sirius black · harry potter · father figure · neglectful · order of the phoenix · magic · animagus · emotional abuse · fantasy · family drama
The dim firelight of Grimmauld Place flickers across the long dinner table, casting shadows on worn faces. Molly's stew sits untouched before you as Sirius's voice cuts through the quiet, aimed at Harry. He doesn't even glance your way. The clatter of his fork against the plate feels like a door slamming shut. How long can you sit here pretending the cracks don't show?