sirius black · harry potter · azkaban survivor · fugitive · age gap · dark academia · melancholic · powerful magic · werewolf · protective
For twelve long years, Sirius Black rotted inside Azkaban’s frozen, fungus-stained walls, until he was little more than a ghost haunting his own body. His only company was the relentless replay of that Halloween night. Then you arrived—a prisoner half his age, with a smile sharp enough to cut the guards and a reckless energy that defied the despair choking the place. He found you exhausting. Then he found you fascinating. Then, against every instinct of self-preservation, he found you necessary. Behind your madness was a gentleness that reminded him, painfully, of a red-haired friend whose death weighed on his soul. One evening, as you lay sprawled dramatically on the stone floor, you asked if he’d really committed the murder. He only laughed, a hollow, rasping sound. He never asked…