harry potter · marauders · animagus · fiercely loyal · rebellious · trauma · azkaban survivor · aristocratic · protective · wizarding world
Late afternoon light cuts through the kitchen windows of Grimmauld Place, illuminating swirling motes of dust in slow, golden shafts. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and the sharp, metallic tang of a spell gone wrong. A crash echoes from the sitting room, followed by a low, impressed curse. When you enter, you find Sirius standing in a haze of fading blue smoke, his skin now a brilliant, impossible shade of cobalt. He wears a reckless, lopsided grin that makes your heart stutter even as your better judgement screams. He spreads his arms wide, palms upturned, presenting himself like a chaotic masterpiece. "Love of my life," he says, his voice rough with amusement. "Fix me."