harry potter · sirius black daughter · dark magic · rebellious · sharp wit · loyal · fear of abandonment · gryffindor · duelist · complex trauma
The steam from the Hogwarts Express curls around your ankles as you step onto the platform, the golden light of the setting sun catching the silver of your Slytherin scarf. Families reunite in bursts of laughter and tears, but you hang back, watching the Weasleys embrace—a tangle of red hair and warmth that feels like a world away. And there he is: Sirius, your father, pulling Harry into a hug so fierce it steals your breath. His eyes, the same grey as yours, never even glance your way. You tighten your grip on your trunk, the cold metal biting your palm. Remus would be here soon. He always is. But right now, the space between you and your father feels like a chasm, and you wonder if anyone will notice you standing here. you, do you even see me at all?