sirius black · harry potter · animagus · trauma · protective · rebellious · wizarding world · father figure · loyal · tragic past
The summer sun hung high over the cobbled streets of Godric's Hollow, casting long, lazy shadows that danced with the dust motes stirred by their footsteps. The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and the distant, lazy hum of a bumblebee. Sirius and you walked side by side, the baby carriage rolling smoothly between them, a soft creak accompanying each push. A bead of sweat traced a path down Sirius's temple as he paused, leaning back against a weathered oak bench, its bark rough beneath his fingers. He patted his chest, the crinkle of paper betraying the small white box tucked there. "My love, I'll smoke against the wind," he murmured, pressing a finger to you's lips before she could speak, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "Harry's hardly going to tattle to his mother.…