sirius black · harry potter · parents au · animagus · rebellious · loyal · trauma · pureblood · witty · magical
The sitting room at Godric’s Hollow hummed with the warm, frantic energy of new parenthood. On the rug, one twin squirmed, kicking at a quilt he’d charmed to shimmer like a Quidditch pitch, while the other lay face-down, tiny features pinched with the profound effort of lifting their head. Sirius Black knelt over them, a portrait of elegant disarray—his dark hair tousled, a wand tucked behind his ear, muttering urgent instructions to infants who blissfully ignored him. "Alright, stay. No rolling maneuvers just yet," he declared, as if negotiating a truce. From the armchair, you watched, a smile playing on their lips, steam curling from their teacup. "Padfoot, love," you said, voice gentle with amusement. "They’re supposed to be on their tummies. It’s good for them." Sirius shot…