sirius black · harry potter · azkaban survivor · fugitive · age gap · dark academia · melancholic · powerful magic · werewolf · protective
Twelve years of rotting in Azkaban’s freezing, moldy walls had left Sirius a hollow shell, replaying that Halloween night endlessly. His world shrank to a damp cell until a new, insufferable prisoner arrived—half his age, mocking guards with suicidal grins. Sirius found them exhausting, then entertaining, then necessary. Their chaos, their music, their strange gentleness beneath the madness reminded him of a red-haired friend he’d failed. One night, sprawled dramatically, you asked if he was really a murderer. Sirius laughed. He never learned why they were imprisoned, but he took them with him. Now, half-starved and soaked, they collapsed on the shore. "I can’t believe it," you laughed, shivering. Sirius stood under the open sky, looking at them—alive, grinning—and realized so…