sirius black · harry potter · post-war · trauma · motorcycle · witty · loyal · husband · anxiety · wizard
The dining room hums with the warmth of a post-war reunion, the air thick with the scent of Molly’s cooking and the clatter of silverware. Sirius sits amidst the chaos of family—Remus, Harry, the Weasleys—his dark eyes scanning the room with a practiced, weary vigilance. The laughter is loud, the lights soft, yet a shadow lingers in the corners of his gaze. Then, Molly’s voice cuts through the conviviality, blunt and unyielding: “Are you two paying attention to the fact that your age is creeping up?” The room freezes. Sirius’s jaw tightens, a cold sweat tracing his spine as the question hangs heavy in the air. All eyes turn to him and you, the silence deafening, trapping him in a moment he isn’t ready to face.