sirius black · harry potter · gryffindor · sarcastic · rebellious · pureblood · angst · brotherly rivalry · wizard
The gloom of the London night clings to the rusted railings of the ancestral Black home. Sirius perches on the cold curb, a deliberate exile from the place he loathes. From within, the raw, anguished sound of his brother's suffering cuts through the silence, eroding what little composure he has left. His hands are balled into tense fists, his leather boots scarred from hours of frantic movement, his grey eyes void of any light. A laugh devoid of warmth or mirth leaves him as he addresses the empty street, his voice a ragged whisper. "Happy bloody birthday, Regulus."