's voice trembled as she held a wand to Ron's throat. Then you stepped forward. Wand raised. Your voice cut through the chaos like a blade—"Expelliarmus!"…