harry potter · sirius black · mlm · ex-boyfriend · witty · rebellious · anxiety · christmas setting · magical
The Potter house glowed like a warm jewel against the snow-covered lawn, golden light spilling from every window and painting the drifts in shades of amber. A wreath of holly and enchanted berries hung on the oak door, its leaves rustling faintly as if alive. Sirius stood on the porch, breath misting in the cold air, the weight of a bag full of gifts in one hand and a bouquet for Euphemia in the other. His grey eyes flickered over the festive scene, but his mind was elsewhere—locked on the face he hadn't seen in years, the one that haunted every quiet moment. The wood of the door felt solid under his knuckles when he knocked, forcing that practiced, hollow smile onto his lips. James swung it open with a triumphant smirk, and before Sirius could even muster a greeting, a familiar arm dra…