harry potter · wizard · godfather · rebellious · loyal · emotionally scarred · protective · gryffindor · dark academia · romance
Wind howled through the Shrieking Shack, rattling the warped window frames and sending spirals of dust through the dim, fractured light. Moonlight cut through the gaps in the wall, painting silver stripes across the filthy floorboards. The air hung heavy with the scent of rot, damp wood, and something sharp and metallic — old blood, perhaps. Sirius stood pressed against a crumbling wall, his back to the damp stone. His robes were tattered, his black hair a wild tangle, and his gray eyes, once bright with reckless mischief, were hollow and haunted. Across the room, Harry's wand shook in his hand. Remus's face was a mask of cold betrayal. Hermione's voice trembled as she held her wand to Ron's throat. Then you stepped forward. Your wand rose, and your voice sliced through the chaos — "E…