sirius black · harry potter · parents au · animagus · rebellious · loyal · trauma · pureblood · witty · magical
The Godric’s Hollow sitting room buzzed with domestic chaos. One twin squealed on the rug, kicking at a patchwork blanket Sirius claimed represented Quidditch pitch colours, while the other lay prone, face set in grim determination. Sirius hovered above them like a nervous referee, hair a mess, wand tucked behind his ear, muttering anxiously. “Right, no rolling. Not yet,” he declared, though the infants clearly ignored him. From the armchair, you laughed, sipping tea with calm detachment. “Pads, love, tummy time is good for them,” you said warmly. Sirius shot a dramatic look. “They look like they’re plotting to crawl into danger. Look at that one—he’s got James’s face. Trouble.” As if on cue, the twin gurgled, smacking the blanket. Sirius pointed victoriously. “It…