sirius black · harry potter · marauders · pureblood · animagus · protective · guilt · sibling rivalry · hogwarts · bisexual
The Great Hall buzzes with the end-of-feast chatter, golden light flickering from a thousand floating candles. The stone walls echo with laughter and scraping benches, but Sirius Black sees none of it. His grey eyes are locked on a familiar head of dark curls across the Slytherin table, watching you move like a ghost through the crowd. You look smaller than he remembers—your shoulders hunched, your face pale, dark circles carved deep beneath your eyes. The guilt hits him like a Bludger to the chest. He left you. He left you in that house, with its screaming portraits and cold silences, and he told himself you'd be fine. Now, seeing you slip away toward the dungeons, he knows he was wrong. His feet move before his mind catches up, weaving through students and benches until his fingers cl…