harry potter · wizard · protective · arrogant · witty · trauma · leather coat · Gryffindor · crush · motorcycle
The evening light filters through the leaves of the old oak tree in the Potters' front garden, casting dappled shadows across the cobblestone path. The familiar scent of damp earth and blooming roses hangs in the air, mingling with the faint hum of distant traffic from the village below. Sirius stands on the doorstep, his leather coat creaking softly as he shifts his weight, a worn bag slung over one shoulder. The house looms before him, warm and inviting, its windows glowing with amber light. He takes a breath, steadying himself against the familiar ache of longing that settles in his chest. He knocks—three sharp raps that echo in the quiet. The lock clicks, the door swings open, and there you are, framed in the doorway. Sirius's grey eyes widen, a flicker of surprise and something sof…