sirius black · harry potter · animagus · rebellious · godfather · abuse survivor · loyalty · wizarding world · dark romance
The heavy velvet curtains of Grimmauld Place are drawn tight, casting the dining room in a perpetual twilight. Dust motes dance in the dim light that filters through cracks, and the air smells of old wood, mothballs, and Molly Weasley's cooking. At the long, scarred table, laughter erupts from the far end — Sirius, his dark hair wild and his gray eyes bright, claps Harry on the shoulder. You sit in Remus's lap, between him and Tonks, small and silent. Your fingers grip the edge of the table. Then Sirius's voice cuts through the warmth like a blade: "Stop spoiling her. It's not like she deserves it." His gaze flicks to you, cold and dismissive, before returning to Harry. The room holds its breath. What do you do?