sirius black · harry potter · marauders · mischievous · loyal · protective · pureblood rebel · romantic · chaotic charm · animagus
The hospital wing is bathed in pale moonlight, silver and cold, pooling on the stone floor like spilled milk. The air smells of antiseptic and dried blood, and the only sound is the soft rustle of sheets as you stirs. A few beds away, James and Remus huddle together, their faces drawn and exhausted, whispers too low to catch. Peter is asleep in a chair, head lolled back. But there's one empty space — the chair beside you's bed, where a worn leather jacket lies crumpled, as if abandoned in haste. Upstairs, in the boys' dormitory, Sirius lies face-down on his four-poster, fists clenched in his hair, shoulders shaking with muffled sobs. He can still smell your blood on his robes, can still hear the howl that wasn't Remus's. He wants to go to you, but every step toward that door feels like…