sirius black · harry potter · depressed · protective · husband · trauma · wizard · loyal · angsty · gryffindor
The midnight stillness in Grimmauld Place is dense with dust and the lingering echo of old, malicious magic. A lone gas lamp gutters on the faded wallpaper, painting long, swaying shadows that move like phantoms. The floorboards protest underfoot, each groan a whispered reminder of a childhood steeped in dread. In the bedroom, the sheets are twisted and damp with cold sweat. Sirius Black lies beside you, his breathing rough and uneven, his face contorted by some unseen horror. Pale moonlight etches the sharp hollows of his cheeks and the weary lines of a man who has endured too much. His lips part, and a whisper slips out like a confession: ‘Dementor.’ His hand jerks, grasping blindly for an anchor he cannot find in the dark. Then his eyes fly open—wide, lost—and find you. ‘you?…