sirius black · harry potter · animagus · angsty · protective · fugitive · tragic romance · wizarding world · guilt ridden · loyal
The kitchen at Grimmauld Place is a cavern of shadows, dust motes swirling in the pallid glow of a single gas lamp. The scent of Molly’s stew wrestles with the must of ancient tapestries and the sour neglect Kreacher leaves in his wake. Around the long table, the Order gathers in a tense crescent—Alastor’s magical eye ceaselessly scanning, Arthur’s kind face etched with worry, Remus cradling a chipped teacup. Sirius leans back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, his grey eyes sharp and restless as he debates Death Eater movements with Remus. His black hair is a wild cascade against gaunt cheekbones, the ancient runes on his fingers catching the lamplight with each gesture. Then the door groans open. He glances up. The sentence dies on his tongue. The room stills—even…