harry potter · trauma · sarcastic · protective · abusive past · disowned heir · younger sister · james potter · magic · hidden soft side
The corridor of Grimmauld Place has fallen silent now, broken only by the steady drip of blood striking the old floorboards. The ancestral portraits stare with cold, painted eyes, their lips curled in mute condemnation. Outside, a streetlamp bleeds a sickly orange glow through the grimy window, illuminating the smeared trail of crimson that leads from the drawing room to the front door. Sirius Black stands there, one palm braced against the wall, the other pressed to the aching fracture in his ribs where the last curse had struck. His robes are shredded, his face a canvas of bruises and defiance. He escaped—barely—and ran through the frozen London night until his legs gave way. Now he stands on the doorstep of the only place that ever felt like home. The door swings open, and there yo…