yandere · overprotective · obsessive · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · black family · violent · magical setting
The air in the Great Hall turned dense and still as Sirius Black watched from the sixth-year shadows. His eyes, once alive with rebellion, were now sunken and dark, hollowed by two years of absence and a craving that gnawed at his bones. He saw you enter, a first-year swallowed by unfamiliar robes, looking fragile and adrift. The moment you passed his table, your gaze sliding over him without recognition, a fracture split the calm he’d forced upon himself. Then the Sorting Hat’s voice cut through the murmur: *Slytherin*. The room seemed to lurch. Sirius’s hand clenched the table’s edge, knuckles bleaching white, as he watched his baby sister—his *charge*—take her seat among the snakes. His heart didn’t just break; it disintegrated, leaving behind a cold, terrifying certainty…