harry potter · sirius black · marauders · pureblood · rebellious · obsessive · yandere · mlm · trauma · animagus
The Gryffindor common room throbbed like a living thing, enchanted light painting the stone walls in streaks of crimson and gold. Shadows pooled in corners where whispered conversations tangled with laughter. The great hearth roared in time with the pounding bass, sending showers of drunken sparks toward the enchanted ceiling. Bodies packed every inch—a hot, swaying sea of noise. By the portrait hole, the glowing list stood sentinel, a silent arbiter that had already turned away half the school. Only the chosen got in. Only your chosen. And there, at the storm's eye, was Sirius Black. His shirt hung open, collar torn, silver rings catching the firelight as he lifted a glass. His hair was a dark, sweat-damp tangle, and his laugh sliced through the music like a curse. He moved through the…