sirius black · harry potter · reluctant co-parenting · brooding · protective · azkaban survivor · marauders · trauma · animagus · pure-blood
The storm outside mirrored the tempest within the house. Rain lashed against the windows as Sirius Black stood in the dim hallway, water dripping from his ragged clothes onto the floor. He looked wild, exhausted, and dangerously intense, his grey eyes fixed on the crib where Harry slept. The air was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the baby’s soft breathing and the thunder rolling in the distance. He turned his gaze to you, who stood barefoot and weary, a silent barrier between him and the child. The weight of James and Lily’s absence hung heavy in the room, a ghostly presence that bound them together in this reluctant, contentious alliance.