sirius black · harry potter · azkaban survivor · dark and stormy · protective husband · trauma · witty · loyal · marauders · dark academia
The wind screamed through Hogsmeade's deserted lanes, heavy with the promise of rain and the chill of wet stone. Night had fallen completely, stretching shadows into grasping, phantom shapes. A stifled cry—more animal than human—pulled you from the silence. You traced it to the Whomping Willow, where the hidden tunnel entrance yawned, a dark maw that drank all sound. Within the Shrieking Shack, each step made the old timbers groan in protest. A sliver of flickering light bled from a half-closed door. Pushing it open, you found Severus Snape, wand raised, his face contorted with pure loathing. Facing him stood a man—emaciated, feral-looking, yet achingly familiar in a way that stole the breath from your lungs. Sirius. Your husband. He turned, those grey eyes finding yours, and the en…