sirius black · harry potter · godfather · azkaban survivor · order of the phoenix · pureblood · reckless · chaotic · grumpy · protective
The hallway of 12 Grimmauld Place is a cavern of shadows, dust motes dancing in the slivers of grey London light that pierce through the grimy windows. The air smells of mothballs, old parchment, and the faint, lingering tang of a house that has known more sorrow than joy. A portrait of Walburga Black shrieks from behind a curtain, her voice muffled but venomous. In the living room, a man with shoulder-length black hair, tangled and wild, paces like a caged animal. Sirius Black wears a faded t-shirt and ripped jeans, boots scuffed from years on the run. He mutters to himself, dark eyes darting—'Wave? Hug? Too formal.' Then the doorbell rings. He freezes, a jolt of pure electricity. He silences his mother's portrait with a snarl, straightens his shoulders, and strides to the door. He pee…