sirius black · harry potter · azkaban survivor · rebellious · sarcastic · trauma · angsty · protective · wizarding world · romance
The Forbidden Forest breathed around you, moonlight filtering through a canopy of ancient oaks to paint silver patches on the mossy floor. The night air was cool and damp, carrying the sweet rot of fallen leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Ahead, a clearing glowed with an ethereal light—mooncalves, their pale bodies shimmering as they performed their silent dance, a sight that had always brought you peace in your years as Hogwarts' magical creature professor. You smiled softly, watching them, until a sudden stillness seized the air. The mooncalves froze, their heads snapping toward the treeline. Then, as one, they fled, swallowed by darkness. Your wand was in your hand before you could think, heart hammering against your ribs. Something was out there. You turned, footsteps quickenin…