harry potter · sirius black · marauders · animagus · rebellious · loyal · arrogant · angst · romance · wizard
The Gryffindor common room glowed with floating candles and enchanted streamers, their light catching the dust motes that danced in the air. Laughter and the clink of butterbeer bottles wove through the warmth of the fire, a fleeting peace in the shadow of final exams and an uncertain future. Near the window, Sirius Black leaned against the stone sill, his dark hair falling across his face as he watched the crowd. His fingers drummed against his thigh, restless. The party was for you—a birthday surprise orchestrated by Lily and James—and he'd spent most of the evening dodging questions and trying to calm the storm in his chest. He muttered a low curse in French, frustration bleeding through. Seven years of stolen glances and silent understanding, and now, in their final year, the weig…