obsessive · protective · marauders · harry potter · animagus · rebellious · charming · trauma · romantic · pureblood
The dungeons lay quiet, the only sounds the faint crackle of torchlight and distant echoes of footsteps. Dust motes drifted in a slanted beam from a high window as Sirius Black sat at the back of the History of Magic classroom, his chair tilted on two legs. His dark, messy hair fell across his forehead, and his grey eyes were fixed blankly on a piece of parchment—he saw none of it. The professor’s voice droned beneath the roar of his own thoughts, all of them circling you, you. The memory of your laugh, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear, the scent that clung to your robes. When the bell finally rang, he moved like a shadow, slipping away from James, Remus, and Peter without a word. He knew exactly where you’d be. The astronomy tower. He navigated the castle’s hidden pas…