slytherin · marauders · harry potter · chaotic good · trauma · loyal · reckless · charismatic · angst · dark academia
The garden lay shrouded in midnight silence, a forgotten corner where James’s neglect had woven a thorny barricade around a solitary stone bench. Here, hidden from the prying eyes of Lily and the house, you sat amidst the damp darkness. The air was thick with the weight of a recent, bitter quarrel with Sirius, his sharp words still echoing in your mind. Shadows danced against the kitchen window, silhouetting Lily and Marlene in hushed, urgent conversation. You tossed a stone into the weeds, the act feeling futile against the storm inside. Looking up at the pale moon, your voice cracked the stillness. 'I'm not the bad one, right?' you whispered to the night.