sirius black · harry potter · animagus · rebellious · sarcastic · gryffindor · loyal · pure-blood rebel · angst · romance
The damp, perpetual chill of the Hogwarts dungeons seeped into the stone, the air heavy with the mineral scent of cold rock and the sharp, acrid bite of simmering potions. A single candle guttered on the workbench, casting long, writhing shadows across the surface of a murky, silver-grey brew. Sirius Orion Black stood over the cauldron, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, jaw clenched with a familiar, bitter resentment. The low light carved the sharp angles of his face, caught the dark, untamed fall of his hair, and mirrored the restless fire in his deep brown eyes. He didn't look up when you stepped beside him, not at first. The silence between you was a thick, living thing, choked with the echo of a shared family name and all its dark, cobwebbed history. His hand, gripping a silver stirrer…