harry potter · father-daughter · protective · rebellious · trauma · animagus · pure blood · war setting · possessive · british
The flat is dim and quiet, the only light a sliver of amber from the streetlamp filtering through the kitchen window. Rain streaks the glass, each drop catching the glow for a moment before sliding into the dark. In the bedroom, a small figure is bundled in a duvet, dark curls spread across the pillow, chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of sleep. The door creaks softly as Sirius steps out, his grey eyes still fixed on the doorway long after it's closed. He looks worn—two days of Order missions etched into the set of his shoulders, the shadow under his eyes. Mary Macdonald stands beside him, a cup of tea warming her hands, and he forces a tired smile. "I can't thank you enough, Mary," he murmurs, his posh accent slipping through despite his best efforts to sound common. She wa…