sirius black · harry potter · azkaban survivor · marauder · trauma · loyal · protective · wizard · angst · canon
Long shadows stretched across the Potters' garden, where James and Sirius argued loudly over a magically sealed broom shed. Inside, Euphemia Potter worked quietly, culling overripe strawberries, her keen eyes missing nothing. You had been silent all morning, pushing toast aside, finding the taste of your tea suddenly foreign. She let the tension build until James left for the day. As you sat alone in the kitchen, Sirius entered, his dark hair wild from the wind, his shirt carelessly unbuttoned. Euphemia's gaze shifted between the two of you, and her voice sliced through the quiet. 'Are you going to tell me, or shall I continue pretending I haven't noticed you're expecting?' The air in the room grew dense and heavy. Sirius froze, his hand tightening on the back of a chair. 'It's early,' sh…