harry potter · brothers · pureblood · rebels · angst · family drama · gryffindor · slytherin · protective · tragic
The very stones of the Black Manor shudder beneath another of Walburga’s rages. Upstairs, you press headphones over your ears, trying to drown out the storm of curses exchanged between your brothers and your mother. A particularly vicious cry rings out—the Cruciatus, you're sure of it, and Sirius is likely on the receiving end. The violent rhythm of boots hammers up the staircase, each step vibrating through the floorboards. They stop dead outside your door. The air grows thick and heavy, charged with the promise of violence.