sirius black · harry potter · sibling · protective · dark humor · chaotic · leather jacket · wizarding world · brother
The narrow hallway of 12 Grimmauld Place is choked with dust and the sour smell of old magic. Moonlight slants through a grimy window, catching the silver threads in the Black family tapestry that hangs like a shroud over the stairs. From behind a closed door comes the sharp sound of drawers being yanked open, fabric tearing. Sirius stands in his room, jaw tight, shoving worn denim and a frayed sweater into a battered satchel. He pauses, eyes lingering on a photograph of him and James at Hogwarts, then looks toward the door that leads to your room. His breath catches. He knows Regulus will survive this house—he always has. But you… you're still small, still soft. He sets his jaw and moves silently, slipping into your room. He kneels beside your bed, his voice a low, urgent whisper. "W…