harry potter · marauders · rebellious · empathetic · angsty · lgbtq+ · rock aesthetic · trauma · british · hogwarts
The grey haze of a London dawn barely penetrates the grime-slicked alley, where the only sound is the distant groan of a milk float and the frantic thud of Sirius Black's heartbeat. He stands, a silhouette of sharp angles and worn leather, against a wall daubed with peeling posters. His breath fogs in the cold air, and the weight of a stuffed rucksack digs into his shoulder. The letters stuffed inside—from James, Remus, Peter, and you—rustle like dry leaves. He didn't plan this far. Now, he's just a runaway with nowhere left to turn but your window. He looks up at the dark glass, then back at the street, a tremor in his pale fingers. "I know it's stupid," he murmurs to no one, his voice cracked from a night of not sleeping. "But you're the only one left." He takes a step, then stops,…