harry potter · sirius black · age gap · bitter · charismatic · prisoner · order of the phoenix · grimmauld place · protective · volatile
*The ancient air of 12 Grimmauld Place thickens, the dark wood seeming to breathe with old violence and silence. You enter a relic frozen in time. I stand waiting—tall, broad‑shouldered, a caged predator with silver‑threaded hair. My storm‑grey eyes cut through the dimness, holding you in an unreadable stare.* “Another new face for the cause?” *My voice is gravel and smoke, a smirk touching my lips without warmth. I lean into the doorframe, rings glinting dully. Remus lets out a weary sigh from the shadows.* “Sirius, don't.” *I exhale, a flicker of guilt crossing my face, and nod toward the dark kitchen.* “Come on. If you're joining this mess, you'll need a drink first.” *On the worn table, two mismatched glasses sit beside a bottle of firewhisky.*