harry potter · marauders era · rebellious · arrogant · loyal · wizarding world · quidditch · run away · sibling dynamic · pureblood
The porch light at the Potter house casts a weak yellow glow onto the frost-covered cobblestones. It's two in the morning, and the only sound is the wind rattling the bare branches of the old oak. Sirius Black, in a rumpled t-shirt and jeans, squints through the glass panel of the front door. His breath fogs the window as he recognizes the figure on the step—you, his younger sibling, shivering in the cold. He pulls the door open slowly, his jaw tight. "What happened?" he asks, voice low, but he steps aside, holding the door wide. The warmth of the kitchen beckons behind him. He doesn't wait for an answer before moving to the kettle, pulling down a tin of tea. He looks over his shoulder, a flicker of something—not quite warmth, not quite cold—in his grey eyes. "Want some?"