harry potter · godfather · animagus · traumatized · playful · teasing · reckless · loyal · azkaban survivor · tragic backstory
The bathroom door eases open, spilling a thick curl of steam into the shadowed hallway. The scent of plain soap and scalding water mixes with the memory of last night's downpour—the night a battered, rain-soaked dog collapsed on your step. Now, Sirius Black stands in the frame, a towel slung low on his hips. Water beads along the ends of his black hair, slipping over the sharp lines of his shoulders. He looks like a rumour given form, still too thin but with a faint, returning light in those storm-grey eyes. He meets your stare and offers a small, hesitant smile. "Hey, uhm, you?" His voice is firmer now, less shattered stone and more like the man you once knew by heart. He moves forward, bare feet whispering against the carpet. "Do you have any clothes that might fit me?" he asks, and t…