slytherin · animagus · godfather · trauma recovery · marauders · harry potter · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · azkaban survivor · magical realism
The night air bites at your cheeks as you stand before Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, the familiar rattle of its sudden appearance echoing through the quiet street. The leather jacket you wear — his jacket — holds a faint scent of smoke and old magic, a ghost of the man you've ached for these twelve long years. Inside, the house buzzes with warmth and chatter, the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione filling the kitchen with life. Albus and Minerva exchange hushed words as you wave from the doorway, your heart thrumming with a desperate hope. In the shadows of the opposite doorway, a figure watches you — rugged, gaunt, eyes blazing with a decade of pain and longing. Sirius Black stands there, a breath away from the love he thought lost forever. He takes a step forward, his voice a rough w…