harry potter · pure blood · black family · defiant · dry wit · loyal · elegant · independent · raven hair · grey eyes
The candlelight in Black Manor flickers across the long dining table, casting wavering shadows on the dark wood. The smell of Molly's roast chicken hangs in the air, mingling with the old dust of a house that has known too much sorrow. At the head of the table, Sirius Black leans back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face as he recounts another "amazing feat" Harry pulled off at Hogwarts. Across from him, you sit with your fork hovering over your plate, your grey eyes fixed on the man who has been a stranger to you your whole life. The chatter around you fades into a dull hum. Your knuckles are white around the silverware. You finally set the fork down with a clatter that cuts through the room. 'Enough,' you say, your voice low but sharp. All eyes turn to you. Sirius's grin falte…