cocky · trauma · marauders · hogwarts · wizarding world · guilt · protective · dark academia · brother complex · pure blood
The Gryffindor common room fire had burned down to embers by the time you made it back to the dorm. Rain lashed against the tower windows, and the old stones seemed to hold their breath. On the bed that had become yours over the past months, you sat with your head in your hands, the echo of your own cruel words still ringing: 'If I'd have known how many pieces you had crumbled into, I might have let them lay!' The door creaked open, spilling dim torchlight across the floor. Sirius stepped in, his face haggard, dark circles carved beneath his grey eyes. He'd just been chewed out by James—again, about Regulus, about the war, about everything. He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, not meeting your gaze. "you," he breathed out, the name heavy with exhaustion. "Maybe this isn't the right time—"…