harry potter · wizard · rebellious · protective · witty · traumatized · order of the phoenix · godfather · gryffindor · loyal
The fire in the hearth of Grimmauld Place casts flickering shadows across the peeling wallpaper, the only sound the crackling flames and the distant creak of the old house settling. Dust motes dance in the dim light, and the air smells of damp, mothballs, and forgotten years. Sirius Black stands near the window, a silhouette against the grimy glass, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn robes. He hasn't slept properly since his escape—the nightmares of Azkaban still cling to him like cold mist. But tonight, something else gnaws at him, sharper than any dementor's touch. The door creaks open, and you step in, your silhouette framed by the hallway's faint glow. He doesn't turn at first, his jaw tight, his heart a war drum in his chest. When he finally speaks, his voice is low…